#8-27-16

[-leonwaruiru-]

“Live Colorful” Pt. II // 424

[its123am]

8-27-16 (Saturday)

[highperdontia-blog]

8-27-16

 I looked through some old journals today.

 I’ve been partial to keeping them since I started middle school, though I don’t update them much. It’s easier online now. I don’t have to carry any books or pens around when I can whip out my phone and journal at a moment’s notice. I discovered some interesting things about my development, though. Contrary to my past recollection I have not been emotionally distant like this forever. To some degree it seems like I’ve been a bit disconnected and kinda off for a long, long time. But not to the extent that I am now. I used to have much stronger reactions to events in my life. Towards the beginning they looked practically normal. A badly written cliche sort of normal, probably with a little more melodrama and apathy than most highschooler’s journals, but it was barely comparable to my lack of emotional depth these days, regardless of my increase of articulation. Even my journal entries from last year came from a practically unrecognizably different person.

 Most notably though, I picked up on an interesting pattern. The vibrancy of my writing and moods always calmed down after strongly negative or otherwise traumatic events that I’d written about. Almost like each one was another step down the apathy staircase. It felt a bit like they’d snapped me out of something. Every new “calm” entry was spoken like a revelation of sorts had taken place, like I’d connected with something inside of myself and the outside world mattered less. I also took note of clear bipolar symptoms dating back years ago that I’d never picked up on before now; alternating entries with strikingly different updates on my motivation and productivity levels, and my confusion and frustration with the inconsistency. Makes me wonder what sorts of things I’ll recognize looking back on these entries in the future.

[gottalovelestat]

All About That Hair...

Continued

He raised a blond brow, “Oui, that I have but that is in the past. I do not look at the superficial when I kill now.” He flashes a bit of fang as he grins. “Lulu what an unusual name. Are you of French decent?” He asks politely.

He shrugs, “You can call me Lestat. I am not about formality.” He said easily watching the redhead. “What brings you to the Auvergne?”  He says curiously. There were lots of young ones here now. They all knew not to kill in this region it was off limits.

@lululafayette

[gottalovelestat]

The Little Drink

Continued

Lestat smiled no longer bored. His eyes gazed over her frame..very pretty he thought to himself. “Non, cheri I do not need a refill.” He stated looking at his near full mug. He just had to drink for show. Vampires did not drink alcohol. “Thank you for the offer.” He said as she sat down. “But please order whatever you wish I will pick up your tab.” He offered the woman.

@pantslessoptimism

[gottalovelestat]

Sweet Little Lies

 Continued

“I know the lies you told me about Nicolas. He is still alive.” Lestat sneered feeling self righteous. “Why would you and Eleni concoct lies?” He asked. “I thought after the concert things were different. We were competitive but at least beyond lying about important things.” His eyes were hard steel as he peered into the amber eyes.

@auburnandamberangel

[gottalovelestat]

Two Stars Don’t Make Heaven

Continued

Lestat stood in the back looking quite bored. He decided he would stay for the first act then leave to stalk the serial killer he had been following lately. Tonight he thought he would eat well. Lestat leaned against the back wall listening to some mortal prattle on about finding good help in the city. He rolled his eyes as he listened to her drone on. Finally the 5 minute mark came until the show was to start. He excused himself so he could take his seat to watch the first act. @covenmasterarmand

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