#cully posts

[notsocommonloon]

Awright, time for a bit o' work, lovies. Ol' Cully's not entirely so lazy, so he's not. Listen closely. I've got only one thing ta say about all this rubbish, eh? It's all so much more simple than 'ee think it. Existence, I mean. It's simple. So very, 'ery simple. Do 'ee see? Feel? Touch or taste things? 'Ow about, do 'ee just know? See, it's not even that complicated, so it's not. It is the experience of things that mean ye not just nothing. If life weren't so simple, try this. How about ignoring it for once? Let ol' Cully know how that'll work out for yeh. Just ignore how you're alive, how 'ee can feel an' think for 'eeself. Lot harder than it looks, lovie, so it is. Might be easier ta die than it is ta live, but it's damn hard not ter do either.

[notsocommonloon]

Apparently

I have me own little place 'ere to post idle babble. Because apparently Lee's said I'm a bit loud. I've no idea wut she expects me to post, but 'ey.

[adandylee]

Entertainment

By Rise Against. This song speaks to me of several characters. Ugh, I need to go lay down now. All we are is entertainment Caught up in our own derangement Tell us what to say and what to do All we are are pretty faces Picture perfect bottled rage Packaged synthesized versions of you We've all made petty fortunes but we can't afford a life Confined to pull-out quotes and hotel rooms They all scream California and its toppling empire But can't you see the end is coming soon Come one come all the new sensation Guarantees then obligations Spotlights follow every single move Basking here on ten foot stages Pouty lips and oh so jaded All as if we have something to prove Despite these petty fortunes we still can't afford a life Confined to pull-out quotes and hotel rooms They all scream California and its toppling empire But can't you see the end is here And if we cared at all About this unknown plight Then we'd do something more To finally make this right Is this only entertainment Pull the curtains, places please We've learned to sing and dance and cry on cue But this is more than entertainment In a world so sick with pain This is the only thing that's real or true We've all made petty fortunes but we can't afford a life Confined to pull-out quotes and hotel rooms They all scream bloody murder over graves already dug But can't you see the end

[adandylee]

Because I want to remind those responsible for this little vessel of FEELS.

HAVE SOME FEELS.

I'm in a hateful mood.

AHAHAH.

...It backfired. I am now sad. ;_;

[adandylee]

Ugh. Someone just make the feels stop. Now I'm writing more for Cully's escape from London and...oh fuck if I know. This character gets progressively more complicated the more I delve into him. Not to mention, his situation is disturbing to think about.

[adandylee]

Under Stars

Tabby: "You know, I think we have a lot more in common than you think. We're both lonely people. I mean...that's why I'm out here in this field, right? It's how I feel right now. Alone, in a field, staring at the stars, hearing everyone laugh and talk and go on with their lives. It's nice, I don't mean that it isn't... But it doesn't change the fact that, well, I feel like..."

Cul: "Like you're in two places at once, and stretched too thin in the middle."

Tabby: "Yeah. That. If it makes any fucking sense, right?"

Cul: *nods and sits down next to her* "No, no, I think it makes a lot of sense, really."