Again.
Crossback To the same intersection, The same treeline, The same place.
Again.
Probably Only a matter of time, Matter of perspective, Matter of age.
Again.
Eventually There is movement, There is growth, There is love.
(Again.)

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Again.
Crossback To the same intersection, The same treeline, The same place.
Again.
Probably Only a matter of time, Matter of perspective, Matter of age.
Again.
Eventually There is movement, There is growth, There is love.
(Again.)
Chapter Two: The Book Is Concieved
I just had the best fucking idea for how to write the book about my childhood everyone keeps telling me I need to: Instead of sitting back in a chair and musing over my life's events and writing it down when I'm hopefully 50 or younger, I will gather up all my online blog posts (micro, mini, regular, essay, gallery, and otherwise) and put them in a book, chronologically, with footnotes. In the footnotes at the end of the book, I would remark on things I had overcome, learned, failed at, forgot to do, whatever. Kind of like a BuzzFeed "20 things Claire said they would do and didn't". I will then publish this to look like a Kindle, and feature the footnotes section as a webpage on the Kindle. Then, every rant, every musing, every boring wanky essay, every little blip of voice that I know i need to project but don't know if I'm allowed to will be work towards my Art Project and motherfuckers can't judge my choices from the tip shop until it's done.
It is, after all, not necessary to fly right into the middle of the sun, but it is necessary to crawl to a clean little spot on earth where the sun sometimes shines and one can warm oneself a little.
http://www.brainpickings.org/2015/03/05/franz-kafka-letter-father/
I should title my work more
While attempting to find my desk under the piles of paper and magazines this afternoon, I picked up a little pocket-notebook which I recognised as the same one I took in my purse when I visited my family for christmas.
First page was just a messy sketch of some trees and a fence, with "it rained that morning" scribbled underneath. Following were four separate writings, the latter two I remember writing, and the second has left me totally confused.
1
I used to sit and write in notebooks like this and love every second. Now it's not arty enough. Not real enough. Not big enough.
2
When we meet at the point where two worlds join, several moments and then you're gone, I wonder if you see me too. I don't know your name, and you know mine, yet I'm the one with the knowing smile.
3
The sun calls her children As the sun sees fit. And they embrace whole-heartedly Their death in her pit.
4
A series of unexplainable events led to my arriving here. The most noteable being the gunshot.
I hate these things, but I like you littleredwritingwoods, so here you go.
Name: Claire, Radioactive, Kitten.
Nicknames: don’t really have any.
Birthday: March 10. Autumn baby! \o/
Gender: no such thing.
Sexual Orientation: kinky and/or rough.
Favourite colours: purple.
Time and date at current moment: 0933, December something. I think it’s the 5th. It’s a Saturday I’m almost certain.
Average hours of sleep: probably 8 if my neighbours or back are willing.
Lucky number: I like 9 but I ripped my toenail out on my 9th birthday so idk.
Last thing I googled: probably porn.
First word that comes to mind: cake.
One place that makes me happy: my house when I’ve cleaned it.
How many blankets I sleep under: doona and sheet generally.
Fictional Character: not quite sure what this question means. First one that comes to mind? “hobbit”. Specifically Frodo .
Books/Anime/TV Show:
Books - I will generally read anything, providing I care about the characters quickly and the plot doesn’t meander. I really love Lovecraft and H G Wells.
Anime - new to anime. I’ve only finished watching Fullmetal Alchemist, the one made before the manga was finished. Adored it.
Tv show - used to love Doctor Who, haven’t watched since Tennant left (not by choice). Legally Brown and Black Comedy are amazing. Adored Please Like Me. Mad As Hell. Futurama. Stuff like that.
Last movie I’ve seen in cinemas: Pride (the gay one).
Dream holiday: don’t have one but would love to travel everywhere.
Dream Wedding: weddings are evil.
Dream Job: [starts singing I Don’t Want A Job (Something Corporate)] I would like to work in a library before I die.
don’t really know anyone on Tumblr to tag sorry.
I would much rather make art to tape to the walls.
I would much rather lie naked stretched out on the floor.
I would much rather the world could stop with the needing me.
I would much rather to not have to try anymore.
But lying under my table my back starts to hurt me.
But when all alone I feel rather lonely.
But my art grows stale if no one else sees it.
But if I stop trying, I won't live at all.
I See Families on TV and Cry
**[TW: physical abuse & child abuse in general. Nothing graphic.]** My mother never loved me, And though I know that isn't true, She let my father hit me, Which a mother shouldn't do. My father had a temper, So big it changed his face From chubby whiskered smiling, To seething growling hate. My brothers all had bruises, We'd compare them in the bath, The more the blue & black The louder we would laugh. My sisters' eyes are haunted - They lack that childish spark - But what would you expect When life is such a lark. My childhood's a fog Of shouts & fears & hurts, But still all I can wonder: Did I get what I deserve?
Apparently my Tumblr is 2 years old today. Awww widdle baby wif it's 2 widdle candles. :3 Now for the Terrible Twos. 😈