Okay, This Is A Sign To Start That Theloise Hunger Games AU.

I have not written a single word of fanfic in 26 days...I blame uni.

Her. Song.

I hate it here so I will go to // Secret gardens in my mine // People need a key to get to // The only one is mine

Here's a snippet of the final chapter of my WIP: The Manuscript! Planning on posting later today.

Link.

life update: moving to a big city for my internship!

from bright-eyed and bushy-tailed to political fugitives on the run

I have so many plot bunnies but not enough fully fleshed-out plots. 😭

Lorelei

by Sylvia Plath

It is no moon to drown in: A full moon, river lapsing Black beneath bland mirror-sheen,

The blue water-mists dropping Scrim after scrim like fishnets Though fishermen are sleeping,

The massive castle turrets Doubling themselves in a glass All stillness. Yet these shapes float

Up toward me, troubling the face Of quiet. From the nadir They rise, their limbs ponderous

With richness, hair heavier Than sculptured marble. They sing Of a world more full and clear

Than can be. Sisters, your song Bears a burden too weighty For the whorled ear's listening

Here, in a well-steered country, Under a balanced ruler. Deranging by harmony

Beyond the mundane order, Your voices lay siege. You lodge On the pitched reefs of nightmare,

Promising sure harborage; By day, descant from borders Of hebetude, from the ledge

Also of high windows. Worse Even than your maddening Song, your silence. At the source

Of your ice-hearted calling -- Drunkenness of the great depths. O river, I see drifting

Deep in your flux of silver Those great goddesses of peace. Stone, stone, ferry me down there.

WIPs are still works in progress even if no progress has been made on them for a while.

Gentleman Suitor: Would you like to get lunch together today?

Eloise, standing right in front of him: I really wish I could, but I’m currently out of town.