#entry 46

[mouthsfullofsharpteeth]

"hey jay, forgot your flashlight."

[tired-enby-thats-obsessed]

Have we considered that maybe it wasn't Tim that doomed them to The Operator, but instead The Operator just really likes standing behind Alex and that's why this happens in every timeline.

[butteronpancakes]

 Babe wake up new operator merch dropped

[grow1ng-gurl]

Entry #46

It’s day 132, and I’m 25 feet and 1 inch tall. Growing a foot in three days is nice, though I miss when I grew more.

Speaking of which, apparently me and my ass are so big that animals are mistaking it for a hill. Sometimes I wake up to a deer that fell asleep on me. Of course, I kill it and hand it over to my servants to cook for me. It can feed me for 2 and a half days, though that amount of time will probably shrink as I get bigger. Oh, I can’t wait until a deer’s not enough to satisfy myself for a day. I’m gonna eat everything.

Ooh, and maybe everyone

[merrickisms-archived]

chat im down bad

[diary-of-a-people-pleaser]

Entry 46, 3-3-21

“Bro I hate school so much

I don’t have time to do anything myself

I work at school

Then I go home and work

And then I just sorta shower and go to bed

I usually sleep a while and don’t wake up in time to do my own things for long

Then I go to school again

And it sucks

And even during the weekend I have to worry and do work

And this weekend dad’s making me take my learners test

So I have to stress about that

This is all BS

I want to take out my anger on something

Or myself idk”

-a series of texts from me to ███ today. I deleted them before █ saw them.

[irelia-ad]

Title In Question

(OC: Date [24-08-2016] Day[Wednesday])

Dear diary…

Another tiring day. At the magisters request I went into battle without a helmet. It did improve my peripheral vision but it obviously left my head vulnerable. I still need to give me feedback to the Magister. We were forced to retreat by the end. It was a losing battle. The Magister sent us back whilst he destroyed the demon in charge. He came back wounded and smelly.

He needed something to wear. So he asked me. I was happy to oblige but I did warn him that my clothing might not fit. Much to my amusement he barely fit inside what he chose to wear. And seeing him in a dress was also slightly amusing. One of the trolls got water for him to clean in even after he expressed his distaste for help. At first I was expecting him to reject it. But to my joy he didn’t. He accepted the help even though he hates help. Maybe I can help him after all.

Later on, the demon hunter Varo’edis arrived at the base. It didn’t take long before his attention was focused on me. First it started out as insults before he tried to break my neck. I tried to fight him off. I was the only one who tried. His grip getting ever so tighter as he tried to bully me into fearing him. I do not fear those who should be my ally. I do not fear demons either. I fear what they could do if we fail, but I do not fear them. I hate them. I will kill them all if I could. There was nothing I liked about this thing of a man before me. Part demon and the only parts of elf I could see repulsed me. Taryane tried to get me to apologize. And everyone seems to like reminding me that I deserve everything that he does to me. Apparently him nearly taking my life was not enough. And he does not care for my apology. He does not forgive. He would love nothing more than to bleed me out slowly. My words mean nothing to him. I only apologized because Taryane reminded me of her father and how my past actions were an insult to him to. I have no quarrel with the hunters. I respect what they do and all they have given up to do what they do. So I apologized for insulting that. And yes, I was sorry to Varo to. I meant everything I said in my apology. But I still hate the… hunter.

I had two options tonight. Defend myself or stand there and risk death. I chose to defend myself because I tire of this outsider showing up and treating me like dirt. I am not his punching bag and I will not be bullied just because he is more powerful than me. I will stand up for myself. And what example did him being allowed to get away with it set? This happened in front of the entire warband. To those who do not know the hunter, this would have looked like a random attack against a member of the warband and nothing was done. Yes. Ara’ni told him to stop, and I think she made moved to physically stop him before I passed out. But he cares not for what she has to say or what she does. He wants me dead and he can take this if he so wished.

I thought what I did was right. I stood up and defended myself from unjust attack. Yes I insulted him. But he then nearly killed me for it. I will not allow myself to be his victim. My position is now in question. I will need to find the Magister and ask for his guidance. Because if I saw this happen to a member I would not allow it.

Tomorrow I shall need to seek out Sylvarys for his guidance. For now I must rest.

Yours faithfully

Irelia Dawn Bringer

[readingoncloud-nine]

Tales of a Bookworm; Entry #46

milk and honey

By Rupi Kaur

             A good friend of mine recently got me interested in poetry, both spoken word and written. I had also heard good things about Kaur’s book. I’m not going to lie, Kaur’s aesthetic hooked me. She made an explicit choice to not use capital letters, but kept the importance of punctuation. Not to mention, Kaur’s unique and beautiful artwork inspires me.

           As a student in Canada, each year of high school in English class, we had a unit on poetry. However, it wasn’t until I took Creative Writing in Gr. 12 that we analyzed and dissected modern poetry and free verse, as well as slam poetry. I believe to write poetry is a talent, and Kaur has the skill because she makes it look so effortless - something I envy about her.

           milk and honey is unique because you can read it as a complete story from start to finish. Kaur’s story is one in four parts: the hurting, the loving, the breaking, and the healing. But perhaps the best part about poetry is that you don’t have to read it in any particular order to appreciate it. I used to believe that song lyrics were the only written art that could resonate with me, but now, I’ve discovered poetry. The author will have their own reason for writing and creating the piece, and it will resonate with me in one way, and someone else (with a different life experience from me) in a different way, but everyone involved will appreciate it for their own reasons.

           Poetry is great because, like music, I can experience it objectively and subjectively. I can understand a poem for its message and appreciate the work of the author. Then, there are those poems that I relate to, and find my own meaning for, and those poems I will hold close to help me better understand the human experience.

           Kaur writes her story without holding back, it is raw and fresh, and maybe that is why I enjoy it so much. The final part of her book, the healing, will leave any aspiring artist, male or female, with the itch to create something - poetry or otherwise. I know I couldn’t have picked a more perfect book than milk and honey to introduce me to the world of modern poetry.

 *disclaimer: perhaps I am so in awe of Kaur’s work because I don’t fully understand it. I’m not a poet, and I hope to fix that one day. But one day is not today, rather it is someday far, far away. For now milk and honey will remain as a work of art in my mind*