to those of you who are still watching this account:
holy craaaaap, DLD. I was NOT expecting that.
to all who favorited and commented, thank you so much. that piece is a personal favorite, so the recognition means a ton.

and stuff. thank you thank you thank you.

[link]
the featured piece.

~shebledgreenink
the new account. that's still my main base of operations, but since the feature was on this account I had to thank you here as well as there.

I'm moving.
done with this inbetween junk.
~shebledgreenink

I'll still be on every now and then.
leaving my fan works up for people to enjoy, but I want to get away from them.
it's funny how so many people seem to join deviantart in a phase and either leave or move once they grow out of it. I admit, I did it for the animeeez, but it's different now.
Iloveyou!

the play is done.
well, my required creative effort is done. all that's left is to get the music together and tie up loose ends.
despite the dull, monotone typing, I'm actually quite excited. for all the worrying I did about it, I actually didn't spend much time per day working. now that I'm not worrying, I feel like my time is all going to waste.

finished Stargirl, finally. I thought the ending was bullshit. not the end where he doesn't go to the dance, the end after that. hoping the sequel will be less disappointing, although I've heard mixed reviews.

maybe I'm also flying into love? that's stupid. I couldn't. I can't. not yet. more time, more time. I'll fly in time.

I miss the stories I wrote when I was with Ocean Eyes. I wrote the most amazing stories then. now I'm lucky if I write at all.

edit: speaking of Ocean Eyes. the construction on the place we shared has been done for a while now. everything we loved is gone. our place is gone, his peaceful place might as well be gone, the entire building has been taken over. sometimes I really think the building is trying to give me closure. I don't know if I ever got much. I miss it, I miss the dirty tiles and the wall that no one graffitied except us. the wall has been torn down, replaced with empty space where some bank executive built his office. sometimes I want to break his door open and just stare out the windows at the bus station across the street, like we used to. I want to wait for winter and watch snow fall outside those windows, like we used to. I want to watch the snow fall and listen to my head telling me what he told me back in February, when he tried to create a sweet and romantic moment and I giggled and said "you have six eyes."
did you know, Ocean Eyes, that I never thank bus drivers on the 90 anymore, because of you? I wish I didn't have to hate you, because we could have any kind of love in the world if only we hadn't chosen hate instead.
hahaha, if I'm lucky, I'll be able to write something on this.

circle me and the needle moves gracefully back and forth;
if my heart was a compass, you'd be north.
risk it all 'cause I'll catch you if you fall;
wherever you go,
if my heart was a house, you'd be home.


back.
and surprisingly not drowning in messages.
today I bought Stargirl and got halfway through before my headache was too bad and I had to sleep for a few hours.
I guess most people would think Stargirl is some kind of fantasy character.
my yellow rose thinks Stargirl is her.
I think Stargirl is me.
really, Stargirl is anyone who has ever dared to live inside a dream.

I am bursting with pictures, but no faces to tie them together.
that will hopefully change soon.

edit:
chlorine faded away most of my red hair. now it is reddish brown instead of brownish red. damnit.

some kind of stupid infatuation with some kid with a soul drowned in alcohol and saltwater. if the stories are true then I should leave.
(I'm out to prove everyone else is wrong and I am right.)


Satori starts tomorrow. NOBODY POST ANYTHING UNTIL I GET BACK.

I dyed my hair red on Wednesday, and I love it. pictures pictures pictures in a minute.

I got Owl City's new album, Ocean Eyes, last night. it makes me happier than anything else I've ever heard. GO GO GO GO GO GO GO GO GO LISTEN TO SOMETHING FROM IT.

because

as many times as I blink,
that's how many times I'll think of you tonight.