#2 Mechanical Pencil
Purl, Knit, PurlIt's funny, how places hold memories.Purl, Knit, Purl by Tsukiakari-Kurushii
How buildings become echoes of a different time.
And it's funny how even though on most days I'd rather forget you,
I can't seem to bring myself to erase your smile.
I went to the bookstore I met you in for the first time yesterday.
And I swear I could still see you sitting in the craft section,
holding that book of knitting patterns up to your nose.
I swear I could still see your eyes light up,
And I could still hear your low laughter ring against the walls at my clueless-ness when you tried to explain to me purl, knit, purl.
I swear I could still feel your hand on my knee from when you leaned over telling me that you would teach me.
For me, I love reading stories on fanfiction.net but personally I find the uploading system too much of a hassle.
I like being able to type straight into the site instead of having to do it all and upload it and all that jazz.
So this may very well become a place to unload all my fanfic and original story ideas.
I want to get back into the swing of writing again.
We'll see how this goes.
Name: Aeyden and my nicknames are a plenty.|
Firstly: Tsukiakari-Kurushii, I made this account when I was transitioning from Middle School to High School I do believe, so please pay no attention to the horrible usage of Japanese. Dx
Things About Me: Ever Changing|Eclectic Pagan|Witch|Lokean|Psych Major|Wolf
I'm a Scorpio to the Very Core.
I'm a Slytherin Until the Very End.