The Edge of Love.

Dearest Jared Leto,

Why oh why, do you make it so hard for me to love you? I do though, Jared, despite all your efforts to run me off. Maybe it’s because you are superhot, maybe it’s because you're a terrific actor, maybe it's because of 30 Seconds to Mars, which I love, love, LOVE...I think you get the idea.



Did I mention you were hot? You, fine sir, are C.R.A.Z.Y.H.O.T.



Plus, you’re a friend to the animals...

But despite your many numerous talents and a freakish ability to never age (is your middle name Dorian?), you still find it necessary to keep breaking my heart. You were easily the best thing in Alexander (well, you and Rosario) and your homoerotic, longing stares made even the prospect of Colin Farrell look good.

But then you go and do this...

"He makes me feel like a lesbian"

This post is for Krank... you know that conversation we had a few weeks back? Well, this is the photo that I was thinking of the whole time! :)

Meh.

And just because I want to get rid of all the negativity surrounding that last post, here's a pic of my two favourite boys.

Old school.

Just looking at them in all their adorableness calms me down...

This blog needs more pics, methinks.

God hates Westboro.

Okay, so I don't believe in God, so I can't actually claim he hates the Westboro Baptist Church, but I fail to see how any God could condone the kind of ignorant, hateful and hurtful message this church adheres to.

For she's a jolly good felon.

Went to the movies tonight and as I'm walking in, I see ten bucks lying abandoned on the ground, so after checking to see if anyone is looking, I pocket it. Two hours later when the movie is over, I see this girl a few aisles down looking around under the seats and checking her jeans pocket.

I kinda felt bad, but I'm broke and she talked all through the movie anyways.

We take to get along...

Hackfail.

I guess now I will always remember today as the day I bleached my teeth, the day I started this blog AND the day Hayley Williams flashed the world. Nice work, Hayles.

These few days...

These few days that I have you here, lying in my arms... I want to grab them from the world and run to the darkest corner of my heart, hide them away forever. Say that we can. Tell me anything at all and I will smile at you in all your innocence.

No matter how life will crumble after this, it will be worth it.

For this moment. Here with you.

Right here, right now.

I started this a week or so ago on tumblr. It's a damn pretty site.
But then the narcissist in me wanted to read comments, so made the move here.

I guess I could claim that I used to be a writer, or more truthfully, I used to write on a certain website. But as with most things in life, the centre cannot hold and in spite of my forever love for the stories and the people who shaped my heart, this seems more conducive to where I am now.

No mission statement, it is what it is.

"But I, being poor, have only my dreams... "