On my new corner of the Interweb

I can be found here. (And most probably here too, but I’m a despicable lurker. Apologies.)
And – Carry On by Fun. is an amazing song.
Goodbye, fellow victims users of the interwebs. It’s been a pleasure.
— The Literary Perefticonist

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On the lifehackyness of the Tumblesphere

End-quote.
In other words, I shall be moving to Tumblr once my URL has been decided. It might be the Literary Perefticonist, but then again, it won’t be.
I know I already have a Tumblr, but it’s getting far too depressing for my occasional Emma Watson fangirling. So I shall make a new one. A bucket list Tumblr, if you will.
(A bucket list is a list of things you want to do before you die.)
Naturally, my characters have bucket lists too. I’ll share them later… over at Tumblr.
So, without further ado:
“I guess this is where we say goodbye,” she says.
I swallow. “I guess.”
“I won’t see you again. Not this side of hell, at least.” She smiles. “Bye, Rella. Tamer of dragons.”
It’s become our little inside joke now. And all of a sudden, it hits me. Paisleigh Blue, Princess of Albia. The only one who’s been there for me since the day we met. My best friend in all of the Three Kingdoms. Perhaps my only one.
And now she’s leaving.
Even now, she understands. The hug she pulls me into holds more than just the goodbye of two best friends. It’s all the words we never said, all the things we never did, our bucket lists we wrote that we never fulfilled. It’s us.
And I wish it didn’t have to end.
“I’ll miss you,” I whisper.
Paisleigh smiles, but her eyes are watering.
“Be careful of the dragon pats,” she says. She kisses me on the cheek before walking away.
It takes several gulps before I can speak. “Paisleigh?”
She turns to face me, tears glittering in those pale blue eyes.
“Wherever you’re going – I hope they have Blueroots wine.”
Paisleigh smiles, and disappears over the hill. In the sky, the Paislo constellation seems to shine a little bit dimmer.

Excerpt from my NaNo Novel. © All rights reserved.

Tuesday Tune: Alternative Smiles

Title explanation
A mix of alternative indie songs guaranteed to make you smile

Artists
Arctic Monkeys, Imagine Dragons, Owl City, The Vaccines, Two Door Cinema Club

Tracks
What You Know by Two Door Cinema Club
Honey and the Bee by Owl City
Fluorescent Adolescent by Arctic Monkeys
Something Good Can Work by Two Door Cinema Club
It’s Time by Imagine Dragons
No Hope by The Vaccines
Sun by Two Door Cinema Club

Favourite track
Sun. It’s the ultimate holiday track.

Quote
“Oh, I’m far away
I know I’ll stay
I know I’ll stay right there with you
No, it might be too late
What would you say?
What would you say, what would you do?”
– Two Door Cinema Club, Sun

Mini Monday: My New Favourite Blogs

Or, I’ve been reading this blog recently.
I had a much more interesting Mini Monday post, but WordPress died on me, so you’re stuck with other bloggers. Bloggers like Sarah, Rachel Aaron, and Jamie Chavez. Bloggers that probably don’t use the WordPress app.
I’ve got a playlist post coming out Tuesday, so I’ll see you then. Happy, uh, Monday.

Mini Monday: My Affair With Bands

I’ve been discovering a lot of new alternative bands recently. One of my favourites is My Chemical Romance, and their song Teenagers.
It’s one of the most accurate songs I’ve heard in a while. Even if you don’t like MCR, I recommend you listen to it.
I’ve got a playlist post coming out tomorrow, in my A to Z Music Challenge. The idea? A playlist beginning with each letter of the alphabet. Tomorrow‘s is called Alternate Smiles, or some such.
So that’s me. See you Wednesday.

On my new indie ship

Or: Teddy Lupin and Tom Riddle would make a rather nice slash pairing.
Think about it. Haunted by their pasts, both dark, good-looking teen boys, both fighting for a cause they truly believe in.
And they have no fanfiction. None at all.
Life is unfair. I don’t have the time to write them, but if I did…

Swing-By Friday

Dear friend,*
This week has been okay, all in all.
Who am I kidding? This week has been horrible.
My so-called best friend (we don’t like each other, but I’m tactful about it) is spreading rumours that I’m Bitch of the Week. I know that she’s only friends with me to use me, as one of my two only friends kindly told me, but I’m sick of it. Now half my year isn’t talking to me, and the other half have no idea which one “that bitch friend of Hollie’s” is. I can count on my hands the number of people I thought were friends not making snide comments behind my back. If you ever write a novel set in secondary school, trust me on this: the popular girls’ words are law, and if you decide to grow a backbone and object, they ignore you.
I started self-harming. Not because of that – well, not completely, anyway. If you think it’s ‘just a phase’, please, go read someone else’s blog. Maybe it’s because the amount of blood on my wrists is the only damn thing in my life I can control. Sure, I don’t eat until dinner – but that’s still eating. I can’t control that. Self-harm is the way I stay sane. The way I deal with pain. Ironic, isn’t it? But surface cuts, if you make them just deep enough, hurt like hell and can be easily explained away. No one needs to know it wasn’t the cat, or the rose bush, or my general clumsiness.
My Tumblr’s become far more depressing. Because I am depressed. I am starving myself. I am self-harming. I am contemplating suicide. And no one, no one at all understands. No one except the equally depressed, self-starving, self-harming, suicidal, wonderful people on Tumblr.
It’s like a family. I know that none of us have ever met, that it’s all done around likes, reblogs, and messages, but I love them all.
And I’m wearing my black ribbon today. Love to all who are. If you’re happy with yourself, or happier than I am, at least, you won’t know what it means, this black ribbon on November 30th.
Search it on Tumblr, if you’re that bothered. But you won’t be. Because honestly, does anyone really care about me? About us?
And no matter what you think, the answer will always be no.
Love always,
The Literary Perefticonist

* It’s a Perks of Being a Wallflower reference.