Karlyflower *The Vampire Ninja, Luminescent Monster & Wendigo Nerd Goddess of Canada (according to The Hulk)* > Recent Status Updates

I have been - and will be further still - combing through my friends list in hopes of clearing up my feed.

If I delete you and you are offended:



I kid.... sort of. If you wish to be my friend please communicate with me, if not I'll delete you. Sorry.

.... I think GoodReads hates me today :(. My notifications are being dodgy.

Must Happy....



OH, much better :)

Riding the Red (from Little Red Riding Hood) - Now that is one re-telling I've never read before nor did I, especially, want to....



*bleh*

As a stepdaughter of a Psychiatric Nurse I find the fact that Sherlock self-medicates with both heroin and cocaine both scary and believable....

Harris, WHY do you always make me want to slap Sookie so hard her brain will come loose??
The latest, in a LONG list of reasons: But I just didn't want to be Crisis Woman.
I have a brother. If my brother went 'missing' under suspicious circumstances AND blood was discovered on his property; I would call EVERYONE, I would bang down doors, I would lose every bit of ish I possess. He is MY BROTHER. Moron.

Oh, God, puppy dog eyes. From a six-foot-five ancient Viking vampire. It was just too much.

By ALL MEANS give him to me, Sookie, I'll do my utmost to handle that ;)

he was also gorgeous and could kiss like a house afire, but that was not the most pertinent side of him right at the moment.

One of the things they don't tell you, that's somehow an installed about thing, is how it feels when someone likes you afterwards. How you feel like the filth you endured (through no choice of your own) will soil that person. The touch of their lips and you eyes will search their face for some taint, some smudge of the dirt you feel covered in, no matter how hard you try to scrub it off...

I.MUST.REMEMBER (No matter how much I may want to):

"Because a real girl is missing."

That one word: "real'...



Because:

I'm not real. I can't be real. That can't be real, so neither can I. FUCK! *inhales*

They say: "Sticks and stones can break your bones, but names can never hurt you."... they lie. A name can hurt you, it can bury itself beneath your skin and crack, pop, break everything inside you. Itcan erode your insides until you feel you are no longer alone or safe beneath your own flesh.

You know all the ways you can kill a girl?

God, there are so many.

Sometimes I imagine taking a walk with him. I imagine leading him behind the school and into the trees. I imagine stomping on his skull until all his fine, sharp features have turned to pulp. Until all the parts of him that are too familiar disappear.

Word Travels. Slurred in bars, murmured over fences between neighbours, mutter in the produce section at the grocery store and again at checkout because the cashier has something to add. phones don't run as fast as the mouths in this town.

"Let go of her!" Bellamy bellowed. He dove for Graham, but Wells stepped in front of him, and someone else wrenched his arm behind his back. "Get off of me!" Bellamy thrashed wildly as he tried to wrench himself free...
If siblings were allowed you'd know, DON'T piss off BRO!

This is like a love-triangle-jealousy-misunderstanding TRAINWRECK that I cannot stop watching.....

"I'd recommend putting your shirt back on."

What is WRONG with you, Clarke?? Go to the shame corner!!

Because sometimes, even though you KNOW that the book probably isn't going to live up, you just need this mental image in your head:



*Being sick = bad choices, shrugs*

Oh goodie!! My first death threat on Goodreads..... how delightful.

The second part of this book is strange.... I don't know what the hell is going on and how these two parts correlate.... *scrunchy kitty face*

My eBook has a great deal more than 108 pages :/

Sherlock, you arrogant bastard, how I do lerve you!

Despite what is a seemingly transparent plot, I find I am enjoying these characters quite a bit (although the dramalama brought to YOU by refusing to communicate is driving me a bit batty)

I know your 'Secret', Sam!!

Everyone told me I was going to lose my mind at turning 30.... what I have to say to that is: if watching KPop all evening and drooling all over Taeyang is insane I don't want to be sane. (CQ objects most strongly)

The life of a Vampire Ninja:

CQ: What would you think if I got a Mohawk?

VN: *smiles*

CQ: Do you like mohawks? Should I get one?

VN: *emphatic nodding* Yes, yes I do.

*CQ comes home with shaved head NOT a Mohawk*

Dear Lola,

'The Pill' is NOT protection!

Sincerely,

The Nineties.

THANK YOU, to my new friend Brittain, who has helped me be incredibly unproductive today owing to my new crush on this guy:



Oh and also Kelly for all the shitless werewolf business ;)

I am feeling extremely..... bothered.

All this mustache talk....



Thankfully this isn't a deal-breaker for me since CQ has next to no facial hair and but a few eyelashes on his chest ;

I am just going to leave these here:





Kelly knows WHY!!

because "he could be a werewolf" is definitely an explanation.

He looks like a jaguar as he crawls back over to her, golden and sinuous,
wild and beautiful.

“You're a curious girl, Volera Magray,” he says. “Very curious.”

Get thee to another editor

There have been several grammatical errors in the last few pages, it's a danger with self-pubbed writing.....

But the world-building and character-building are really solid :)

Her name was Lola, she was a showgirl :P

*ahem* I mean bar waitress.

If I were Lola I would have waited until Randy got home and kicked him in the dangly bits.... but I do like Lola so far :)