savster
The snow clouds covered the sky. A deep, dark contrast to the white that had already covered the ground. An electricity filled the air as we waited with bated breath for the next snow to fall.
When I was younger magazines fascinated me. Especially ones where you would learn all of the random "facts" about celebrities. Now as I pick one up, and idly flick through it I may speculate on an outfit, but that is all; they're boring.
I want sooo many things. There are a million- hundreds of millions of things that I can name that I want. But I want them needlessly, and every day when I go over what I want - what I would spend my lottery winnings on (haha) I realise it's all shit. I have everything I NEED.
I read a lot of 'texts', and I mean that in regards to the short messages I receive to my phone and the varying range of texts I read to university. Very little of either actually interests me, however.
Assaults, hmm. What a strange word... I see it as more of a verb. But who are we assaulting? Who deserve that? An assault is never a good thing, even if you think someone deserves it even if it is "just" a verbal assault.
A puncture can deflate things, make them smaller- sometimes it can make things pop. But you cover the puncture and build it back up again. We get punctures, they just need to be fixed.