November 2012
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April 2012
18 posts
Yara: You don't know what I'm like.
Greyjoy: You don't know what you're like.
Me: YOUR MOM DOESN'T KNOW WHAT SHE'S LIKE.
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Amazing Banana Snog Protein Shake
My post workout Banana Snog Protein Shake Recipe: (best shake ever!!!)
1 scoop vanilla protein powder
1 cup soy or skim milk
1 tbsp plain greek yogurt
1 whole banana
1/2 tsp cinnamon (or more/less to taste)
1/2 tsp nutmeg (or more/less to taste)
4-5 ice cubes
Blend everything together and enjoy your snog!
“obi-wan kenobi is like god but with better weapons” - quote from Skins
March 2012
10 posts
Hearts and Stars
Written two years ago - Just a little something I was writing. I’ve never been a big sister, so writing from this point of view was fun - plus I was in the mood for some creative prose…
Like night and day we clash and blend; my hair glistening and raven-like to her auspicious halo of gold. The sun shines out from her eyes, alighting upon the earth a fresh glow of purity while I...
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Somewhere in Between
Written two years ago while listening to some melodies that were just enough to inspire this lifeless, gloomy piece. Not all fact, not all fiction. More like Fictive Prose inspired by Real Events:
Suffocating. That’s all it really is. Pitiable pieces of metal and cinder constructed with oppressive force for no other reason than to exact subjugation on those unfortunate enough to reside in...
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Solitude Reflections
Random gibberish written while trapped in a cave-like room:
I wonder if they are afraid of solitude, these that wander aimlessly from one sordid gathering to another with those that steep on airs of laughter, desperate to make lasting impressions. What would they do if locked in a room with themselves - with nothing but the haunting sound of their minds to comfort them? Would they stress and...
“What happened to her husband?”
– Hannah, responding to a white widow (spider) coming down from the rafters to attack our party. (via imautonomous)
The life and times of four postgraduate, semi-adults - eschewed from all that is academic for one night, every week - to valiantly triumph (or become eviscerated) through the creative...
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“Stop it heat seeking missiles! I’m not that hot… like your mom.”
– Me - while playing BlackHawk Striker 2 PC Game
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Dusk in South Florida
Written two years ago, but still a favorite of mine - enjoy:
Our Street
On the quietest day you can hear the wind whistle along the raised asphalt of our street. Dirt stirs from tiny pockets and moves in silent showers down the road, like gentle caresses, whisperers of a tiny secret. The sand is moved in such a way, brushed easily aside by the gentlest of winds, as if the need to rest on the...
December 2011
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