Entries By Gillian
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THey were both young. Yound, just saplings set in frosted ground, destined to grow, or destined to die. They were both precocious. Such potential in there young minds so full of pure lust, lust for life, lust for knowledge, lust for eachother. This is their youth.Posted By Gillian On 12.03.2012 @ 6:50 pm
dull is when your professor takes 10 times longer than needed to explain something to you. it’s when you have expectations and they are let down. dull is boring. dull is when you would rather be asleep. dull is when you’d rather be somewhere else. dull is weak sauce. dull is affected by your attitude.Posted By Gillian On 10.17.2011 @ 3:04 pm
If there was one thing Ivan loved, it was vodka. He drank it like most people drank water. Heck, it practically was what flowed through his veins. Unfortunately, it was also what drove Toris away. His beloved sunflower gone, all because Ivan couldn’t resist the call of his dark pleasure. . .Posted By Gillian On 05.14.2011 @ 3:13 pm
Gilbert never planned to be a dad. He didn’t feel it would be right with his. . . situation. But when he walked into that hospital after Matthew called, saying that Rhue had given birth, he started thinking that maybe parenthood wouldn’t be so bad after all.Posted By Gillian On 05.08.2011 @ 11:55 am
Matthew thought Gilbert looked very sexy wearing that bandana. Not that he would ever admit it out loud, but he saw no harm in admiring the red cloth tied around his albino /friend’s/ (Friend, yes. Friend. Friend. Friend. That was all they were. Really!) head.
Nope, no harm at all.Posted By Gillian On 05.02.2011 @ 11:25 am
The single fluorescent light bulb hung just above their heads. The light it cast was too bright and made shadows flicker eerily across the cement walls. “Is it true?” One of the men muttered, almost to himself. “Did you really kill somebody?” The other man glanced up once, twice, before answering.
“Y-yes.”Posted By Gillian On 05.01.2011 @ 12:46 pm
You always sang about everything, but you were never very good. You did everything half-assed, you wanted the fame, the girls, the money–not the music. What did that get for you? Nothing. You broke my heart into a million pieces. Music put you there. And you wrote about breaking my heart and everyone else’s hearts and it didn’t even faze you. I guess we’ll never know. Your songs never made sense anyways.Posted By Gillian On 02.13.2011 @ 8:33 pm