tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87606524331761093502024-02-19T03:14:25.546-08:00beyond michelle (◡‿◡✿) Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08716143175855625006noreply@blogger.comBlogger17125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8760652433176109350.post-71881309083868370072013-05-17T06:47:00.002-07:002018-09-12T10:37:26.211-07:00i can't cope<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Okay, maybe I shouldn't have asked him where he went. I think he knew I was going to react this way.<br />
<br />
But good god, that's exactly why I don't want him to go. He's one of the only people to have ever understood me this much and I can't afford to lose that. He's so special and perfect and attractive and sweet and adorable and funny and <i>honestly, I can't cope.</i><br />
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I don't want him to leave because I know that I'm a dumb little shit. There will be new kids next year, and among those new kids will be someone, some guy that I find appealing.<br />
See, I can't not live without support. Hugs, words that make me feel adequate; pretty. Word that make me feel like I'm enough. That I'm worth it.<br />
I will fall.<br />
<br />
Even if I do manage to control myself, what if there are girls at his new school that can't? What if they catch his eye? What if he starts to like one of them? What if I do?<br />
<br />
What if I <i>don't</i>, and what if all I want to do, every single day, is just to go home, lie in bed and die?<br />
What if he doesn't come online all the time? What if we stop talking? What if everything because awkward and weird and bad and what if it doesn't work?<br />
<br />
i'd love to say that all my worrying is ironic<br />
but<br />
honestly<br />
i<br />
can't<br />
cope<br />
<br />
It needs to be temporary. Because if he's going to be gone for good, I will cry until there's nothing left of me.</div>
Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08716143175855625006noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8760652433176109350.post-30984018164539819532013-04-29T06:38:00.000-07:002019-11-19T11:39:05.298-08:00i'm so tired of myself.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Maybe it's my low self-esteem or just plain shittiness, but I can never get this 'be happy with myself and be happy with the people I surround myself with' right. And I'm sitting here, staring at my options.<br />
<br />
I could just opt out.<br />
<br />
Or I could come to my senses and say 'it's okay' and move on.<br />
<br />
I don't fucking know.</div>
Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08716143175855625006noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8760652433176109350.post-26310256461794624322013-04-18T10:08:00.002-07:002018-09-12T10:37:24.681-07:00i hate people<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<br />
So this might just become a whiny blog for me. Which is completely fine for me, honestly, since I've pretty much come to the conclusion that talking to myself is the best way to calm down.<br />
<br />
Because you don't really know who your real friends are, do you? Real friends who don't talk behind your back. I think I do. I don't know. Maybe I don't. Maybe I'm wrong.<br />
I hope I'm not.<br />
<br />
Maybe I should stop telling the truth.<br />
Maybe I should stop trusting people?<br />
Maybe I should stop.<br />
<br />
It hurts. It actually hurts when I get mad at people I care about and I know nothing else other than to lash out in pure concentrated anger. It hurts when one of the few people I can feel unconditionally happy around criticises me for something I don't wish to be.<br />
It hurts. Everything hurts, and everyone hurts.<br />
<br />
I love the kid.<br />
I love his entire existence so much it pains me.<br />
<br />
But calling me overly attached <i>twice</i>, claiming that I'm forcing him to stay on Skype which is apparently the opposite of what he wishes to do, telling me to give him space when that is the exact thing I've been trying to do even though what I really want to do is get to know each other better -<br />
<br />
God, it hurts.<br />
<br />
I thought it was okay. But now there's this aching and twisting feeling at my heart and I can feel it. It's not an emotion, it's physical pain.<br />
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And I want to say sorry so badly but I can't.<br />
I've just tried to do so much. I've tried to make it effortless, as easy as breathing, but nothing ever works out. He doesn't pay attention. Do you know how much something like that fucking hurts? When you're trying to make a statement, a point, and you're just ignored.<br />
<br />
When you're trying to let someone in, and they voluntarily shut your door and lock it tight.<br />
<br />
Can I have someone sing to me? Tell me it's okay? Pull me close and hug me tight until I can't breathe? Because that's all I want right now. I just need someone who cares - someone who shows that they are. Don't tell me you care, show me you care.</div>
Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08716143175855625006noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8760652433176109350.post-49855366986728908162013-04-14T10:14:00.001-07:002018-09-12T10:37:25.305-07:00warm bodies: what's good and what's not<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08716143175855625006noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8760652433176109350.post-20300696462541578072013-04-13T22:51:00.002-07:002018-09-12T10:37:24.404-07:00"ha ha likewhore"<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Instead of doing this on Facebook, I will do this on here.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: inherit; line-height: 17px;">116: My nick name is: fish</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: inherit; line-height: 17px;">115: I was born in: taipei</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: inherit; line-height: 17px;">114: Last book you read: beautiful creatures</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: inherit; line-height: 17px;">113: My bed is: my lover</span><br />
<span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; display: inline;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 17px;">112: My pet: my neopets ok</span></span><br /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 17px;">111: My best friend: internet</span></span><br /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 17px;">110: My favorite shampoo is: anything that smells nice</span></span><br /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 17px;">109: The last three cd's I bought were?: i forgot ok</span></span><br /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 17px;">108: Last YouTube video watched: domics: timid</span></span><br /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 17px;">107: How many cousins do you have?: tons</span></span><br /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 17px;">106: Do you have any siblings?: yes</span></span><br /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 17px;">105: Do you play an instrument?: yes</span></span><br /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 17px;">104: What did you do yesterday?: cnblue concert omg</span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 17px;">[ Last time I ]</span></span><br /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 17px;">103: Hugged someone: last sunday</span></span><br /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 17px;">102: Last time you ate: last night at burger king</span></span><br /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 17px;">101: Saw someone I haven't seen in awhile: wednesday</span></span><br /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 17px;">100: Cried in front of someone: i don't cry in front of people</span></span><br /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 17px;">99: Went to a movie theater: last friday for warm bodies</span></span><br /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 17px;">98: Took a vacation: 8 - 12 april</span></span><br /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 17px;">97: Swam in a pool: long long ago</span></span><br /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 17px;">96: Changed a diaper: never</span></span><br /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 17px;">95: Got my nails done: summer festival</span></span><br /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 17px;">94: Went to a wedding: once upon a time</span></span><br /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 17px;">93: Broke a bone: a few years ago</span></span><br /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 17px;">92: Got a piercing: when i was nine years old</span></span><br /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 17px;">91: Broke the law: idk</span></span><br /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 17px;">90: Texted: just now</span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 17px;">[ MISC ]</span></span><br /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 17px;">89: Who makes you laugh the most: no one ALL THE PEOPLE I KNOW ARE BORING MOTHERFUCKERS</span></span><br /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 17px;">88: Something I will really miss when I leave home is: food</span></span><br /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 17px;">87: The last movie I saw: rise of the guardians</span></span><br /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 17px;">86: The thing that I'm looking forward to the most: dying</span></span><br /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 17px;">85: The thing I'm not looking forward to: school and summer and everything in between</span></span><br /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 17px;">84: People call me: stacy</span></span><br /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 17px;">83: The most difficult thing to do is: share food</span></span><br /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 17px;">82: I have gotten a speeding ticket: never</span></span><br /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 17px;">81: My zodiac sign is: </span></span><span style="color: #333333;"><span style="line-height: 16.99652862548828px;">sagittarius</span></span><span style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 17px;"> and tiger</span></span><br /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 17px;">80: The first person I talked to today was: my mother!!!!</span></span><br /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 17px;">79: First time you had a crush: kindergarten</span></span><br /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 17px;">78: The one person who I can't hide things from: ideeku</span></span><br /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 17px;">77: Last time someone said something you were thinking: adITI</span></span><br /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 17px;">76: Right now I am talking to: liam and rogan</span></span><br /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 17px;">75: What are you going to do when you grow up: i just want to be in a band</span></span><br /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 17px;">74: I have/will get a job: by the time i'm 16</span></span><br /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 17px;">73: Tomorrow: school = hellhole</span></span><br /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 17px;">72: Today: music school = idk</span></span><br /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 17px;">71: Next Summer: sister = satan </span></span><br /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 17px;">70: Next Weekend: u tell me</span></span><br /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 17px;">69: I have these pets: none</span></span><br /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 17px;">68: The worst sound in the world: your voice</span></span><br /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 17px;">67: The person that makes me cry the most is: me</span></span><br /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 17px;">66: People that make you happy: uM,,,,</span></span><br /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 17px;">65: Last time I cried: yesterday</span></span><br /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 17px;">64: My friends are: stupid </span></span><br /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 17px;">63: My computer is: god</span></span><br /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 17px;">62: My School: hellhole</span></span><br /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 17px;">61: My Car: don't have one</span></span><br /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 17px;">60: I lose all respect for people who: talk to me</span></span><br /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 17px;">59: The last movie I cried at was: mental</span></span><br /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 17px;">58: Your hair color is: dark red and brown</span></span><br /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 17px;">57: TV shows you watch: awkward, supernatural, castle, the walking dead and rogan made me watch arrow!!!!</span></span><br /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 17px;">56: Favorite website: procatinator</span></span><br /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 17px;">55: Your dream vacation: uk or something</span></span><br /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 17px;">54: The worst pain I was ever in was: physically when i broke my wrist and mentally every day ( y )</span></span><br /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 17px;">53: How do you like your steak cooked: rare or medium rare</span></span><br /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 17px;">52: My room is: messy and cosy</span></span><br /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 17px;">51: My favorite celebrity is: mary elizabeth winstead</span></span><br /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 17px;">50: Where would you like to be: with friends</span></span><br /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 17px;">49: Do you want children: adopted ya</span></span><br /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 17px;">48: Ever been in love: u tell me</span></span><br /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 17px;">47: Who's your best friend: laptop</span></span><br /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 17px;">46: More guy friends or girl friends: guys</span></span><br /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 17px;">45: One thing that makes you feel great is: when i look in the mirror and i'm happy with what i see (but that rarely ever happens)</span></span><br /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 17px;">44: One person that you wish you could see right now: xavier (<i>sigh</i>)</span></span><br /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 17px;">43: Do you have a 5 year plan: no</span></span><br /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 17px;">42: Have you made a list of things to do before you die: no</span></span><br /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 17px;">41: Have you pre-named your children: no</span></span><br /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 17px;">40: Last person I got mad at: dumb</span></span><br /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 17px;">39: I would like to move to: the uk or florida</span></span><br /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 17px;">38: I wish I was a professional: at fixing tables</span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 17px;">[ My Favorites ]</span></span><br /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 17px;">37: Candy: sour patch kids</span></span><br /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 17px;">36: Vehicle: idk</span></span><br /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 17px;">35: President: no</span></span><br /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 17px;">34: State visited: cali</span></span><br /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 17px;">33: Cellphone provider: samsung</span></span><br /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 17px;">32: Athlete: dumb</span></span><br /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 17px;">31: Actor: joseph gordon-levitt or robert downey jr or michael cera</span></span><br /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 17px;">30: Actress: mary elizabeth winstead</span></span><br /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 17px;">29: Singer: matty mullins</span></span><br /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 17px;">28: Band: don't get me started</span></span><br /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 17px;">27: Clothing store: uni qlo</span></span><br /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 17px;">26: Grocery store: idk</span></span><br /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 17px;">25: TV show: all the tv shows i watch???</span></span><br /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 17px;">24: Movie: shutter island</span></span><br /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 17px;">23: Website: my websites!!!!!!</span></span><br /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 17px;">22: Animal: tigers, orcas, sloths, foxes, wolves, raccoons and et cetera </span></span><br /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 17px;">21: Theme park: a few</span></span><br /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 17px;">20: Holiday: korea</span></span><br /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 17px;">19: Sport to watch: rugby</span></span><br /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 17px;">18: Sport to play: touch rugby</span></span><br /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 17px;">17: Magazine: alternative press or kerrang or rocksound</span></span><br /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 17px;">16: Book: daughter of smoke and bone</span></span><br /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 17px;">15: Day of the week: saturday</span></span><br /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 17px;">14: Beach: don't have a favourite</span></span><br /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 17px;">13: Concert attended: all time low or pierce the veil</span></span><br /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 17px;">12: Thing to cook: pasta</span></span><br /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 17px;">11: Food: lasagna</span></span><br /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 17px;">10: Restaurant: hotpot or japanese restaurants ok</span></span><br /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 17px;">9: Radio station: go away</span></span><br /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 17px;">8: Yankee candle scent: we don't light candles!!!</span></span><br /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 17px;">7: Perfume: no</span></span></span><br />
<span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; display: inline;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 17px;">6: Flower: anything pretty</span></span><br /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 17px;">5: Color: green, burgundy, black</span></span><br /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 17px;">4: Talk show host: um</span></span><br /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 17px;">3: Comedian: me</span></span><br /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 17px;">2: Dog breed: sigh</span></span><br /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 17px;">1: Am I ready for this survey to be over?: ya cos i'm 2og4u</span></span></span></div>
Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08716143175855625006noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8760652433176109350.post-13435655112748583282013-04-13T10:23:00.000-07:002018-09-12T10:37:24.128-07:00i'm kind of tired<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Not physically tired, but I guess I'm just... <i>tired</i>.<br />
<br />
I want attention and I want to feel like I mean something. One of my biggest fears? Being alone.<br />
Honestly, all I want is effort from everyone so that I know that I'm not just a little speck of dust. Though we all know I am.<br />
<br />
Who isn't?<br />
<br />
I'm avoiding the subject, really. So here goes:<br />
<br />
My boyfriend is the cutest thing ever. I love spending time with him because there's no possibility of me not being amused around him. So when I feel bad, I kind of expect him to notice. And maybe he does, but it just drives me insane when he doesn't do anything about it.<br />
<br />
But while he's off having a real life, I'm sitting in front of my laptop watching tv shows and crying over my favourite bands.<br />
And sometimes, all he does is play video games. It's not that I don't want him to - but aren't you supposed to talk to your other half often? He's rarely ever online and <i>to be extremely honest</i>, I know his friends better than I know him.<br />
<br />
It's gotten to the point where we're capable of physical affection but when it comes to connecting and talking about things without feeling like there's a barrier - it's just not there yet. And I don't like it that way.<br />
In most of my past relationships, we've always talked tons. I was always best friends with the other half and we knew almost everything about each other.<br />
<br />
What's this, now?<br />
He and I talked a lot about our feelings a while ago. Before all this. Then the whole couple thing became real and suddenly, it was like my existence was being taken for granted and it was like I was supposed to just <i>know </i>him better in an instant.<br />
<br />
I might be rambling. I don't know. I need to put my thoughts down.<br />
<br />
I love his personality, his laugh, his terrible sense of humour, his hair, his eyes, his smile, his hugs, his warmth - he's not flawed.<br />
<br />
And yet I look at the other relationships in school and they are just everything I wish for. A mutual obsession for each other, a mutual obsession for wanting to talk to each other. Relationships where the guy makes the first moves, makes the girl feel special, makes the girl feel protected.<br />
<br />
I have no right to say that that's not us, even though I'm not sure, but it just doesn't feel like... a two-way thing.<br />
<br />
And I want it to be a two-way thing so much it hurts me. I don't even know why I cry over this, but...<br />
<br />
Okay, there is no but.<br />
I just have feelings, and those feelings need to be tended to.<br />
<br />
Sorry if this was kind of stupid. No, not kind of stupid. Really stupid.<br />
I apologize.<br />
<br />
(<i>On a lighter note, I will be posting day four of my trip to Nagoya soon - just a bit lazy right now</i>)<br />
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Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08716143175855625006noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8760652433176109350.post-38010252417120931822013-04-09T07:54:00.000-07:002013-04-11T08:36:43.224-07:00second and third day of nagoya: gifu and aquarium<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Okay, I procrastinated even this. I'M SORRY IT'S NOT MY FAULT IT'S JUST PART OF ME<br />
Maybe it is my fault.<br />
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Anyway, second day. My mum and I took the JR Tokaido Line down to Gifu, which took 20 - 30 minutes. At the station we poked around for a bit before hopping onto W65. The bus systems here are interesting - you take a bus ticket when you get on, and with that you can check how much you're paying by looking for your number on a screen. After that first bus ride, my mum and I got the hang of the public transport around Nagoya. It's not a hard system to grasp.<br />
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We went to visit my aunt; her Japanese language school and her dorm. We took a bus down to Gifu city and had lunch, later walking down the streets of Gifu city endlessly before admitting that we were lost and asking for directions.<br />
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At night, my mum and I had dinner near the JR Nagoya station. We had tempura, flat udon-like ramen, and chicken wings. All Nagoya specialties.<br />
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On the third day, my mum and I headed down to the Nagoya Port. First things first: I had created a 'survival guide' for us before the trip started, consisting of landmarks to visit and how to get there. I thought Nagoya Port was going to be boring, but I had added it in for my mum's sake, knowing her interest in travelling to different places and seeing different things.<br />
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(<i>about the boring bit</i>)<br />
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We entered the aquarium first, and let me tell you one thing.<br />
I love orcas.<br />
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I love aquariums, zoos, safaris - anything that allows me to observe animals and silently admire them becAUSE THEY ARE JUST SO GODDAMN BEAUTIFUL<br />
i'm going to cry<br />
It was so unreal. The tickets included the Port Building (which was a museum on Nagoya as a port, and its trade) and the Fuji Icebreaker that travelled to Antarctica. The ship was kind of creepy - it had a bunch of wax figures and my mum and I were the only ones there. Frightening.<br />
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Afterwards, we went to the Red Lobster (which was right next to everything) and had the best dinner ever. Fullstop?????<br />
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Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08716143175855625006noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8760652433176109350.post-66609065786865946072013-04-08T00:30:00.002-07:002013-07-31T02:01:49.963-07:00[aggressively puts on infinite layers of clothes]<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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By pretty cool, I mean <i>really goddamn cold. </i>I love cold weather, but the constant breezes made it all quite unbearable considering I only had two layers of clothes on.</div>
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Leaving Singapore at 10pm was okay - I guess - but taking off at 1:05am was too much, <b>even for me. </b>I haven't slept in 24 hours, if you exclude the bit where I fell asleep in the park in the most awkward position ever. </div>
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<i>don't judge me i was cold and the sun was warm and i juST</i></div>
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It was a six hour flight and me, the greatest all-nighter you will ever come to know of (<i>not really but let's pretend I am</i>) fell asleep in the middle of ParaNorman.<br />
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You're judging me.<br />
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My mother and I took the Meitetsu Line all the way down to Meitetsu Nagoya, the main station near to our hotel. On the way we watched empty roads, cherry blossom trees, and worn out roof tiles fly past the train windows. It was all really nice.</div>
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We took the subway down to the downtown district, Sakae, and took a walk through Central Park and Oasis 21.<br />
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By that time I was starving and my mother refuses to put up with me when I'm hungry, so we went to the first thing we saw.</div>
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<i>you're judging me again i know it</i></div>
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YEAH OK FIRST MEAL IN NAGOYA</div>
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MCDONALDS</div>
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I'll make up for it by saying that my mother and I went on a ferris wheel built smack dab in the middle of Sakae.</div>
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And now I am here. My mother is napping and I am shamelessly taking selfies because I have nothing else better to do. I apologise for my very existence, internet.</div>
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<i>BUT TOO BAD COS YOU'RE PROBABLY GOING TO HEAR MORE FROM ME HAhA</i></div>
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Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08716143175855625006noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8760652433176109350.post-280045546518484382013-04-06T06:35:00.002-07:002018-09-12T10:37:24.820-07:00yup<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
i want to die<br />
ha ha<br />
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He is the most ignorant little bitch ever. I love him so much, but sometimes I just feel like quitting.<br />
<i>GOD hIS FACE</i><br />
<i>and then his shitty gamelust</i><br />
We're organising something to do tomorrow with two other friends, so hopefully that works out.<br />
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Edit: Okay, maybe it's not too bad. We'll see after tomorrow. But for now:</div>
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Edit 8/4/13 - <i>he was so cute i might just </i></div>
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Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08716143175855625006noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8760652433176109350.post-13464719099918153992013-04-06T03:34:00.002-07:002018-09-12T10:37:24.266-07:00gOD I JUST<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I WAS ONLY LURKING HUMOUR BLOGS I DID NOT WANT TO END UP HERE<br />
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You know when you get in too deep and you're looking through every blog's link list and suddenly [boyfriend/girlfriend] and you're just like<br />
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i cant<br />
<b>i cant</b><br />
<b><i>i cant</i></b><br />
<b><i><u>i caNT</u></i></b><br />
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but you have to because NO ONE CAN RESIST CUTE COUPLES?!?!?!?!<br />
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I JUST<br />
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I might just cry.<br />
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It's every girl's secret desire to have someone there, and when we actually get that special person we start wanting something else: attention.<br />
It's not like it's guaranteed that every girl is needy or overly attached, but if the guy tries hard enough and makes the effort to tell her she's pretty, tell jokes, stay up talking, hang out, then being together would be just as easy as breathing.<br />
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Even if girls claim that love is stupid (( ok those are the girls who want ur lovin most )) yOU CAN'T BE GULLIBLE AND SAY OK<br />
BECAUSE IT'S NOT<br />
Even if she claims that flowers and jewelry and dresses are stupid.<br />
Deep inside, she's still a girl.<br />
(( Spoiler alert: she wants them. ))<br />
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<i>I don't get how guys find it so hard.</i><br />
<i><br /></i>Maybe it's just me, you know? But I've looked everywhere and I don't think I've seen anything different. Girls just want someone to care for them. And I really don't know if it's the same for guys (though I'm sure it's mutual?!?!!) bUT SERIOUSLY IF YOU WANT IT TO WORK CAN YOU JUST MAKE A MOVE<br />
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I get that you're shy and I get that it takes time to warm up to someone but you can't completely shut someone out. You can't just expect them to stay there, and wait for you.<br />
You can't expect them to be patient.<br />
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If anyone's idea of crawling out of their 'shy bubble' is shutting someone out, then you're probably stupid and you need to go back in your mother's womb to redevelop.<br />
Honestly, talk.<br />
Talk about everything. Your favourite tv shows, movies, bands, artists, authors, books, food (<i>do you like cheese</i>) -- I'm serious when I say everything.<br />
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It makes me die inside whenever I see a couple who have been dating for two months and know practically everything about each other; in comparison to another couple who have been dating for five and know close to nothing.<br />
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Spoiler alert? The second couple isn't going to get <i>anywhere</i>.</div>
Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08716143175855625006noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8760652433176109350.post-71544568330369455352013-03-29T08:37:00.001-07:002018-09-12T10:37:26.073-07:00march 29 2013<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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You seem so happy on the outside, but inside your heart is rotting.<br />
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They think you're stable. They think you're happy.<br />
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They don't know how alone you feel. They don't know that you need someone to lean on. They don't know that they're not there enough.<br />
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God, you want to die so bad.<br />
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They don't know that you need constant hugs, that you need someone to tell you "it's okay" every now and then. They don't know how much a little gesture of affection makes you smile, and they don't know how much you want them to care; how much you want them to know <i>you </i>care.<br />
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Maybe they tell you you're not alone. Maybe they tell you that they're always going to be there for you, that they care and they never want you to be hurt.<br />
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But it only lasts for a while. Everything ends, and eventually they'll stop paying attention.<br />
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They'll go back to how they lived before, and take you for granted. They'll stop remembering to say sweet things, to do things that warm your heart, even if it's something as little as offering to share a drink with you.<br />
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They'll assume you'll always be there, that you've become part of their life.<br />
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Perhaps you have.<br />
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And maybe you can't get out of it. Maybe you love them too much to leave. So you make sure they know you care, and you make sure the affection stays alive.<br />
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Or at least, your side of it.<br />
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And tears don't help. The worst bit is that no one knows you cry. No one realises, and everyone thinks everything's okay.<br />
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Nothing's okay.<br />
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Maybe you tell people. And those people care. But they can't do anything.<br />
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And they don't hurt like you do.<br />
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Today was... weird. I felt different, like I didn't know how to act around him anymore. Like I'd taken a step back and returned to that stage where I didn't know him well enough to act normal.<br />
I didn't know how to respond to his comments, and nor did I know what tone to use.<br />
I was just so shaken. I'm still so frightened, and I know it wasn't meant to scare me, but it just...<br />
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It did.<br />
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It scared me so much.</div>
Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08716143175855625006noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8760652433176109350.post-75673121235981125622012-05-07T20:03:00.001-07:002018-09-12T10:37:26.354-07:00// updaaates! ||<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
It's been a while, I know.<br />
<br /></div>Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08716143175855625006noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8760652433176109350.post-12234563352336065482011-11-30T08:38:00.000-08:002018-09-12T10:37:23.921-07:00// zikarelli & roku. ||<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Zikarelli (dragon):</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/a0r2eDInzDI?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div></div>Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08716143175855625006noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8760652433176109350.post-60615886467826645242011-11-09T17:15:00.000-08:002018-09-12T10:37:25.863-07:00// so this is really it. ||<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="color: white;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_1273753596"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; font-family: inherit;">The very last Amely EP is being released on the 21st of November. The tracklist was just released yesterday :</span></span></a></div><div style="color: white;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_1273753596"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; font-family: inherit;"><br />
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<a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_1273753596"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; font-size: 12px;">2. Hold On</span></a><br />
<a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_1273753596"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; font-size: 12px;">3. Sell Your Alibi</span></a><br />
<a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_1273753596"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; font-size: 12px;">4. Wasted Love</span></a><br />
<a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_1273753596"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; font-size: 12px;">5. I'll Never Be The Only One</span></a><br />
<a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_1273753596"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; font-size: 12px;">6. The Girl She Is</span></a><br />
<a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_1273753596"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; font-size: 12px;">7. Fallen</span></a></div><div style="color: white; font-size: 12px; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_1273753596"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><br />
</span></span></span></a></div><div style="color: white; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_1273753596"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">It breaks my heart that they're breaking up, but at least they're still all gonna be making music.</span></span></span></a></div><div style="color: white; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_1273753596"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">Brandon Walden, the guitarist is set off for a solo project, while the remaining three are to form a ROCK band (Amely is a pop rock band) named "Sovereign Soldiers".</span></span></span></a><br />
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<a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_1273753596"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">Go like their Facebook page here: http://sovereignsoldiers.com</span></span></span></a></div><div style="color: white; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_1273753596"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">And follow them on Twitter: http://twitter.com/SovSoldiers</span></span></span></a></div><div style="color: white; font-size: 12px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><br />
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</span></span></div></div>Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08716143175855625006noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8760652433176109350.post-32460856057659416622011-10-26T08:08:00.000-07:002018-09-12T10:37:25.098-07:00// meet lyric, the fox. ||<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja8a0T9dR1PuSF3GjHjXxKtqeWG9XKZ8-Fw9Fz2Hg9cFEhFrGJanivThv23KLOvDzsccRpoQLWc-q9MGfPZupF2au-UT_FDWx0V2wcn5KeWdZ9gEDe_0zYLLPjviYuV3N_M9jkkz41yrw/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-10-26+at+PM+05.13.20.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="301" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja8a0T9dR1PuSF3GjHjXxKtqeWG9XKZ8-Fw9Fz2Hg9cFEhFrGJanivThv23KLOvDzsccRpoQLWc-q9MGfPZupF2au-UT_FDWx0V2wcn5KeWdZ9gEDe_0zYLLPjviYuV3N_M9jkkz41yrw/s400/Screen+shot+2011-10-26+at+PM+05.13.20.png" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">She's a fox, as you can see. c:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Watch me draw her here (not a speeddraw, even though I put that in the video xD) -- <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jpbq1kzvqek">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jpbq1kzvqek</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Adopted her colors and lines from a friend on deviantART <3</div><br />
</div>Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08716143175855625006noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8760652433176109350.post-56038195769024583102011-10-23T19:56:00.000-07:002018-09-12T10:37:25.653-07:00// jynx and severin ||<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Meet<b> Jynx. </b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiz9iLwBEqbQxXvcYrXdcRlypN4hMFDTolSbpjh8ihHQFXlvmKXMn3tPxxXBuN5vwbOa8X82PdxC7bp0vKuxHPs0s4nmLdyLxxa6ZhZd7G7GhyuOZzOycXf2OovZGzgLPA7daqDYZ94_8w/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-10-20+at+AM+01.47.52.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="298" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiz9iLwBEqbQxXvcYrXdcRlypN4hMFDTolSbpjh8ihHQFXlvmKXMn3tPxxXBuN5vwbOa8X82PdxC7bp0vKuxHPs0s4nmLdyLxxa6ZhZd7G7GhyuOZzOycXf2OovZGzgLPA7daqDYZ94_8w/s400/Screen+shot+2011-10-20+at+AM+01.47.52.png" width="400" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Meet <b>Severin.</b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1EJ_akcGuSOyJfm1coCxczYfoiNUTnodCLFiZzXBgDW8P0Oipp-iGB2B7boMgRTAQEeh_f7lgmuvxD35FqyUKQwE2EpKQwK2EQfmR2prDGxlkfbnVuIioeHPFI0I_PM5IkxtPHqtPvIY/s1600/Severin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="305" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1EJ_akcGuSOyJfm1coCxczYfoiNUTnodCLFiZzXBgDW8P0Oipp-iGB2B7boMgRTAQEeh_f7lgmuvxD35FqyUKQwE2EpKQwK2EQfmR2prDGxlkfbnVuIioeHPFI0I_PM5IkxtPHqtPvIY/s400/Severin.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">They're wolf brothers, blood related, but only recently reunited.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">They drive each other crazy, but despite that, they become amiable at times - only to each other.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I drew Jynx for a friend, thinking that it was going to turn out bad ( because all my drawings do! ).</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">So when it turned out like <i>that, </i>I just <i>had </i>to make a big deal out of it. It was completely necessary. c:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Therefore I decided on drawing Severin, who is now my Halloween OC. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">After spazzing about my sudden improvement, this <i>beyond </i>talented girl, Karisa [ <a href="http://karisarolison.blogspot.com/">http://karisarolison.blogspot.com</a> ], came along and drew me this:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTJNraDnUayZ7yi4oKdIxIbDXaRdJhAmLgS-4hcD9Ge15O31_9bFE4gcEwkbxXYqrIwoH8z6WUuvOA-jybiCGcvYbosSmHJG0bMtDW0QnsIephixMOZPh3HMnTf7muDZDN2UTx_3ndqWY/s1600/Severin+drawn+by+Karisa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTJNraDnUayZ7yi4oKdIxIbDXaRdJhAmLgS-4hcD9Ge15O31_9bFE4gcEwkbxXYqrIwoH8z6WUuvOA-jybiCGcvYbosSmHJG0bMtDW0QnsIephixMOZPh3HMnTf7muDZDN2UTx_3ndqWY/s400/Severin+drawn+by+Karisa.jpg" width="257" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">There's actually no point to this post besides introducing Jynx and Severin and shamelessly advertising a blog to you, so I guess I just be heading off now. xD.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Oh, speaking of advertising blogs, you should go check out Jenny's blog too: <a href="http://jennywynn.blogspot.com/">http://jennywynn.blogspot.com</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">And my writing blog! --> <a href="http://acciopencil.blogspot.com/">http://acciopencil.blogspot.com</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Thanks y'all.</div></div>Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08716143175855625006noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8760652433176109350.post-22633993982867143482011-10-23T19:49:00.000-07:002018-09-12T10:37:24.544-07:00// beyond empyrean ||<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">First post on this blog! c:<div><br />
</div><div>Beyond Empyrean is going to be my personal blog - but for those that don't know me so well yet, I started out with my writing blog at <a href="http://acciopencil.blogspot.com/">http://acciopencil.blogspot.com</a>. Putting it simply, Beyond Empyrean is where I will post all my random life updates, art, and other news.</div><div><br />
</div><div>This is going to be fun! c;</div><div><br />
</div><div>- Michelle <3<br />
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