Word of the day

Elusive.

a : tending to evade grasp or pursuit <elusive prey>
b : hard to comprehend or define
c : hard to isolate or identify

as explained in Merriam-Webster.

Words are my most favourite thing. I like to play with them... (sinister laugh)
Offer me more, if you'd like. ;)

A poem

Still I Rise - Maya Angelou

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.
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DW Randomness

This one is extremely stupid but it involves Eccleston and a cat and that's a great combination, don't you think?





I've been screwing it for quite a long time, Doctor and it doesn't seem to be working... Care to lend a hand? (I wish...)





A week? It took me about a month.




Yup.




I love Rory! I can't stress it enough! I freaking ADORE Rory! Rory rocks! (Obsessive much? Why, yes! No use denying it!)

Setting things straight

Why am I posting this? I really have no idea. I've learned the hard -the very hard- way that no matter what you do or what you say, people will always see you the way the want. You can be a total ass and still get respect. You can be a real life saint and still get beat up. It's useless, we might as well face the truth.

I always say how I am a bitch and there's no doubt about it. But maybe, you and I have a different understanding of the word. I'm not trying to be evil (well, maybe just a little). It's simply because I believe that people have potential that I become increasingly disappointed in them for not doing their best. I'm not a bully. I'm not a mean kid who believes they're better than everybody else.

Keeping that in mind, making friends is very difficult for me. That and the fact that I may very well be socially retarded. I have a total sum of five friends. And they're good people. I mean, really good people and I take pride in that they chose me to be their friend. I know how hard it is to be around me and I do my best to make it easier for them. I've been doing this all my life.

It took me twenty seven fucking years to end up with five freaking friends! Can you imagine that? And can you imagine how it makes me feel when one of them decides to walk away?

Word of the day: devastated.

Writer's Log:Day 3

Whenever I am focused on a project (even fanfics), I forget to live. My lap top becomes my best friend, I neglect to eat or sleep. Basic functions and still, I don't miss them. I walk around all day with paragraphs forming in my head and it can be so frustrating as the day doesn't have enough hours for me to write. I always have to obey the words... I am close to imagining the end for my novel.

I had another dream. Very disturbing. Starring was an acquaintance of mine. There was kissing involved but that's not the point. He is forbidden eventhough I've always thought he is quite charming. What attracts me more is his intellect and the fact that he's open minded beyond belief! But he's not for me. My dreams suck! Except for the one with Eccleston. That was a really great dream.

Word of the day: simper.

I need more words.