I am a Stardust Sorcerer, colour-bursting Indian. I ride giant black cats
through the velvet sky. I roll around in the dirt and cover my Moon-skin and Sun-freckled
body in grass and flowers. I enjoy messy hair and long eyelashes. I enjoy boys and
blood. I want to speak with the Trees, I want to fly on bat wings, I want to kiss
Peter Pan. I am a lost boy, I am a werewolf with charm, a vampire with poetry on my tongue. I am a story teller. I am The Bloody Prince, and I am searching for my twin.
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The Guide
The Care and Feeding of Riley Atreyu Bat
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You guys, you guys, you guys!
Those of you who’re worried about my moving - don’t be! If I do move, I’ll be sure to post a warning here and you can all message me for my new address.
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Canada, yes. The city, no. Hah
I’d come, but I’m already here…. I’ll give you snacks and juice when you show up though!
@Chelsea - Yeah, I’m talking about Canada. Unionville, actually, which is where Gilmore Girls was filmed. Any wonder why I’m moving there? LOL
@Espen - YAY! Your support is much appreciated. -3-
I added a couple of pages to my Tumblr
There is now an FAQ page and I have started the first part of The Care and Feeding of Riley Atreyu Bat aka The Guide to RAB
ps; ‘read more’ link doesn’t work for me for some reason SO sorry for the personal posts ;n;
Theres this kid.
I’ve tried being friends with his kid over and over, but all I seem to do is annoy him. This bothered me a lot at first. I really want(ed) to get to know him, be friends, make him happy like his other friends do. I want(ed) to be there for him, etc etc. But he’s constantly irritated with me, even when I say something nice to him. Recently I said something that required no response, it was just me being honest and nice and I really don’t see how it could of been thought of as offensive at all… Yet he made a point of complaining and making it seem as if I was just being obnoxious.
I’m almost at the point where I want to say fuck it, if you don’t like me then fine, whatever. But I loved this kid a whole lot once, and I still have some of those feelings. I care for him deeply, even if I refuse to contemplate those emotions closely.
SIGH WHAT DO I DO
A snail in my dream (or maybe it was a slug?) told me to loosen up…. so okay…
My ex-best friend is one of those people who stereotypes genders. She seems to be a firm believer of gender-roles; boys don’t cry, girls do, etc. It makes it difficult to speak to her sometimes.
