#his journal

[redbrokenwhistle]

This book has no narrator. This man's journals have been deemed too inhospitable to the soul.

The water is up to my knees now. I'm sorry for the sloppy writing, you'll know what has happened to the paper once you see this, but for my pencil, it's started to rot. I am so happy to know you're with someone new. I miss you so much. There is so much darkness down here, it just takes up everything. I become scared sometimes when I think i see you, because I know youre not supposed, and what I see looks so much like you.

[heathcliffmark-mh]

Ahuh..

- She read the poem that Thatcher made. -

[Mark kept petting Buddi, he put down his journal that he had brought with him]

[officermaddie23]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/23 Fandom: EverQuest Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Dr Nanl Lilypad Series: Part 3 of Skyshrine Royal guard files Summary:

These are some of things Nanl has worked on in his study of magic. Many of them have to do with golems

[consider-things-done]

There upon slightly smoothed out, kept parchment, yellowed with age or by creation, rested words strung about a page with a fine penmanship that rivaled that of many, if not most. Simple and flowing, the thoughts are expounded upon the flesh that seethed with a darkened ink that smelt of iron chips, split coal and flecks of boiled, coarse blood. “Her eyes are cut like emeralds, glinting in the fading twilight. Her breath speaks of honey and sweetness that entice me to act and perceive. The flowing tendrils and blackened silk upon her lofty-held crown framed the porcelain that lie within, yet it was not delicate or breakable, but strong and resound. Her lips turn upwards into a crescent, like the bent spine of a unbound bow eager to be strung and released with a bolt of word or two. I see deeper than the average eye that turns. My gaze is unyielding and true. And so is she.”

[rt-closetcryptic]

Old and stained. Something I can never regain. No matter how hard I try Or for how long I cry. I care for it with all my heart As I wish it will never be taired apart. An old journal is what you see, But it hold my precious memories. Every letter that you read I had hand wrote to the best of my capability. As you read you will wounder why I am so alone? Well you see that old journal is the last thing I own. The very last thing I can refure to or call "home."

[fullhomo-aff-blog]

Story Update!: His Journal Chapter 4: Bed Head .

Hyunjoon wakes up to a surprise.

His Journal by fullhomo on Asianfanfics

Park Hyunjoon is your typical shy teenager, with your typical high school crush on the school's most popular boy. But what happens when the school's most popular boy finds Hyunjoons deepest and darkest secrets?

Yes!!!! I finally fucking updated! Thank you for being patient annd enjoy this fluffy chapter!

[rylindal-blog]

3. Do I Dare?

I’ve come so close to telling her everything. Last night, she fell asleep in my cabin, next to me, holding my hand. I saw so much in her gaze when she looked at me. A promise of…something that I don’t dare put into words, even on paper.

Is it even right of me to hope? Is it right of me to feel this deeply for her? I don’t know what I’m doing or if what I’m feeling is love. Is it too soon? Is it too late? I feel a sort of dislike for this man…nay, the men who throw themselves at her expecting her to somehow fix them. To fulfill them in some way…

That’s not love. It is an attempt to bandage what is wrong with them with the idea of love. That somehow, a relationship will ‘fix’ them. Damn it! I hate this feeling. This anger.

But they dare… They dare to try and use her. Can they not be content with knowing her, with being her friend? If they don’t get their way, will they fade away and leave her to bleed her feelings out? If so, I do not think I could hold back my scorn.

I have a feeling that she knows exactly how I feel. If she knows, will she banish me? It sets my heart racing with terror. I have to do better to hide it. She’ll send me away and I don’t think I could bear that.

@feythril 

[rylindal-blog]

2. Sometimes

Sometimes you meet a person who you just know will have an indelible impact on your life. This person can accept you for all your eccentricities and your confusing background and be completely comfortable asking curious questions.

I had thought that my father, Jayyson and Lady Quel’loras would be the only real friends I’d have for awhile, but I was proven wrong. I met a lovely woman by the name of Feythril. She’s been through something terrible and as is becoming normal for me, I started spouting off wisdom like I’ve lived the experience before. Wait, wait, wait.

Miss Feythril has inspired me to try and not be so hard on myself. I –have- been through things and I shouldn’t let other people’s opinions dictate how I conduct myself. Anyways…I hope I’ve helped her a bit. She was just so sad that I think I tried to make her smile as much as possible. I even got her to get some sleep.

I’m quite excited to see where our friendship takes us. I do know that it will be taking us to Pandaria and Northrend because I’ve assigned myself a cleaner of messes and organizer of books. Miss Feythril seems to like the idea of having help to do this. She places great emotional value to her possessions and I don’t blame her there. I still have the pen that Koranna gave me when I wasn’t speaking. Its magic has long since fled; I don’t know if the portal’s unstable magic messed with it, but it’s the memories attached to it that are important.

Anyways, I’m late for my second jog for the day. I feel so restless right now.

@feythril @writingjustforgiggles