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Somewhere on the cusp of reality and fantasy is another person whom I love with all my heart.
Sure, I accept that he — or she — or they — are imaginary, but it doesn’t stop them from loving them any more. I can feel the softness of their body, the warmth of their skin, the affection. I don’t know if it’s because I’m longing for real connection or if it’s because I like the idea of living in fantasy.

» Posted By Izumi On 12.10.2016 @ 11:37 am


Each new lover is like taking a wet cloth and wiping down a blank slate.
They start out smooth, pristine — cold, yes, but so beautiful that it feels just so right to wipe your hand down their expanse, their flat planes.
But then they get mottled, marked, stained with color or with blood or with whatever you like. Because that’s exactly when you need to pick up the cloth and start anew.

» Posted By Izumi On 01.03.2015 @ 9:33 am


Gold thread, silver thread, she weaves the stars through the sky and leaves midnight silk hovering in thin air.
She is the goddess that breathes words from her frosted lips and he is the mortal that stands on the debased floor and looks up, always worshipping and always devoted.
Their fates weave together like two star crossed lovers, but it’s different because she has never loved him and he never will stop doing so.

» Posted By Izumi On 12.14.2014 @ 2:10 pm


Together forever, we interlock hands and feel our hearts beating together.
Together, we’re the unstoppable duo of the playground.
Together, we hate each other but we really do make a good team.
Together, we lay in the grass and watch the clouds dance by.
Together, there are so many pairs of us.

» Posted By Izumi On 09.17.2012 @ 3:02 pm


They been following a presence, not even a true physical form, for so long.
She thinks she’s gone blind in this darkness. It doesn’t really matter, since there really was nothing worth seeing in this place.
She can feel the chill of terror, the sweetly false beckons of siren-like music, but it all doesn’t matter to her anymore.
There really was nothing to see here.

» Posted By Izumi On 09.16.2012 @ 10:59 am


They were the kings and queens of the school hierarchy.
The ones with the high top sneakers and the low cut tops.
The ones that had their hair perfectly curled and their skateboards lined up in a locker.
The “cool kids.”
Everybody looked at them with some sort of expression. Hatred, jealousy, admiration, fear.
It was a bit of a trivial thing, popularity.

» Posted By Izumi On 07.15.2012 @ 1:07 pm


It’s always slippery, almost like it’s locked, but if one has a firm grasp on it and yanks with all their might, the door slides open.
It’s a quiet, mahogany filled office, almost with the slightest bit of magical charm. There are clocks everywhere – grandfather clocks, mostly, and they ring every hour.
There are also gears, spinning endlessly, the clockwork tower.

» Posted By Izumi On 07.13.2012 @ 11:56 am


All up and down his arm – like a map, marking battle scars, tears lost, fights won.
She relished that worn and torn beauty.
He hated it.
But she loved it anyways, gently caressing the wounds until she cried herself (and him, admittedly) to sleep.
In some sort of sad love story.

» Posted By Izumi On 07.12.2012 @ 6:51 pm


She stood next to him, smiling, proud.
He never looked at her, but took every single word of hers in stride. She never got any thanks, nor did she get any compensation.
But she was just happy enough seeing him smile and be successful.
Of course, until that day when he came to her, asking about a beautiful girl.
What kind of adviser would she be if she betrayed her own heart?

» Posted By Izumi On 07.11.2012 @ 7:46 pm


Here and there, there were questions, criticisms, and worse of all, other people’s opinions flying everywhere in the conference room.
“Shut it!” The captain yelled, slamming his fist on the table. Everybody fell silent.
“We will not be making any comments, insults, or suggestive suggestions in this room as long as I am here!”

» Posted By Izumi On 07.10.2012 @ 12:09 pm


There were rows and rows of wind turbines, spinning their fans off.
This was what she loved most about Denmark. It was a lovely place to relax and vacation, but the wind turbines not only was a symbol of economic and energy progression, they were just simply so modern and so beautiful.
Like plastic flowers lined up on a flat, grassy garden.

» Posted By Izumi On 07.09.2012 @ 11:14 am


Oh my.
I’m a little bit of a Homestuck fan so I was immediately taken aback when I saw this.
I never really understood the idea of a bucket in the web comic, but of course, it’s something hilariously inappropriate and worth snickering about.

» Posted By Izumi On 07.08.2012 @ 3:15 pm


The faded pair of overall lay in my drawer. I hadn’t worn it since elementary school, and by high school, I had forgotten about them.
But they were the last thing from my childhood I could remember. I wasn’t much of a girl back then – I played baseball with my older brother and never really wore skirts, so my overalls were my best friend.
In middle school, I had to wear a uniform, but I couldn’t forget about my favorite piece of clothing.
In high school, they were just a figment of my imagination.

» Posted By Izumi On 07.07.2012 @ 5:26 pm


I believe there’s a science behind everything, even the smallest things that seem to be controlled even by fate itself.
Fate could be a part of science, but it’s something so bizarre and out of the box that nobody would ever bother to think about it.
Science is a difficult word to grasp, because it spans thinking and our faith.

» Posted By Izumi On 07.06.2012 @ 8:16 am


It’s a word that I have mistakenly thought was “modern.”
Modem. I’ve heard that word in Homestuck before – have I?
It’s a little difficult to write about a word that you don’t even know the meaning of.
I’m sure my friend would know. He’s good at computers.

» Posted By Izumi On 07.05.2012 @ 8:42 am


The railroad is made up neat, silvery rods.
Everyone can see them when one looks over the side, but they give everyone a slight sense of vertigo. Is it the fear of being pushed off?
They’re so neat.
And they always disappear, sparkling in the light, as the train rushes into the station.
By that time, they would be forgotten.

» Posted By Izumi On 07.03.2012 @ 8:06 pm


There was a line of them, all in a row. Ilsa flinched as she was pushed along the cement, and thrown into the nearest cell.
“Serves her right for mass murdering all those people,” a police officer chuckled. Ilsa could only glare back. She would find a way out, no matter what.

» Posted By Izumi On 06.22.2011 @ 8:28 am


I stop off at the train station, looking out towards the city.
It’s my city, drenched in midnight, splattered with colored lights. It’s my beautiful city.
But it’s not as delicate as it looks. It’s created from titanium and steel, and leaves everyone breathless.
I turn away from my city, and head back towards the station.

» Posted By Izumi On 06.14.2011 @ 3:47 pm


To go up, off the ground, and rise into the air seems like the stuff of fairy tales.
And yet, many of us despise having to go so high up in the air, flying in crowded airplanes, being afraid of heights, and yet, the bird’s ability to rise up and fly seems so…magical.
What are we…complex humans, or just contradicting ourselves?

» Posted By Izumi On 06.10.2011 @ 12:13 pm


Teachers aren’t just the kind that you meet at school. They aren’t adults either. They can be a dog, a cat, even your best friend. All a teacher is, is someone who respects your learning and will teach you. You can learn all sorts of things, but it doesn’t necessarily have to be in school.

» Posted By Izumi On 06.09.2011 @ 11:38 am


I sit in the corner of my room, watching the sun’s ray travel. They give me little comfort, however, because this room is empty and white. I didn’t want this to happen. They made me do it. And now, I’m trapped here for all eternity.
The sun’s rays turn into moonlight, but I can’t find time to sleep. I’m too distraught…and I want to get out.

» Posted By Izumi On 06.08.2011 @ 2:56 pm


Plaid is probably one of my favorite fabric patterns. It’s classy and nostalgic, and usually, it’s quite fun to play around in…as a school uniform.
Being one who likes anime, plaid is quite popular in my art. It’s also rather pretty when drawn right. All over, it’s a nice fabric.
But really…how is it pronounced?

» Posted By Izumi On 06.05.2011 @ 2:17 pm


I’m not fond of the chalkboard, especially since the creation of the whiteboard. The chalk is hard to get used to, and it’s terribly dusty and no fun to write with.
Also, the board gets rather dirty after a good writing, and it’s hard to clean.
And the sound…oh, how horrid is the sound of fingernails on a chalkboard.

» Posted By Izumi On 06.04.2011 @ 2:36 pm


I hear it on the broken radio; dead and quiet static.
There’s nothing but that running through my head, and I try to block out our heated breaths, and those fake proclamations of love.
It’s only one more time.
I’ll turn off the radio.

» Posted By Izumi On 06.03.2011 @ 1:03 pm


I’ve rode in a limo once in my life – and it was for my cousin’s wedding. I was six back then, and the only thing I can remember was not the vastness of the vehicle, but more so, the fact that there was all kinds of soda brands back there.
A ride that would’ve taken two hours seemed so short.

» Posted By Izumi On 06.02.2011 @ 1:37 pm


My backpack is worn and tattered, filled with books, hard work, laziness, and memories of the best school year that has come yet.
It’s a plain backpack, with no embellishments on it, and no such writing that could distinguish it as mine, except for the torn cloth and the dust.
The year’s almost over, as will be the life of my backpack.

» Posted By Izumi On 06.01.2011 @ 2:55 pm


Video montages are quite interesting. I doubt I’m even using this in the right context, but they feel quite nostalgic, even melancholy at times.
I feel like I’ve missed a lot when I see myself doing things that I don’t even remember. I only remember the fleeting memories.

» Posted By Izumi On 05.31.2011 @ 2:57 pm


I remember a lot of things. Memories are to be remembered, happy ones, sad ones, painful ones.
But the ones that one can never seem to forget are the ones that make you drift off into thought. Maybe the ones that you wish could happen again.
No, the ones that you can never seem to forget are the ones you can never seem to remember.

» Posted By Izumi On 05.30.2011 @ 1:25 pm


Some of the oddest characters from Hetalia Axis Powers have sideburns.
Like…er…Denmark, for example, but they don’t really seem to be noticable since his hair sticks up like that.
And Elvis has them, but I don’t really care about old music. I’m an otaku, y’know?
So yeah. That’s that.

» Posted By Izumi On 05.29.2011 @ 11:13 am


Everyone has a moment when they’re sinking into despair.
However, for me, it feels as every day, my world seems to fade more and more into that monochrome. I can’t feel any emotion anymore after a while.
And so, I stare at the blank ceiling, wishing myself to somehow get out of this black hole. It’s near impossible, I say.

» Posted By Izumi On 05.28.2011 @ 4:42 pm

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