Inari
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- -
- Age
- 36
- Gender
- Female
- Location
- Wales
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About
Part I.
I'm a writer.
That's probably the only part of me that will ever make sense. It's pretty much the only thing that makes me smile as wildly as my first crush did way back whenever.
I love watching the characters in my head being breathed into life, seeing them interact with one another and sitting back as they develop inside their own plotlines. There's nothing more beautiful than that.
I have a strange fascination with words. I just love the way they feel against my lips (better than kisses), how much meaning they carry with them and how they can resound in your head hours after they've been murmured, developing into something more with every milisecond that goes by.
I feel about writing like others feel about music. Writing to me is that memory-cluttered summer when you couldn't stop laughing, that threadbare teddy you've had since birth which makes everything all right when you reach for it, that splash of rain on your face just when your mind needed to be washed clean.
It's more than every breath I take. It's like its poised at every nerve-ending and tingles with the slightest touch of inspiration. It's like, when I'm sleeping, my dreams aren't in picture - they're in novels.
I have dreams illusions of doing it professionally one day. While some people want to see their names in lights, I long to see mine in print.
Find me here.
Part II.
I'm a dreamer. It fills up every spare second I'm not spending on life, even some I probably shouldn't have wasted but did anyway - just for the joy of it.
I love envisioning a new way of living, the possibilities I'll probably never create when my cautious fear holds me back. But, for that split second my imagination ignites into life, they're real, they play out in techni-colour and they're mine.
I also love people watching. I love seeing how they interact with the world around them and how they let it interact with them. I sit and piece together stories about their lives; what they do, what they're thinking the second my eyes focus on them, the significance of the person sat next to them. I paint frames around the pictures they provide me with.
I'm attracted to the worst possible train-wreck personalities. I love feeling that I'm not the only one whose head sometimes feel ten sizes too small for their thoughts, whose emotions go from ecstatic to depressed in ten seconds flat, whose life sometimes feels like shards on the bathroom floor.
I love to make believe that I can be the one to fix them.
Part III.
I'm a subtle activist; a strange breed, I know.
I don't carry around placards and shout slogans with every exhale, I don't fill my lungs with screams for anarchy. Most people who do don't even know what anarchy means. They only realise that it passed from the lips of the Sex Pistols so, by that definition, it must be cool.
Put down the flame throwers and look it up.
Fight with your mind and not with second-hand opinions.
I carry around my beliefs next to the heart on my sleeve.
I'm anti-war. No matter who validates it, to me, it still counts as murder. It just means that there's blood on paperwork too, not just lining someone's palms.
I'm against all forms of animal cruelty, be it through animal testing or through the fashion industry. Pass it off as them being lower down in the food chain, explain it as us having an innate carnivorous drive, but we were also given a thinking mind. Surely we should really exercise it and do what's right.
I don't believe in violence to solve anything. Aggression just undermines everything you're striving to achieve and probably serves to prove everything the opposition is saying about you. I believe in peaceful ways of putting opinions across. It may take time but it's worth it in the end.
I hate the fact that "emo" has suddenly become a valid insult to throw at someone who happens to fit two stereotypes from a checklist. It's petty and pathetic. It's only a subculture just like " punk " and " goth " is and means so much to those that follow it; it's probably saved them from the demons inside their heads and showed them that there are people out there just like them who can help. This kind of treatment just shows the irony of society; everyone hates being labelled but throw them around anyway to protect their shattered egos.
I'm a writer.
That's probably the only part of me that will ever make sense. It's pretty much the only thing that makes me smile as wildly as my first crush did way back whenever.
I love watching the characters in my head being breathed into life, seeing them interact with one another and sitting back as they develop inside their own plotlines. There's nothing more beautiful than that.
I have a strange fascination with words. I just love the way they feel against my lips (better than kisses), how much meaning they carry with them and how they can resound in your head hours after they've been murmured, developing into something more with every milisecond that goes by.
I feel about writing like others feel about music. Writing to me is that memory-cluttered summer when you couldn't stop laughing, that threadbare teddy you've had since birth which makes everything all right when you reach for it, that splash of rain on your face just when your mind needed to be washed clean.
It's more than every breath I take. It's like its poised at every nerve-ending and tingles with the slightest touch of inspiration. It's like, when I'm sleeping, my dreams aren't in picture - they're in novels.
I have dreams illusions of doing it professionally one day. While some people want to see their names in lights, I long to see mine in print.
Find me here.
Part II.
I'm a dreamer. It fills up every spare second I'm not spending on life, even some I probably shouldn't have wasted but did anyway - just for the joy of it.
I love envisioning a new way of living, the possibilities I'll probably never create when my cautious fear holds me back. But, for that split second my imagination ignites into life, they're real, they play out in techni-colour and they're mine.
I also love people watching. I love seeing how they interact with the world around them and how they let it interact with them. I sit and piece together stories about their lives; what they do, what they're thinking the second my eyes focus on them, the significance of the person sat next to them. I paint frames around the pictures they provide me with.
I'm attracted to the worst possible train-wreck personalities. I love feeling that I'm not the only one whose head sometimes feel ten sizes too small for their thoughts, whose emotions go from ecstatic to depressed in ten seconds flat, whose life sometimes feels like shards on the bathroom floor.
I love to make believe that I can be the one to fix them.
Part III.
I'm a subtle activist; a strange breed, I know.
I don't carry around placards and shout slogans with every exhale, I don't fill my lungs with screams for anarchy. Most people who do don't even know what anarchy means. They only realise that it passed from the lips of the Sex Pistols so, by that definition, it must be cool.
Put down the flame throwers and look it up.
Fight with your mind and not with second-hand opinions.
I carry around my beliefs next to the heart on my sleeve.
I'm anti-war. No matter who validates it, to me, it still counts as murder. It just means that there's blood on paperwork too, not just lining someone's palms.
I'm against all forms of animal cruelty, be it through animal testing or through the fashion industry. Pass it off as them being lower down in the food chain, explain it as us having an innate carnivorous drive, but we were also given a thinking mind. Surely we should really exercise it and do what's right.
I don't believe in violence to solve anything. Aggression just undermines everything you're striving to achieve and probably serves to prove everything the opposition is saying about you. I believe in peaceful ways of putting opinions across. It may take time but it's worth it in the end.
I hate the fact that "emo" has suddenly become a valid insult to throw at someone who happens to fit two stereotypes from a checklist. It's petty and pathetic. It's only a subculture just like " punk " and " goth " is and means so much to those that follow it; it's probably saved them from the demons inside their heads and showed them that there are people out there just like them who can help. This kind of treatment just shows the irony of society; everyone hates being labelled but throw them around anyway to protect their shattered egos.
I miss you so much that it hurts. *sigh*
Taz and Eli miss you too...and we also have a new addition (another small puppy-like creature named Barley to keep us busy) and he loves you and misses you too! I'll send you some pictures and an update about what's going on soon! xx
iATEjimmysWORLD, August 27th, 2007 at 04:18:12am
I'd personally love a double you. :D
Hm. I don't know about the paintings. Maybe. About 2 weeks after completing something, I start to hate it. I don't think I'll be uploading anything sooon. But maybe one day, I'll upload a whole bunch of stuff at once. I like it better that way.
I guess anything can blend. :)
*puffs out cheeks*
-V.
11th Street Kid, August 23rd, 2007 at 01:34:28pm
Don't be silly. Your writing seems to just get prettier and prettier.
Ol' Blue Eyes., August 17th, 2007 at 06:48:00pm
I keep meaning to note you, but I'm always distracted. I miss you terribly, lovely.
And your writing just gets better and better. It puts me to shame.
Ol' Blue Eyes., August 15th, 2007 at 09:01:37pm
Hey hey. :)
Been reading your works again. I can't get to sleep. .. again. It's a little strange talking to you through dA and here. But it's all good. It's like talking to a double-Inari. Lucky me! :D I've been toodling off to Fabric Land and painting at home. And just lazing around too because I can be soo lethargic. But it's great that it's summer and I'm away from school for a while.
And what have you been up to?
11th Street Kid, August 14th, 2007 at 04:22:35am
I wish I could be as -deep- about my profile as you are.
I can't ever word things like you.
I MISSSSS YOUUUUUUU.
davey jones., August 5th, 2007 at 12:05:28am
"Hey honey!
I'm so sorry I never replied to your comment sooner. I'm sucking at keeping in contact with people recently. I'm doing good.
How are you?
xo"
I think the finger should be pointed at me for not replying so soon. I'm alright. :)
11th Street Kid, August 3rd, 2007 at 01:37:17am
sure hun, its,
mcr_is_love@hotmail.com
hope to hear from you soon!
xoxo
_maybe_someone_loves_me_, July 23rd, 2007 at 10:43:07pm
*hugs back* sorry i haven't been on lately...i'm mostly on gsb's new story site.. where the stories got transfered? that and i have to babysit for money it stinks *literally* but oh well.... what's up, ???
xoxo
_maybe_someone_loves_me_, July 22nd, 2007 at 04:17:45pm
Hi!
I bet you don't remember me.
I used to comment your journals on the old GSB
back in September.
I was always
Moo © [LovesBlue.]
Or whatever.
._.
BUT HI.
<3.
babywewon'teverdie., July 14th, 2007 at 10:24:24am
It's wait_what.
I just wanted to say that I'll miss you... being banned and everything. Keep up on your writing. It's amazing. :D
Here's what's going on: http://www.freewebs.com/clickyhereee/ind ex.htm
lovemeorhateme, July 10th, 2007 at 06:19:51am
I miss you, gorgeous! I hope you're well ;)
iATEjimmysWORLD, July 1st, 2007 at 06:02:03pm
Taz and I are going to miss you while we're away :(
I love you! xxx
iATEjimmysWORLD, June 25th, 2007 at 09:02:49pm
I'm alright. Just the sh*t
we talk about on msn
yesterday.
I have a doctors appointment today
because of my sleeping issues and sh*t.
The last one didn't go so well.
I hope this one goes better.
xoxo.
My Chemical Romance!, June 12th, 2007 at 06:40:20am
I miss you, darling.
Ol' Blue Eyes., June 11th, 2007 at 10:41:24pm