Jasmarine

Jasmarine

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About Me

Hey. Since you're taking the time to read this, I'll tell a bit about myself [but not too much, lets not get greedy ;)]. Wellllll......writing is, basically, my life. Art takes up a big portion too but I don't think I'm really good at it, but probably because I'm a perfectionist. I try to keep my writing real, the emotions raw and the storylines basic. For a 'warm-up' in Writers Craft, we were asked to describe how we write a scene. Keeping it simple, it's like a movie in my mind. I think how the moment is, getting the basics down then zeroeing in on the emotions and adding description[s]. It's slightly irritating though, because it won't stop when I want it too. Just keeps playing and playing, over and over again.
Enough about writing, lets move onto how I am :)
I HATE people with big ego's. Honestly, you're not better than everyone else, you may have had the oppurtunity[ies] to expand and work on your skills but that doesn't make you any better. Deflate it real quick, because people don't like cocky a******s.
I have a big mouth and use it to mask my true emotions and insecurities.
I <3 lacrosse.
I'm not afraid to tell you what I think. If you're doing something rude or extremely inappropriate I WILL tell you. Might make me a bee-eye-tee-see-h, but wouldn't you rather someone shut you down before you make more of a fool of yourself?
I usually write about dark emotions because I like them. I don't like being sad or depressed or angry I just like writing about them. There's more of a freedom when I work with them.
I read ALL the time. It's a place where I can lose myself in another person's imagination and see what they're projecting.
I can't stand hurting people. Just thinking how they feel and what they're going through being on the receiving end of anger makes me feel...guilty/ sorry for them. I don't like to feel that way, so why do it to somebody else? Unless you piss me off, then you're just giving me amunition.
Boys. They're a completely different breed all on their own. You can learn and try to understand but we females will never figure them out. They're worse than a girl on PMS.
My favourite colour is green. Grass green to be specific. It's so refreshing and makes me think of those milk commercials with groomed cows grazing in a perfect field with no sign or normal life anywhere.
My favourite song, atm, is still undecided. I'm caught between a few of them; What You Say-Loon ft. Christopher, Hide and Seek- Imogen Heap, Heartbreaker- taoi cruz ft. Ludacris and an Angels and Airwaves one which I can't remember.
THE best band EVER is Def Leppard. I'll feel realll stupid if I spelled it wrong.
Hmmmm, that's about it for now....
OH if you want me to review your work, send a request..it may take me a bit to check it out but you'll know when because I always leave a comment.





***There's a point in life when you get tired of chasing everyone and trying to fix everything.
But it's not giving up.
It's realizing that you DON'T NEED CERTAIN PEOPLE AND THEIR CRAP***



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Posted 9 Years Ago


yeah, true... well thanks for accepting.

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Posted 9 Years Ago


thanks for the add

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Posted 9 Years Ago


dont know why, just thought I'd say 'hey' you made me laugh with the comments on Shelbys (?) photo of her brother lol

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Posted 9 Years Ago


hello! :)

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Posted 9 Years Ago


Poetry
By
Mary Oliver
The Journey

One day you finally knew
what you had to do, and began,
though the voices around you
kept shouting
their bad advice--
though the whole house
began to tremble
and you felt the old tug
at your ankles.
"Mend my life!"
each voice cried.
But you didn't stop.
You knew what you had to do,
though the wind pried
with its stiff fingers
at the very foundations,
though their melancholy
was terrible.
It was already late
enough, and a wild night,
and the road full of fallen
branches and stones.
But little by little,
as you left their voices behind,
the stars began to burn
through the sheets of clouds,
and there was a new voice
which you slowly
recognized as your own,
that kept you company
as you strode deeper and deeper
into the world,
determined to do
the only thing you could do--
determined to save
the only life you could save.


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Posted 9 Years Ago


^.^ Awwww I went to read chapter 6 of "Death by Love"... Hope you get it published soon!! It's hard to find a story on here that keeps my interest for long. Great job! I look forward to reading more from you!