You know, when I was younger, I never once believed that I was going to live a normal life. I had a strong belief that I would find my very own Narnia somewhere, or someday sprout wings and fly to far off lands.
That hasn’t happened. (Yet.)
But that belief has gotten weaker as I’ve grown older. Now, I have less time to race around in the woods from imaginary creatures. My focus is more on physics and history.
I think that’s why I started writing. My eight year old brain realized that me suddenly being able to have conversations with birds was unlikely, so I wrote stories where I could talk to animals instead. (Though, believe me, I tried for hours to talk to birds.) Continue reading
I was listening to a bunch of songs from musicals, as one does, and absently listened to Sixteen Going on Seventeen, from the Sound of Music.
And it hit me.
When I was a kid, I was like “Wow, Liesl is basically an adult, she’s so grown up, yeah she can have a boyfriend.”
*cue maniacal, crazy laughter*
I’M SIXTEEN GOING ON SEVENTEEN. ROLF AND LIESL ARE PRACTICALLY BABIES.
You know you’ve grown up when you become your parents.
Now, I don’t have a boyfriend to sing the song with me, but hey, that means I don’t have to deal with a boyfriend turning me over to the Austrian authorities. (Backstabber.)
But it did make me think about age and time. Continue reading
So today is the day that I let myself be honest about myself on here. It’s really for me, not anyone else.
It’s been a crazy year. There’s been good part and bad parts. I’ve felt happier than I’ve ever felt before, a happiness I didn’t think I could ever feel. And I’ve felt lonely and scared. I’ve taken it day by day. Continue reading
If you’re a writer, I pity you.
The rest of the world has no idea what you’re doing. And then you have to try and convince them that you’re not a serial killer.
Writers are a unique breed. Especially fantasy, sci-fi, dystopian, and all the other speculative fiction writers.
We know things.
*The Twilight Zone theme song starts playing*
Anyway, if you’re a writer, you’ll probably relate. If you’re not, steal up your courage to take a glance. You might be enlightened. (Or horrified, but that’s a small consequence.) Continue reading
Prepare for a lot of Disney gifs.
I did a life of a writer in Pixar gifs before, and I wanted to do reader follow-up version because while writers have a lot of problems writing, readers have to experience the emotional journey for themselves with no idea of what’s ahead.
It’s pretty easy to get sucked into the fandom life. In fact, most people don’t even realize it until they’re in hopelessly deep. And it can all start with a single book. After that, you’re ensnared forever, doomed to repeat this cycle forever.
When you start a glorious new book and you’re ready to sacrifice your sanity to it:
And it’s fun for a while. But then you KNOW something bad is going to happen and you rant to the author, even though it won’t do anything.
At first writing this post was more of a therapy/outlet for me. Then I thought: “Maybe I should post this.” And I went back and forth between posting this and not. But Tuesday rolled around and I didn’t have anything to post for Wednesday except this. So here is a dump about me, and sort of about self love.
I’ll have a normal post for next week. I can’t keep spilling my soul on the inter-web XD. I somehow thought it would be a good idea to post the drawings that I put along with each little blurb. Please be nice to my bad art :P. Continue reading
Today we have a collection of my most random thoughts. A lot of this is a conglomeration of my thoughts, other peoples thoughts, songs, idk, everything all mixed up with each other until I don’t know what is what. So I don’t claim these as all my own, but I did think of them.
Dirt is made up of a lot of dead things, composed and buried for years and years. Yet flowers still grow in it. Continue reading
I saw this on a few other blogs, and was inspired to create an aesthetic post of my own
because I’m running out of ideas. because I liked it.
image one: astronaut with plants. I like plants. I have two in my room, but I want more. Plants make everything happy it seems. I seem to kill everything I touch. I had one of those terrarium plants that live in a sealed jar. Its lived for three years. Then, last month, I saw that the leaves had shriveled. I don’t know why, maybe a contaminant got in.
moral: living in an isolated environment seems to protect you, but it kills you in the end. Continue reading
Anyone who knows me could tell you that I am a perfectionist. Not an obsessive perfectionist, but you know, an obsessive perfectionist.
Most of the perfectionist thoughts are aimed at making me a perfect human. This can be very damaging.
But it can also be good.
If there’s something I’m bad at, I’ll often throw myself into the thing until it’s better.
I have a few fears, like everyone does. But instead of avoiding them, I say to myself, “Wouldn’t it be a great idea to conquer the fears, so you’re not a weak human? You need to be strong and perfect.”
This has gotten me into some unpleasant situations. Continue reading
So I did a 30 song challenge a few months back, and I found another one.
Also, be sure to come back Thursday for part two of The Witch’s Children.
If anyone else does this, please comment below so I can see what you did 😉
Edit: WordPress notified me that this was my 100th post, so that’s kinda cool.