Black & white.
Last night I came home with the smell of a girl’s hair on my sleeves. She had been resting her head on them. She had been curling into them. I fell asleep with her, and it was pretty right, and I like being there for someone. What I mean is, I like it not being selfish, I like it being for no other reason than that I love her. Things can be that simple.
Love is pretty awesome at times. But don’t let it hurt you.
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some girl! don’t demean me in that way. i am High Empress of Infinite Shame and Confusion. but you’re right. things can be that simple. only sometimes. only rarely. i have decided that the hugest difference between us is that you see black and white, you like blackandwhite, and i like shades of grey. actually, i prefer shades of silver. but i’ll take what i can get.
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RYN: I use Final Draft and Screenwriter. They’re both about the same. The other question is harder. Sometimes I think I’m good, sometimes I think I’m a fraud. It changes like the weather. The trick is to keep writing no matter what you think of yourself. I find it’s hardest to write when you think you’re good.
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I’m a sleep sucker. Too. Sounds grand Jon.:)
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