I'm the kind of girl that likes to write lyrics to slightly obscure oldy songs (that I don't really know but all my other music is so unknown I might as well scribble on the board) on my chemistry board.
I'm the kind of girl who thinks of addition as a metaphor, and math as the more than the ends to practical means. There has to be shakespere between formulas or it's pointless.
I'm the kind of girl who is on a tighrope between arrogance and a severe self-esteem deficate.
I'm the kind of girl who likes the distance between the fingers and the sound when playing the piano.
I'm the kind of girl that is more poetry than prose.
I'm the kind of girl that if she had it her way we would sing every line of our lives.
I'm the kind of girl who sees symbolism in meaningless background noise.
Faithless and a Nudist.
I never really get embaressed about bodys. If I had my way we would all be naked during the summer.
A very descriptive peice, emotionally driven. One of my better peices. Author Rating: 8/10
Not as emotional, very plot dirven though some nice twists and turn. Not extremely emotional and no brilliant description. 6/10
Finding Judas is a story in which I think I really got into the character of Peter Pettigrew, and his voice but I sacraficed some of my own style for it. All in all a real character peice. 7/10
My favorite story that I have written on here. Read it, now. 9/10
Summary: There are two facts at the center of this story, and concurrently my existence. The first is that I loved, and will always love Severus Snape, the second is much less significant, but I suppose I’ll mention it. I am dead.
Summary: I read in a book somewhere in a book that greatest virtue of a man is his ambition. It lied. Books always lie. People always lie. I had ambition, just a little, an ambition to love, to have a life other than the scraps of other people's lifes. I could not be happy with what I should have been happy with. I wanted more. Desire is a dangerous thing and in the end only led to me finding one thing. And it was not love. It was simply something worth a little more than silver.
Summary: "What made you think he'd really stopped supporting Voldemort, Professor?"
Dumbledore held Harry's gaze for a few seconds, and then said, "That, Harry, is a matter between Professor Snape and myself."
Guilt and sacrifice are more intertwined than we would like to believe. Dumbledore did not always so blindly believe in love. He is about to be enlightened.
Summary: There is nothing more potent than pure love. Luna and Draco have accepted love, but can they bring themselves to accept the changes that it has wrought? The answers lay between the ashes of stars and rain.