Fanfiction, sometimes good and sometimes not so good, gives a weird sort insight into other people's daydreams, the things we wish were real.
Like, the Mary-Sue: being able to enter a situation, and know more than everyone else, and fix everything just by your presence.
Or the fantasty were pain can be magically transferred from on person to another just by holding them, and falling in love.
Or where two people meet, and their souls combine, and they suddenly understand each other perfectly.
Or where your angst is an especially pround and world-shatteri
Most people dream of these things, or we wouldn't see the same types of stories over and over again. It's interesting.
You can read a couple of my fanfictions, here:
http://www.fan
I'm very happy they're bring Naruto to cartoon network- it's been a long time since there was anything classic on.
I've fallen in love with this song, called "Red Dress" even though I've only heard it once. I keep turning on the radio, hoping it'll get played. These are the lyrics, but you have to hear it to get how awesome and athem-y it is.
You've gotta love this place.
Here conformity is king.
They'll wipe that smile right off your face.
Give you a list of songs,
you're allowed to sing.
La-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la
Now you can say what's on your mind,
as long as it's on their minds, too.
'Cause it isn't in their hearts to find
a little room for some other point of view.
La-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la
And anytime I think that I might drown
in all this standard-issue gray,
when I'm feeling small and pushed-around,
I close the door and draw the shades.
I put on my red dress.
I put on my red dress...
can't take my red dress away.
I learned to grit my teeth and smile.
Let 'em think they boxed me in.
Inside I'm still the problem child that I always was,
so I guess I win.
Na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na
And any time I think that I might drown
in all this standard-issue gray,
when I'm feeling small and pushed-around,
I close the door and draw the shades.
I put on my red dress.
I put on my red dress...
can't take my red dress away.
Some of y'all have been there- the fakey-fakeness of a relationship that's really over, but both sides are trying to hang on.
Nobody sees anyone in this town
There’s just silence in our eyes
So don’t say you’ll see me around
When what your really mean is goodbye
I ask what’s happened since you’ve gone
Nothing much is all that you reply
I tell you nothing’s been going on
What we really mean is goodbye
I will let it go
And give up this resistance
I already know
The truth about the distance
I promised that we wouldn’t change
But we both know that’s a lie
Inside of empty greetings exchanged
Is a final and freeing goodbye
So will let it go
And give up this resistance
I already know
The truth about the distance
The truth about the distance is there’s nothing left to fight for
So I’ve got to keep moving on
The truth about the distance is that the connection is gone
So will let it go
On shyness, which I have a lot of around boys:
Bathroom window to the sky
Walking down the halls and I don’t know why
Past the lockers and tabletops
I’m gonna walk until someone tells me to stop
I’m trying to learn how to speak
And building up my hope for another week
So I won’t collapse before second class
Or the moment you look at me
Little window in my heart
Wanna break free, don’t know how to start
Someday I’ll be brave enough
I’ll tell you the reasons why I’m not giving up
Forget the tears, I’m gonna smile
I’m trying not to care
Maybe I am in denial
At least I’m not in despair
I’m gonna to learn how to speak
And build up my hope for another week
So I won’t collapse before second class
Or the moment you look at me