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HandwritingIt was the one thing he liked least about being human again: handwriting.

Even before the spell, it had never been his forte. He'd taken lessons of course but he’d never been a great student. Many of his early memories of doing dictation involved him throwing inkwells at the wall and scattering parchment across the floor of the study. Sometimes he wondered how his tutors had put up with him as long as they did.

As a Beast, writing for him was simply impossible. His paws were too big to hold a quill, let alone write with one. In the end LaPlume and Crane had both taken up the job of composing letters to the distant kingdoms while he diHandwriting by ~purple-the-cactus

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CodeineYou wrap me in your warm embrace
As snowflakes drift across my face
You've seen my past, now toss it away
To let you ease my pain, you say

Above I see the distant shore
I came from there, once before
Now I fear to feel that light
Away in shadow, you bind me tight

And though the world may toss and turn
In your arms it all can burn
I walk the worn paths of this labyrinth again
I'm all alone, but for you, my friend

The fire once was all I knew
Now I give myself to you
Lost until you brought to dreams
My love, my sweet, my dear
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CloudsGuess I should have known
We couldn't be children forever
Soon we have to grow old
And become one with the world

Still, sometimes I wonder why it is
You've always taken the highway
While I've taken the scenic route
You say it doesn't matter
But day by day this rift grows bigger
I know you lie to me
When you say we're not growing further apart

I once believed I would sore above you
But that was before the sun melted my wings
Leaving me to crawl
And look back at what I used to be

We crossed paths once
But that time is behind us
Now I watch you walk those hills I could never climb
You don't have to look back, nor do I expect you to

My dayClouds by ~purple-the-cactus

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The Fresh Assassin of ItalyNow, this is the story all about how
My life got flipped, turned upside down
And I'd like to take a minute
Sit down, signore
I'll tell you how I became an assassin in the fifteenth century

In northwest Italia born and raised
On the rooftops was where I spent most of my days
Hanging out, brawling, running errands for the head
Then picking belle donne to take back to the bed
When a couple of bastardi who were up to no good
Started making trouble in my neighbourhood
They killed my father and brothers and then came for me
And I said, "Claudia, take mother, we leave for Monteriggioni!"

We went to my Uncle's where I soon understood
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by ~purple-the-cactus, Feb 3, 2013, 3:37:34 AM
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Mood: Isolated
Listening to: Connor's Life - Assassin's Creed 3 OST
Drinking: Water

_{Writing this entry on my iPad for a change ooh.

Not many intelligent things to say about my life so far. I have trouble sleeping it seems...as of now I've been up since 2 am because of this weird itching sensation in my throat/nasal congestion and now I'm extremely hungry but don't want to leave my nice warm bed and make some cereal.

This week I am watching am watching an opera for a class and writing an essay. The week after that I have 2 midterms, including one for chemistry (I know what you're thinkng, chemistry?). Two weeks after I have another midterm and a concert review to write.

I feel mostly apathetic about life. I look at the first years in my dining hall and feel like a veteran and wish I could be 2 years younger again. Most days I eat alone because none of my friends live on campus anymore. I look at people I pass by on my way to classes and become slightly philosophical, knowing I will never see them again. My hair looks stupid and pear-shape during the week. I blame the showers here so I just settle for tying it up all the time - which then exposes all the acne on my cheeks.

I wish I could practice more during the week, but as it is the music room gets booked up pretty quickly and I don't like practicing in my room because I feel like everyone walking by will be judging me and think I suck. Sometimes I regret dropping out of Symphonic Winds. I should really get my flute serviced because the footjoint keeps loosening but there's no time.

I'm depressed that my brother has gotten a summer job at Wonderland as a lifeguard and in the meantime I have almost no future. Most of my self-esteem these days either comes from fanfiction or tumblr.

I hate my writing and think it looks like a bad joke. I feel like I'm losing my talent in everything.

Paperman rocks. I am knitting a loofah scarf, and might put some pictures up here of it when I'm done. There's a trailer for a new Studio Ghibli movie on the Internet which looks exciting.

I will mostly likely regret posting this nonsense when I wake up later. Oh well.}

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