Navigating Solutions and Darkness

Honey why you calling me so late? It's kinda hard to talk right now. Honey why are you crying? Is everything okay? I gotta whisper 'cause I can't be too loud Well, my girl's in the next room Sometimes I wish she was you I guess we never really moved on It's really good to hear your voice saying my name It sounds so sweet Coming from the lips of an angel Hearing those words it makes me weak And I never wanna say goodbye But girl you make it hard to be faithful With the lips of an angel It's funny that you're calling me tonight And, yes, I've dreamt of you too And does he know you're talking to me Will it start a fight No I don't think she has a clue Well my girl's in the next room Sometimes I wish she was you I guess we never really moved on It's really good to hear your voice saying my name It sounds so sweet Coming from the lips of an angel Hearing those words it makes me ...

Photo by  Luke Stackpoole  on  Unsplash Why is it That there's something In the air That I can't quite put my finger on Why is it That my lips clench Over whatever thought Is rattling the bars of my mind Tonight/ Desperate, wanting out Why is it that I have to smile Why is it that I can't say no Why is it that I couldn't remember And why is it that the memories come Rushing back tonight? Why is it that Some things are just Too crazy to be believable Too crazy to be true But just the right kind of crazy To have happened And forgotten - Written on August 4, 2010

Written on September 21, 2008 Sneaky, sneaky me! And how! It's middle of term time, I'm officially still at the hostel... and still a blog post! Such is the magic of the modern female mind. There are a hundred things that could go wrong here. And when they do...  I'll be so royally  fucked that the next time u hear from me could possibly be only in 2010. I mean, even I can't believe I so blatantly bunked my Brilliant classes to go write a Catechism exam I don't have, only to end up in a cafe I've never visited before... Whoa. Congratulations to me. And let this be a lesson to my dearly beloved parents: Never ever think even for a moment that a twisted mind can be cured simply by shutting it up in a stupid convent someplace. Moving on... I'm rather overwhelmed by the number of incredibly cute guys around here. And being a fan of Paulo Coelho, I too am searching for my soulmate. Just like Brida. It'd be kinda cool if we could ha...

Crossposting from Feminist Quill, written on August 16, 2015 Title:  Last Sacrifice Author:  Richelle Mead Year of Publication:  2010 Series:  Vampire  Academy #:  6 Goodreads Rating (Avg.):  4.46 Goodreads Rating (Mine):  5 Beware: The Inevitable... SPOILERS! Last Sacrifice  is the  Fast and the Furious  and  Die Hard   2: Die Harder  all rolled into one of the  VA  series. And I'm not just saying that because of the inordinate amounts of C4 explosive in this book. In  Last Sacrifice , the gang goes from under-the-radar hijinks to an IN-YOUR-FACE, GOVERNMENT level of hijinks. The Moroi government should really have known better than to put Abe Mazur's daughter in jail and try her for a capital crime. Just saying. Just as in  Blood Promise , the books splits itself to follow two storylines, once again through that unique narrative device of having Rose see through Lissa's eyes. I...

Photo by  Drew Hays  on  Unsplash I remember the first time I saw him. I was fifteen. He was dancing, teaching the steps, and his every move was poetry in motion.  I wanted to impress him, wanted to show him I could dance too. And even though the steps were simple and repetitive, it was soon clear to everyone that I was a great dancer.  I wanted to spend every moment staring at him, drinking in his absolutely perfect features. He was so handsome, like the princes you dream about when watching Disney movies, but never actually meet in real life.  He was charming, he was friendly, he popped his collars and wore wraparound shades. There was just one problem - he was nine years older.  I've often said that the only older guy worth dating is the one that isn't interested in you. And he was one of those guys. And much happened in those months that we spent together that convinced me that he might actually like me the way I liked him....

Nothing goes as planned Everything will break People say goodbye In their own special way All that you rely on And all that you can fake Will leave you in the morning But find you in the day Oh, you're in my veins And I cannot get you out Oh, you're all I taste At night inside of my mouth Oh, you run away 'Cause I am not what you found Oh, you're in my veins And I cannot get you out Everything will change Nothing stays the same Nobody here's perfect Oh, but everyone's to blame Oh, all that you rely on And all that you can save Will leave you in the morning And find you in the day Oh, you're in my veins And I cannot get you out Oh, you're all I taste At night inside of my mouth Oh, you run away 'Cause I am not what you found Oh, you're in my veins And I cannot get you out (No, I cannot get you out) (No, I cannot get you) (Oh no, I cannot get you out) (No, I ca...

Crossposted from Feminist Quill , written on August 16, 2015 Title:  Spirit Bound Author:  Richelle Mead Year of Publication:  2010 Series:  Vampire  Academy #:  5 Goodreads Rating (Avg.):  4.38 Goodreads Rating (Mine):  5 Considering how long the previous post ended up being, I should make this one short and sweet : Hijinks! (And some regrettable death). Spoilers! After the darkness that was  Blood Promise ,  Spirit Bound  is back to the basics. And if there's some residual darkness tingeing the book, I'm sure we can forgive and forget, all things considered. And by 'all things' I mean there's a raging strigoi on the loose. Despite having graduated near the top of her class, Rose's future is lacking in real job prospects due to her reputation as an unreliable vigilante with little respect for the rules. So she's largely left to her own devices, and shenanigans are on her mind. First stop, Vegas! (Well, no...

Photo by  Alex Montes  from  Pexels There are nights When the dart board On the wall/ laughs At me/ in a crazy way And the whole damn world Turns upside down There are nights When ghosts from long Long ago/ Come back for A chat/ A cuppa perhaps Nights when my phone rings And is never picked up Nights when we're walking Down that road again And you grab my hand And hold it tight Nights when I wonder Why I didn't cross the line When I wonder why I always come too late The line's already drawn There are nights When the thread slips Out of one hand Into the other Nights when you can't help But smile because You've done it right Why doesn't she agree? Why sulk around, I wonder When all's well That ends well Why does my princess alone cry She wants to be first She'd do it all again She'd ...

Photo by  freestocks.org  from  Pexels Written on September 9, 2008 Yeah, we've all heard that phrase a million times over. But for the first time in my life I'm wishing it would come true. That Christmas would come early, and I'd go to Dubai early. Teacher's Day has come and gone. Over here, we had this sad-ass, for crying out loud, program that was good by the school standards. Over there... I'm not saying much. The pics and vids of all my friends rockin' it up has left me speechless. Whether with rage, or tears, or joy at their fortune is for you to decide. Anyway, following a nightmarish first term, I've kicked back and I'm enjoying a 10 day hiatus before what promises to be an even nightmarish second term. Ah, the life. I plan to do a hell lot of writing these hols, get my hair cut, call my friends, pierce my ears, and go online every single day. So far, it's working parfaitment. School's great. Well, that would ...

Photo by  Stephen Leonardi  on  Unsplash “We are not reliable.” A friend of mine recently exploded in indignation and fury, pointing out that despite high levels of intelligence, sometimes there were those of us who could be brought down by a bout of depression at any time. She felt that judging us on the basis of the good work we did when we were able was unfair, that expecting us to continue that level of work at all times was unfair. “We need to stop placing pressure on everyone to be productive, regardless of their health and social situation.” – A heavily paraphrased, anonymous quote I remember seeing online. That is an essential expectation of our capitalistic system – that everyone earn their own keep. That one is only entitled to what one ‘earns.’ Of course, this concept grows problematic the more one stares at it, regardless of which social class is under scrutiny. When taken as a whole, it is easily noted that each class above benefits, in ...

Crossposting from Feminist Quill , written on August 1, 2015 Title:  Blood Promise Author:  Richelle Mead Year of Publication:  2009 Series:  Vampire   Academy #:   4 Goodreads Rating (Avg.):  4.37 Goodreads Rating (Mine):  5 WARNING: SPOILERS FOR BOOKS 3 AND 4 VA  deals with the issue of faith through the perspective of several characters. Moroi society, having as it does its roots in Eastern Europe, is largely Orthodox Christian in their beliefs, and take their religious ceremonies very seriously. And they have good reason for doing so, seeing as they have proof of holiness and lack thereof in the Strigoi, who cannot enter holy ground. Personal faith, however, varies from individual to individual as it is wont to do in any society. There are the religiously devout, like Lissa (don't you just  know  she's going to be religiously devout, goody two-shoes that she is?). There are the agnostic, like Rose, who...

I dreamed I was missing You were so scared But no one would listen 'Cause no one else cared After my dreaming I woke with this fear What am I leaving When I'm done here? So if you're asking me I want you to know When my time comes Forget the wrong that I've done Help me leave behind some Reasons to be missed And don't resent me And when you're feeling empty Keep me in your memory Leave out all the rest Leave out all the rest Don't be afraid I've taken my beating I've shared what I've made I'm strong on the surface Not all the way through I've never been perfect But neither have you So if you're asking me I want you to know When my time comes Forget the wrong that I've done Help me leave behind some Reasons to be missed Don't resent me And when you're feeling empty Keep me in your memory Leave out all the rest Leave out all the rest ...