I used to go to school every day with strings in my pocket
When I met a person I admired (and vice versa)
I gave them the end of one
I held the other, and we'd always be connected
Come time, I held the ends of all my strings
like the Fates held theirs
Despite them untwining their strings, we kept ours strong
with the firm belief that they were indestructible
We joked around, saying they could cut through steel and that
they made up the threads of Superman's cape
Recently, I noticed the fibers riving
I tried to loosen the stretch,
but the Fates had rendered us too far
I glanced at my hands, purple and bleeding from rope burn
It was impossib
OLIVIA
It confused me, that they took me in. At first, I thought nothing of it. What could I lose if I lived with another family? After close observation, though, I realized it was less of a family than a couple of kids trying to live on their own. They couldn't even be related - Limpo, with his caramel-colored bird's nest and creamy mocha brown eyes; Malloon, with his mahogany-brown spikes and stone gray eyes. Which meant they were in the same state I was in.
I sank into my pillow, hoping it would muffle out my erratic sobs of confusion, emotion, and I don't even know what.
It's hard for kids to live independently, especially with child
I used to go to school every day with strings in my pocket
When I met a person I admired (and vice versa)
I gave them the end of one
I held the other, and we'd always be connected
Come time, I held the ends of all my strings
like the Fates held theirs
Despite them untwining their strings, we kept ours strong
with the firm belief that they were indestructible
We joked around, saying they could cut through steel and that
they made up the threads of Superman's cape
Recently, I noticed the fibers riving
I tried to loosen the stretch,
but the Fates had rendered us too far
I glanced at my hands, purple and bleeding from rope burn
It was impossib
OLIVIA
It confused me, that they took me in. At first, I thought nothing of it. What could I lose if I lived with another family? After close observation, though, I realized it was less of a family than a couple of kids trying to live on their own. They couldn't even be related - Limpo, with his caramel-colored bird's nest and creamy mocha brown eyes; Malloon, with his mahogany-brown spikes and stone gray eyes. Which meant they were in the same state I was in.
I sank into my pillow, hoping it would muffle out my erratic sobs of confusion, emotion, and I don't even know what.
It's hard for kids to live independently, especially with child
It's been a while. Like, a long while.
Recently I've been going through my inbox and clearing everything out, although I think I've gone through enough to be able to just say a quick "hey, I'm alive." I only have 320 notifications to look through (but 200 of them are from one person, so)
I make no promises that I'll be active because I broke all the ones from before, but I've actually logged on multiple times these past few weeks, which is an accomplishment. Of course, when summer classes start, that'll probably end...
But this journal's here as an update or to catch up -- SO if anyone wants to talk, be my guest in the comments. I'll proba
My friend Chumi-chan (https://www.deviantart.com/chumi-chan)'s account has been hacked. The account was returned, but over 600 points were lost. Here's the journal:
For...a reasonably long time, I've been going through my favorites to look for some wall art because right now my walls are sad and bare. So I didn't check my messages or notifications or anything for a while. They have piled up beyond reason.
I have no idea what's going on with deviantart. Apparently there are like status updates? And it shows my recent activity? I'm not sure I want people to see my recent activity? What the heck happened? I could barely keep up with these updates even when I was active here.