Perfect Simplicity

It’s going to be an AudreyxOnce-ler fiction but one of them is a time lord that was stuck in a different dimension.

How many of you would actually read it?

Norma looked outside towards the old factory. Her parents used to work there but since the Once-ler ran out of resources, everyone abandoned it and moved on to start different lives. Norma’s parents were some of the last people to leave. Her mom had worked in the packaging center and prepared the Thneeds to be shipped out across the land. Her father on the other hand, was the Once-ler’s personal cook. Norma had met him a few times.

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So Imma write a fic on how I think she came to know about it. It won’t be a Normler pairing. Promise. I just want to explore different possibilities on how she knows him. Soooooo, enjoy.

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ohhhmanchester:

kikibelge:

This.

I won’t say anything, except for the fact that I was cleaning tea off of my macbook’s screen and keyboard for a solid twenty minutes afterward.

OH GOD. It was so bloody awfully boring and cliche and then that last line just picked it up perfectly.

I think I just died a little in side… Gosh, if he reads this then the next poor girl to go out with him is up the creek without a paddle. XDDD

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But my brain is dead and out of ideas. Some of the stuff that I want to happen, I’m afraid of putting on paper. That’s one of the hard things about writing. You have to decide whether or not you want to pour out your deepest secrets and dreams to the reader. Most of my stuff, I never show to anyone. Even still, I find it hard to put my most secretive desires on paper.

Think about it. Something that you might be embarrassed to tell others, then you pen it for everyone to see. For me, writing and music are my only ways of opening up to people and the best way for me to communicate. It’s the only way for me to express myself. I can’t voice my thoughts and feelings and dreams and hopes very well. I think that might be one reason I have such a hard time keeping friends. It’s so difficult for me to open up to people that they never see the me that hides from people. Deep down, I think I’m scared. A little bit anyways. The rest of me is just that way naturally.

When I was younger, from what I can still remember, and even now, my vocalized thoughts come out in jumbled, incoherent fragments. Most of the time. I’m starting to learn how to peace them together in less offensive, more easily understood sentences. But there’s something about paper. That one thing about it that opens the flood gates to all of my thoughts. My dreams and hopes come to life on paper and everything is clear once more. It’s what I’ve always had a small talent for; along with music. It’s also one of the few times that I can control my ADHD. Even for me, my thoughts can be confusing and jumbled.

In the relationship that I just left, that was one of the things I struggled with. Opening up. He was always an open book to me while I struggled to just get myself to say, ‘I love you’ or ‘I don’t feel the greatest today’ or even, ‘Can you hug me?’. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to tell him that I loved him. I did and part of me still does. It was just that I wasn’t really sure how. I didn’t want it to sound forced or fake. And something about saying the three words, ‘I love you.’, didn’t seem to ever be enough to me (I have a love/hate relationship with words…just in case you haven’t realized this yet). I have the same problem with saying ‘thank you’ and a few other phrases that are easy for everyone else to get out. I have this internal battle with myself every time. ‘Is is enough?’, ‘Should I say more?’, ‘That’s too much and I need to reword it’, ‘That sounded fake’, ‘Just don’t say anything’, and then I end up with a very quiet, ‘thank you.’ I mumble it or something which then comes across that I’m not sincere. It’s not that I’m not, I just become so flustered and confused with vocalized words that I always sound like this stuck up, ungrateful jerk. I hate it. So in conclusion to that problem in the relationship, I had to show it to him. A lot. I would encourage him every chance I got, whether in person or through a text/letter. I would also try to help him focus on his homework, his ADHD is worse than mine, or help him pack up for the weekend.

But one thing I’ve learned over the past few months, is that writing is the best way for me to communicate. I never have to worry about not being clear with my words because if I see a sentence that would be considered fragmented to anyone but me, I can follow it up with a long description to elaborate on what I just said. That was something else that came up in my last relationship. It wasn’t a bad thing, but when I found that I couldn’t say what needed to be said without confusion, I’d type or write it out for him to read. It was so much easier for me to communicate with him and I’m finding that it might be useful in my other relationships with friends and family.

I know that this post has been a bit winded and you’re probably thinking, ‘for someone who is so quiet and is bad with words or opening up,she’s done a lot of it’. I know. XD Sorry for that too.

All of this to say, while it’s easier for me to open up when I write it out, that doesn’t make it any easier to let people in. I’m a very walled off kind of person. I have a lot of walls. Think of my being like an ice cream cake. I have this thick shell to protect what’s inside or because I don’t want to share. That’s me. I have a thick wall around me and my thoughts. Part of it has always been there because again, it’s not in my nature to open up. I’m naturally a very closed off,inward person. I get it from my mom and my grandpa.

So what does this have to do with writing? Well, to sum up what I’ve just said, That’s the only way for me to open up. It’s through writing and music. And when I write or perform or compose, I’m letting it all out. It’s like those middle-aged guys with beer bellies at the beach. They just let it all hang out there in order to get a tan. XDDD That’s what I’m doing. Opening up is like standing on stage wearing only a bathrobe in front of an audience. Then you take the robe off. It’s so hard to do and I find that opening up is exactly like that. When you’re naked in front of an audience, there are no secrets about the way you look. They can see all because you’ve bared all (this is the best way for me to explain it because I’m very self-conscious and reserved about the way I dress. That’s one reason why I dress as a tomboy. I hate showing off my body).

The piece I’m working on right now, shows my deepest desire for a career. It’s something that I’ve wanted to do since I was about 6. Whether or not God takes me in that direction is up to Him. While I would love to, I don’t think it’s in his plan for me right now. But this piece, it shows everything that I want in a career, what I want out of love, where I want to be in a few years and what happens along the way to get me there. It’s very personal but it’s something that I already promised someone that they could read. It’s terrifying because how will they see me after reading it? Will they still think that I’m worthy of being their friend? Or even being someone of my age?

Letting them see this will open up the flood gates for me. This is how I will open up to these people. To let them see in and know what I’m really like, what I think about, what I want to do with my life. I know I’ve said this about five times already but I’m scared. I really am. But when you find something that you have to do, you eventually find the courage to do it; in my case, share it.

There’s something exhilarating about getting the praise for your work, but the anticipation of it is killer. It’s hard to sit still. You fidget. Your hands grow sweaty as you try to dry them off on your pants. There’s a chance that they might not accept it. That they might not accept you. It’s humbling. It’s a new lesson every time.

I’m sorry for my ramblings. This took me forever to write out because I wasn’t sure how to vent it. Doing this helps me think and it helps me gain momentum, confidence. Also, it was a stall tactic while I tried to plan out what I should write next for this blasted story. XDD

Happy day! :0)

adamfiction:

Sorry it has taken so long. I’ve been sick and trying to play catch-up at school. Also, I’ve been assigned a side project by my Story of Israel Professor that’s taking up a lot of time. I’m excited about the direction my life is taking but I’m ready for a break. Anywhozy, I hope you guys enjoy this part. It’s a bit on the short side. Cookies for those of you that can guess the movie reference. Hint: It takes place in Spain during WWII. :D

With Love!

<3

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It’s not my thing. I don’t even read regular erro because I don’t want that kind of exposure. I don’t like what I read. I barely got through a few sentences of it before I had to say enough. Now, While I don’t like it, that doesn’t mean I can bash the person who wrote it. Think about it.

1.   Adam is not OUR Adam. He’s not anyone’s Adam. We don’t own him and we don’t have the right to say ‘OHMYGOSHHOWDARETHEYWRITESUCHMADNESS!!!’. Again

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bythetimes:

asksebthesniper:

I’m curious…

Bring it. ;0)

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