Lawn chairs sprawl
across the yard.
I sit cross-legged,
listening to my
iPod, enjoying the
company of my
dysfunctional, yet strangely
lovable family members,
not noticing my
Bermudas slipping up
above my knee.
"Gave yourself a
little homemade tattoo,
huh, Nanna?" my
aunt Jenny laughs,
pointing to the
jagged red lines.
"Oh. Yeah. Tattooo."
I mutter, pulling
the leg of
my pants down
to hid the
cuts. Already distracted,
my aunt turns
away, leaving me
to my thoughts.
Her ignorance must
be such bliss.
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Kay, so somehow you've found your way to my blog. Whether by chance or misfortune, or maybe you meant to, you did.
So if you want to, feel free to poke around and browse through my posts.
Everything on this blog is my writing.
Feel free to comment on anything. I love it when people leave me harsh and thoughtful critique, so please don't hesitate to do so.
I guess that's about it.
Enjoy ^___^
~Savanna
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Beneath this cloak there is no flesh or blood to kill. There is only an idea.
Ideas are bulletproof.
-V from V for Vendetta
Kay, so somehow you've found your way to my blog. Whether by chance or misfortune, or maybe you meant to, you did.
So if you want to, feel free to poke around and browse through my posts.
Everything on this blog is my writing.
Feel free to comment on anything. I love it when people leave me harsh and thoughtful critique, so please don't hesitate to do so.
I guess that's about it.
Enjoy ^___^
~Savanna
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