#im at a point where i very rarely see my prose as bad because well first of all its my prose. i always like my prose.
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anyway i do think something that's helped me is not only to not see my first drafts as "bad" because it's pure baby writing, or seeing them as messy/unrefined, but also to focus on what my biggest strength is at that first stage of writing something and how can i use that to propel the draft forward? so like i think my prose is usually very good at the first draft, usually my prose edits is just condensing things or deepening an image etc. but i love playing with language so it's the easiest way for me to access a draft for the first time. when there's no story on the page my brain understands language and prose best before anything else. but i need more edits for things like structure and pacing and length and hitting the right beats at the right time. which is all like, normal stuff you work on with edits, literally working on every aspect of a story through multiple drafts is So Normal, so instead of thinking about all that and what is missing from a first draft i just focus on what is there for me bc i think whatever you find the easiest at the first draft stage is what shapes + propels ur writing process overall. which is something that is soooo personal because everyone has their own strengths and struggles at different parts of the process !
#this is actually something ive gone back and forward on bc i post a lot of first draft prose#and like. in the screenshots the prose looks good i would not post it if i did not think it was good!#im at a point where i very rarely see my prose as bad because well first of all its my prose. i always like my prose.#but i have a good sense of what prose i like as well. 'bad' prose for me is more just something isnt working as i planned#and i need to figure that out. anyway its been weird for me sometimes bc the thing#i find the easiest at the first draft stage is also the most 'visible'. like i can post a beautiful first draft line#but you can't see all the structural issues my first drafts usually have. that line is probably from a messy as fuuuuuck chapter LOL#which is okay! that's just how it is! but i want to be more open about#not only just what i find hard on a first draft but also what i find easy#which for me is prose but another writer could find ease w the things i struggle with i.e. plot beats
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fr the poem questions: all of them >: )c
jared... only for you...
the tyger – are you a taker of calculated risks or do you enjoy playing with fire? would you rather ask for permission or forgiveness?
i am a major rule follower, i am not at all adventurous and i like to stay in my comfort zone. my life is a mix of staying true to my comfort zone and doing what I feel is right, first instinct.
i carry your heart with me – do you believe in fate? what’s your secret to living a good life?
i tend to not believe in fate, it tends to make people not take responsibility for their actions and it leaves a bad taste in my mouth; predestination takes away humility from us. and i wouldnt say that im currently living a good life, its getting there but more often then not i would not describe my days as ‘happy’, more so just another day. but to make a day not outwardly bad, i firmly believe in having a really good breakfast in the morning and taking a shower at night. both of those really make my days better.
i wandered lonely as a cloud – what does nature mean to you? where do you feel most at peace?
nature for me is what comes to us instinctively and what we turn to for comfort in trying times. i feel the most at peace either at summer camp or in my bedroom with my cat :3
blackberrying – what were your early years like? do you miss being a child?
my early years were very happy, i was a very happy and funloving child. it was a time where i wasnt told about any of my family drama so i lived in blissful ignorance. i definitely miss being a child, all the way up to about 7th grade. its just been downhill from 8th grade and on.
ode to a nightingale – how do you feel about your own mortality? do you believe in life after death?
my mortality is something of a burden i carry with me everyday, a reminder that every minute is precious and this is the only life i get, i have one shot to not fuck it up. i dont believe in the afterlife, the concept of death is something that if i think too hard about then itll fuck me up.
hope is the thing with feathers – what gives you hope? what would you tell your 10-year-old self?
hope comes from those news stories about good news, like charity donation goals being hit and remembered anniversaries and flower bouquets in public, there is good in the world and sometimes its hard to find but its always there. to my 10 year old self, i would tell her to not hold too tightly to those around you, and that life constantly changes so dont get too attached or comfortable because itll prevent you from growing in the future.
the road not taken – do you find it hard to make decisions? what regrets do you have?
its really hard to make decisions because i always assume that my ideas are wrong or bad so if someone else takes the lead, i cant be blamed. as far as regrets, i wish that in my past, i just put myself out there more. i couldve spent highschool actively seeking for possibilities instead of sulking and wishing they came to me. they dont ever, you have to find them.
still i rise – what's your relationship with yourself like? what are your best qualities?
i have a bad relationship to myself; if i admire one trait about myself, the other traits must be less than. for example, if i think i look nice one day, then i remember abt my grades or my writing and how much i hate both of those. i can never be fully at peace, it will never be enough to sate my psyche. my ‘best’ qualities depend on the day, right now i think i have nice eyelashes.
howl – can you express yourself freely? do you feel smothered by societal norms?
i struggle everyday to be my genuine self. its not so much societal norms but my own mind; i want to look nice but i dont want to attract too much attention. i want to be remembered but not for how good my ass looks or whatever. my biggest fear is that people see me as something desirable but only sexually so i want to dress how i feel but i cant because im terrified of the gaze of men on my campus.
the raven – are you in touch with your feelings? how would you describe the relationship between emotions & rationality?
im extremely in touch with my feelings. i can acknowledge when i am angry or sad or happy, even if i dont know why. i allow myself to feel my feelings and then let them pass, i hate bottling those things up. between emotions and rationality, i use my emotions 9 times out of 10. i ask myself, ‘what do i want?’ and the first thing i come up with, i know is what i truly want to do.
sonnet 116 – how do you define love? what qualities do you look for in a significant other?
i think love is everything; its the warmth of hanging out with familiar people, its when people remember facts about you, its a meaningful hug and its ‘this reminded me of you’. its different for everyone but i feel love in everything i do. in a significant other, the biggest thing is being able to make me laugh, if youre funny than im sold.
to autumn – what's your favorite season and why? what cherished memories do you associate with that season?
my favorite season is winter because it has lots of holiday warmth, good food, pleasant childhood memories, and comfortable clothing. also i love snow. i have very vivid memories of a blizzard in maryland when i was 11(?) years old, my neighbor tied a sled to the back of his ATV and dragged us around the cul de sac, it was so much fun!!
the waste land – do you like big cities? if you could choose any place on earth, where would you settle down?
i love big cities, they evoke so many feelings of love and the atmosphere being surrounded by people makes me so happy! if i could live anywhere, i think it would be san francisco, i love the city and the weather and the public transportation!!
o captain! my captain! – what are your aspirations in life? what motivates you?
in life, i want to give a tedtalk. i would also love to publish a book but i dont like what i write so if i ever did, id end up hating the book anyway in a year or so. i want to teach people the joy of public speaking and i want to give kids the joys i had given to me by my teacher when i was their age. my motivation comes from, this has to be done and if no one else will do it, it might as well be me. i have the passion and everything else will follow after that.
she walks in beauty – what's your aesthetic? how would you describe the relationship between inner goodness & outer beauty?
id describe my aesthetic as lovecore, i love the color pink and red and hearts and flowers and teddy bears and dresses and sparkles and valentines day and i love everything stereotypically ‘cute’. and i feel there is no outer beauty without inner goodness, if someone has bad intentions or a rotten core, their outward appearance will reflect.
one art – how do you deal with loss? do you write diary entries, poetry or prose?
thankfully i have not had to go through tremendous loss in my life but when i feel an emotional loss or general low point, i tend to move towards art, aimless doodling to take my mind off of situations. it centers me.
work, sometimes – how does your favorite weather make you feel? what is happiness to you?
my favorite weather makes me feel SO happy, all smiley and giddy and like things are going to be okay, just for one day, i will make this a good one. happiness to me is comfort and joy, its something that makes you laugh until your sides hurt and its art that you look at and feel. happiness isnt a huge moment, its little moments scattered throughout the days.
acquainted with the night – do you think there's such thing as the right time? what’s your outlook on the world?
no, i dont like to set things off for the thought of there being a right and wrong time. time isnt real and we only have so long on earth so there is no time but the present. go get that tattoo, ask them out, eat that snack. my outlook on the world is that there is a lot of bad shit but there is also a lot of good shit you will never see but it important nonetheless. you cant change the world in a day so you might as well take it one day at a time, working everyday to make it as good as possible.
if – do you daydream a lot? are you volatile, or do you stay calm when conflicts arise?
i love to day dream, it helps me determine what i really want and its a lovely distraction when the goings get tough. i try to avoid conflicts in every situation possible but if i were pushed, id either accept my mistake and apologize and work towards a better future; or i would tell the other person how im feeling and what i can do to help them feel better.
what would i give? – do you cry often? if you could change anything about your past, what would it be?
things make me sad but rarely enough to cry, things more so tend to weigh me down then break me. i let the sadness take me however it sees fit. and if thats to cry, so be it. if i could change anything about my past, i would just say that you will only get this chance to start over in a new state once, the years will go by quick so to TAKE OPPORTUNITIES WHEN THEY SHOW THEM SELF TO YOU!!!!!!
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got tagged by mfin @grassepi like 10 days ago to do this!!!!!! /dab/
long ass post under the cut
1. How did you come up with your username and what does it mean?
i explain this so often man its a trip. ‘jam’ came from simlish in the sims 3 because of that one voice line that’s like ‘jambabedo?’. i had changed my name to that on skype but when i was VCing with @namerine she could only see ‘jam’ and it kinda just stuck. speaking of: the ‘dingus’ part also came from her so literally this name is all because of her and i love her *fingerguns*
2. Which fanfic of yours has the most feedback? (bookmarks/subscriptions/hits/kudos).
by FAR my most popular fic is my collection of sickfics: In Sickness and Health
the only thing that it got beat in was comments from Close to the Heart, but that’s mostly just because it had so many mfin chapters
3. What is your AO3 profile icon, and why did you choose it?
b a b y y o s h i
i literally cant remember how i found this picture or why i chose it as my icon but its my Brand now. yoshi jamthedingus is me
4. Do you have any regular/favourite commenters?
i literally have so many. there’s @space-peachx, @bears-again, @narwhalsarefalling, @ravenssama, and @miishiiwrites (for some reason it wasnt letting me tag ur main asldhasd) plus a SHIT ton of anon commentors who i love just as dearly!!! i have a lot more but these are the most common commenters and i love them sm i could literally die.
5. Is there a fanfic that you keep going back to read again and again?
there are like three fics like that and ofc im gonna list them all
hands down the fic i’ve reread the MOST in the shortest period of time is Sunset in Reverse by @demenior (who i cannot tag for some reason but i hope they know that i love their fic dearly)
there’s this i n c r e d i b l e sickfic by @bosstoaster that i just adore called Drown Out Your Mind that just breaks my heart all types of ways
and there’s this OTHER fic that also fucks me up called strength of the small by @nowweareunstoppable in which pidge is bad ass and also gets fucked up and i literally rec it to all my friends i love it so much
(also a special shoutout to been @velkynkarma‘s Whisper in the Dark. whenever i have the need for a good creepin’ out i LOVE to revisit this one because like... just the description of the Final Boss (tm) alone is enough to give me the willies)
6. How many stories are you subscribed to? How many do you have bookmarked?
oof
i have 449 bookmarks from like atleast 10 different fandoms, and about 411 fics i’m subscribed to, give or take a couple because Math. most of them are completed though, but i don’t go through and take them off because i’m a lazy hoe
7. Which AU do you find yourself writing the most?
well i just looked up my ao3 and it says i have the most in ‘Alternate Universe - Video Game World’ asjdhsaldhsja aka my mmo au. but technically i think the au i write the most is Modern bc i’m but a simple farmer with a limited mindscape
8. How many people are subscribed and bookmarked to you in total? (you can view this on the stats page)
i have 22 user subscriptions vs 199 work subscriptions + 383 bookmarks in total. nice nice nice
9. Is there something you’d like to write about but are afraid of people judging you for it? (Feeling brave? If so, share it!)
probably something with a more serious tone (compared to the fluffy wuffy fics i write) like, for example, fatphobia, suicide, and literally just conflict in general. i always feel like im trivializing all of it no matter how hard i try so i just... Give Up because i dont want the backlash ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
10. Is there anything you would like to be better at? Writing certain scenes or genres, replying to comments, updating better, etc.
i really want to get better at writing conflicts, as stated above lajhdlsadhls. but also i want to be better at planning out stories because i usually give up near the 3/4ths point of literally every multi-chaptered thing i’ve written
11. Do you write rarepairs or popular ships more often?
definitely rarepairs. voltron is like the biggest fandom i’ve ever been in and my biggest ships are all hunk ships, and all of those are rarepairs OTL
12. How many stories have you posted on AO3 to this day (finished and unfinished)?
35!
13. How many stories do you have saved in/with your writing program?
ignoring the fics i’ve completed and posted on ao3, i have about 52. including the above equals 87!!! m a t h
14. Do you write down story ideas, or just keep them in your head?
i try to write them down but if i write down the thingy i really want to focus on in the fic then i won’t want to write it anymore because it’s out of my head. OTL its a complicated process.
15. Have you ever co-authored a story?
literally never in my life.
16. How did you discover AO3?
definitely tumblr. i was in the dragon age fandom and there was this fic called The Little Kadan which had fem!inquisitor/iron bull + a baby so like i was all over that asap. i’m too shy to tag the author but u can find them on tumblr at sickly-writes ,,,,,,
17. Do you consider yourself to be a popular or famous author in your fandom(s) on AO3?
nah not at all. i’m pretty Niche
(i.e. if you love shunk and/or heith + cuddling, i’m your gal. but anything else is pretty rare OTL)
18. Do you have a nickname or fandom name for your readers?
not in the SLIGHTEST. i call them all babes in my head bc i love them tho
19. Was there an author who inspired or encouraged you to write?
i don’t know this @fenri personally but i love their writing so much. i admire their style a WHOLE TON and i think i may have sort of modeled my own after theirs?
like i’m just thinking about it now but it’s definitely after i reread their fic (*ahem ahem* Like Crystal Guts) for about the fifth time that i started my whole ‘prose-y’ writing, which is very very recent aldjhsal
20. What writing advice would you give to a beginning author?
be confident in ur writing! if someone says they don’t like it, your work just isnt for them. just because one single person doesn’t like it doesn’t mean its bad!
r e r e a d what you wrote! i use fromtexttospeech.com to catch like... sentence structure/grammatical errors when my eyes are too tired and i find it helps a lot!
if you find a story you like, try figuring out w h y you like it so much. characterization? the way they describe things? because they use sentence structure you haven’t seen before? and then use that new knowledge to try to make your own writing style your favorite *fingerguns*
21. Do you plot out your stories, or do you just figure it out as you go?
i only started plotting fics since last november, which was when i participated in my first nanowrimo. i don’t plot for every single story, but if i’m lost or i want to expand a little, i slap down a bunch of ideas in an empty google doc and go from there!
generally by then i’ve already written atleast a little bit, though.
22. Have you ever gotten a bad comment on a story? If so, what did you do?
i can’t even remember what it says exactly now since i deleted the fic after, but someone said my characterization was bad in a super old inuyasha fic. little like... 12 year old me was so sad ;w;
i don’t think i’ve ever gotten a bad comment after that, though? which is NICE
23. Is there a certain type of scene that you have a hard time writing? (action, smut, etc..)
DEFINITELY any action scene. i can’t make them long or drawn out or else i’ll just be struggling and sweating and generally craving death. i think i just need practice but o o o o f
24. What story(s) are you working on now?
i have a few hot n spicy prompts i need to finish that i probably won’t get to until next year salhdjsa
plus a few christmas presents!
and also my pirate au, Wander, which only has maybe 2 chapters left before its complete!
25. Do you plan your next project(s) before you finish your current ongoing story(s)?
*sweats loudly*
26. Do you have a daily writing goal set for yourself?
not in the slightest. generally, if i’m in a writing sprint or something, i’ll try to get over a 1000 for whatever it is, but that’s for the total and not for the session.
27. Do you think you’ve improved as a writer since you first started?
definitely! even though i’m still shy, im a lot more open to constructive criticism (if it doesn’t come after my soul ;w;). I’m also getting better at being more descriptive, which is something i’ve always wanted!
28. What is your favorite story that you’ve written?
i have two. don’t make me choose
the first is technically cheating because it’s part of a series, and the series is my favorite BUT I DIGRESS. The Witch and the Mage (which is... one of my less imaginative names) is an MMO AU in which shiro and hunk are in love and also i have a vague plot outlined somewhere in my drive that’s pretty wild if i do say so myself. i may never write it but its there and its my favorite and i love the imagery i used in it.
the SECOND is a heith cuddle fic, because that’s basically my brand as a writer. it’s called home and i wrote it when i was very tired and couldn’t get to sleep. i may have been craving human contact? who knows in this economy. even though i see a number of things i wish i could fix about it, it’s just very self-indulgent in more than one way and its very dear to my heart.
29. What is your least favorite story that you’ve written?
most of the fics i wrote earlier on are pretty bad imo, but i think the ones i hate the most are part of my You Are Beautiful series. it’s grossly out of character (mostly in keith’s case) but it was the first thing i’d written in about four years and i was so proud of it. so it has to stay up for posterity, tbh.
30. Where do you see yourself (as a writer) in 5 years?
i really hope to still be writing by then. maybe with my own personal book in its planning stages atleast??? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) gotta be optimistic!!
31. What is the easiest thing about writing?
dialogue? also describing rooms. i love just... randomly popping out something that describes the placement of a couch in relation to a door.
32. What is the hardest thing about writing?
i always always always get distracted when i’m trying to write. if i’m in the zone, someone in my family is definitely gonna try to get my attention. it’s sort of become habit for me to just interrupt myself first so that i won’t lose whatever train of thought i had LMAO
33. Why do you write?
i like the way my words sound when i string them together in the right (write... *badum ts*) way. it makes me Feel Good (tm).
also i love giving characters (that mean something to me) attention, because it’s like i’m giving MYSELF attention. a two-for-one!
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@sleepyhunk, @narwhalsarefalling, @space-peachx, @sammythemattressthief, @bears-again, @kurosakiami01, @maternalcube, @ace-pidge, @darlingmuses
+ if anyone i tagged earlier would like to, i would literally be honored if you would do this! but no pressure, ever <3
#phew this took a while#i tagged so many people all over the place and also i dont have any punctuation#if you read this all the way through you're probably a god and im scared of you? but also ily#jam gets fuckin tagged in something holy shit#but also#IM SORRY FOR TAGGING YOU IF YOU DONT KNOW ME AND IT MADE YOU UNCOMFORTABLE#please yell at me so i never do it again <3#love you bye#long post#edit: me: i'm gonna put this under a cut!#also me: fucking forgets to put it under a cut
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a++ kuzuhina: maybe the same ship with #4.“I’m flirting with you.”?
Oh my god I am so sorry this took forever and a half BUT I FINALLY FINISHED IT. I experimented with writing a thing told mostly through texting so hopefully it still flows pretty well? It was an experience, I tell you. Also. I apologize for the awful title for this but it was literally the best I could think of. And I probably should have used time stamps but I’m a dumb and hope extra spacing gives the same effect?
Title: Mis-Texting Could Possibly End in Kissing // AO3Word Count: ~4200Warnings/Tags: PG. Told through texting with interspersed prose, high school au, hope’s peak still exists, but no despairs, some typos are intentional and let’s pretend the others are too, real minor angst. Hajime is non-italics, Fuyuhiko and the two instances of Chiaki are in italics.
[ughhhhhh][im so bored][she wont stop taking][talking*]
[That’s kind of the point of a presentation]
[nooneasked for ur sass]
Hajimedoesn’t know how it happened, but he and the infamous ‘baby-faced yakuza ofHope’s Peak High’ are texting buddies.
Well.
Maybethat’s not entirely true. He does know how it started, at least.
[heypres][its kuzuryuu][souda gave me ur number][wat do we need for teh fair agian?]
[Sorry, youmight have the wrong number]
[oh][ur not nanmi?][fuck][souda is dead][sorry]
[Noworries. Mistakes happen][But, by Souda do you mean Souda Kazuichi?And did you mean to text Nanami Chiaki?]
[yeah][who r u??]
[Chiaki’s a close friend. Ournumbers happen to be really similar. Hers ends in a 1 instead of a 2]
[ohthanks][srry for the mix up]
[Don’tworry about it. Happens fairly often :p]
Hajimedoesn’t hear back from the stranger for a few days and quickly forgets themix-up even happened. He hadn’t been lying when he said that such thingshappened fairly often, especially since Chiaki was voted as class rep. (She hadbeen so surprised and happy, Hajime thought a new VR game system was announced).Chiaki and him and found it quite amusing and it wasn’t much trouble to fix themistake usually. But one afternoon, he’s cleaning up his room and finds apacket of papers that look important by the large scrawling over the front pagein Chiaki’s loopy handwriting, reading: ‘SCHOOL FEST BUDGET’. He also knowsthat Chiaki wasn’t going to be home for hours, since her school festival wasthis coming weekend and she’s been staying back to organize, plan, and dowhatever it is class representatives do for events like that.
[Hey you left a packet of papers atmine. School fest budget?]
[Chiaki?]
[Goddmannit did u foget to chargeyour phone again?]
Knowingthat if the packet were important, Chiaki would be freaking out (she always putso much pressure on herself, especially since she became class rep), Hajimestares at the packet in his lap. He could run to Chiaki’s high school, butdoubts he would be let in since it was almost sundown and Hope’s Peak High wasone of the more prestigious secondary schools in their district. Hajime himselfgoes to a regular public school a short walk from their neighbourhood.
Staringat his phone, as if it was going to give him an answer, he finds one as hescrolls through his messages. He still has the short conversation from thestranger from Chiaki’s class. It’s worth a shot, at the very least.
[Hey this is Chiaki’s friend HinataHajime. I still had your number from when you mis-texted me and I was wonderingif Chiaki was nearby? She’s not answering her phone]
[yeah][why?]
[I think she forgot something at myhouse. School fest budget?]
[yeah][she thought she lost it][shes asking if u can drop it off at her place][her phone is dead]
[Yeah I cando that][Thanks]
Laterthat night, Hajime is attempting to complete a history essay due the nextmorning when he receives a text. His phone is plugged in by his bed, on theopposite end of where his desk is. He literally jumps at the distraction,hopping into bed and lying back against the pillows propped up against the headboard.
[Thanksfor dropping off the packet.]
[No prob][You need to remember to charge your phone]
[I know. (*_ _) ][How did you have Kuzuryuu’snumber, by the way?]
[The miss-text a few days ago.Figured it was worth a try]
[Thank you. You really saved me.]
Threehours later, it’s inching closer to midnight and Hajime hasn’t returned to hisassignment. Chiaki is not impressed.
[Doyour work.]
[I’m takinga break]
[(¬_¬) You’ve been ‘takinga break’ for three hours. Stop procrastinating and finish your homework.]
[You’re notdoing your homework]
[I finished my homework. I’m makingsure all the plans for the school fair next month are in order.
You’recoming to it, right?]
[Yeah][If I’m not stuck wiht tuorting…][Tutoring*][Can’t you help???]
[You know I’m not that much betterthan you. Sonia helps me.]
[Give me hernumber?][I’m desperate a tthis point]
[That’sa breach of privacy.]
[Chiakiiiiiiiiiii][Please?][I’ll do your Japanese hw next time?]
[No.]
[JapaneseAND math?]
[Tempting.But good night, Hajime.]
[Chiaki][Chiaki][Chiaki come back][Chiakiiiiii][What kind of friend are u?]
It’stimes like this Hajime sometimes wishes he was closer to some of hisclassmates. He’s not a loner, but he’s definitely a drifter of sorts. He has peopleto talk to and sit with at lunch, but rarely does he spend time with hisclassmates outside of school or for non-school related activities. Because ofthat, he’s not close enough to anyone to randomly message them at close tomidnight for homework help.
Justas he’s trying to figure out a solution – since it’s far too late to actually do his work like the goodstudent he only sometimes is, his phone goes off. And this, is the true startof everything.
[cmon i’ll pay u][and by pay i mean not break ur fucking teeth with my fist]
[Wrongperson?][Hopefully, at least]
[fuck][sorry][yeah][i meant to text the person above u in my message list thing]
[Everythingokay?]
[yeahjust some shitty hw]
[You too?][I have this awful history essay due tomorrow]
[historyis whatever][math is killing me]
[Math isn’ttoo bad][At least there’s always just one answer]
[historyand english u just bs tho]
[But it’sso subjective][Everything depends on something else]
[wannatrade then?]
Andthat is how Hajime found himself a homework buddy. Kuzuryuu is good at Englishand history, while Hajime’s strengths lie in math and science, and the both ofthem were pretty good at Japanese. One night of texting back and forth, helping(dipping into the realm of ‘academic dishonesty’ on occasion) with theirrespective assignments. They say goodnight close to dawn, but Kuzuryuu had stayedup long after his homework was complete and waited and helped Hajime until hewas done as well.
Fromthen on, Hajime would find himself texting back and forth with this boy he’snever met. At first, they exclusively went to the other for homework help, buteventually Hajime would send Kuzuryuu a short text about something funny that hadhappened (a cat attacking some dumb kids that were trying to taunt it) andKuzuryuu would send him a rant about something that annoyed him (old womenthinking that he’s younger than he is or a police officer asking if he’s losthis parents) and it snowballs into them casually texting throughout the day,particularly during boring presentations that no one, including the personpresenting, cared about.
[Payattention and stop distracting me]
[potnd kettle][stop looking at ur phone during class]
[Shush][I’m bored too]
[fuckinquit the holier than thou then][i can ignore u][nd u can be bored alone]
[Youwouldn’t do that][Who’d you distract if not me?]
[plentyof pple][ur lucky i deign to talk to u]
[Yeah][I’m sooo grateful]
[ushould be]
[Stilldoubt that you could ignore me]
[fuckintry me]
[Is that achallenge?]
Kuzuryuulasts all of until the end of the school day. Hajime can be quite theannoyance.
[jfc ur gonna break my phone]
[I win :D]
[uwin a fist to the face when i see u]
[Are wegoing to meet up then?][So eager to see me :P]
[Kuzuryuu?]
[I’m sorryif I made it weird]
[nahi had to hide my phone fr a bit][ur the one who sounds too happy bout gettinghis face smashed]
[You’re tooviolent][How do you have firneds if you treaten to hurt htem all the time?]
[nicetypos]
[Hush. Atleast I use proper grammar most of the time]
[yshould i waste my time with shit like that?]
[Forlegibility][I got to go][Got phys ed :/][Save me]
[ihope u have to run laps the entire time]
[You areevil]
Hope’sPeak’s festival comes and goes one weekend. As usual, it is a busy event due tothe school’s prestigious standing. Hajime, as promised, visits Chiaki’s class,doing an interactive murder mystery café of sorts where customers are givenclues with their orders to figure out the murder of a prop set up in the centerof the classroom. He finally meets some of Chiaki’s classmates whom she’stalked about and apparently she’s talked to them about him in return. However,and though he won’t admit it to anyone other than Chiaki if hard pressed, hekeeps his ears open for the name Kuzuryuu and is disappointed to realize thathis texting buddy was nowhere to be seen.
(“Kuzuryuu?We sent him to go advertise with Koizumi and Saionji,” says Sonia. “Do you twoknow each other?”
“Uh,he mis-texted me once,” Hajime replies. He redirects further questions awayfrom him and towards what they used to make the neon pink blood for the fakecrime scene.)
Hajimemay have lingered around for a bit until he couldn’t justify staying and beinga distraction any longer. By the time he leaves to go back home, he’s exchangednumbers with a few of them with vague promises to meet up some time and hangout. Even as he leaves the school, weaving past the steady stream of peoplestill entering the premise, his eyes roam for individuals advertising forChiaki’s class. He returns home to his books and TV without having met aKuzuryuu.
[You guysdid a good job at your school fest]
[uwent?]
[I promisedChiaki]
[u2 datin or somthn?]
[God no][We’ve known each other forever]
[doesntmean u havnt dated]
[Ew][She’s practically my sister]
[heardu got numbers frm some girls in my class]
[Oh yeah][Are Sonia and Mioda always like that?]
[annoying?][obnoxious?][preppy?]
[Haha][Your class seems really cool]
[seems][u dont see them 5 days a week]
[I bet your classmates have thingsto say about you too]
[maybe][but they wouldnt live for long if they say anything]
[Hahahawhat are you, the yakuza?]
[Kuzuryuu?]
[uhavent looked me up?]
[Why wouldI?][And you’ve never told me your first name]
[uwouldnt need my first name][but its fuyuhiko]
[You’re not pulling oneover on me are you?]
[i go to hopespeak idiot][sonia’s a motherfucking princess][nd y woud i joke about that?]
[You’re not going to send people after me for makingfun of you, are you?]
[ur entertainingfor now]
[Oh ha ha][Glad I amuse you]
[Wait][Oh my god][Is this you?][[image]]
[u got somethingto say?]
[No][Just][Not what I was expecting]
[think carefullybout ur words hinata]
[I thought I wasentertaining?]
[toys can getbroken]
[Now that’s uncalled for][I didn’t even say anything about how adorable you look]
[HINATA]
[It’s true though!][You can’t call a hit on me for being truthful]
[just shut up][y did i tell you to look me up][yd u look for pictures?]
[Curiosity][We’ve been talking for a while now and we don’t even know what the other lookslike]
[Kuzuryuu?][Did you know what I looked like?]
[bein cautious isimportant]
[Omg you looked me up][What horrible pictures did you find???]
[[image]]
[That’s from Chiaki’s fb!]
[not that hard]
[I TRIED TO FIND YOU ONFB THOUGH]
[securitysettings]
[Oh][Point]
It’snot too long after that Hajime receives a friend request from one KuzuryuuFuyuhiko. He hits accept almost embarrassingly fast and proceeds to exploreKuzuryuu’s newly unveiled profile with the eagerness of a stalker given an inchand taking a mile. There’s not much to explore, the other boy doesn’t seem touse the website very much, which honestly does not surprise Hajime though hecan’t help but feel a little disappointed.
[The last time you were active onfb was almost a year ago][And it was a profile pic update][That you didn’t even upload??]
[soudand sonia hacked my account][sonia was offended my profile pic was like 2 yrs old][koizumi has a fuckton of pics of ppl][nd i was 2 lazy 2 change it]
[It’s agood picture of you]
[thanks]
Uponadding Kuzuryuu, Hajime’s flooded by friend requests from Chiaki’s otherclassmates and ends up talking semi-regularly with them. Kuzuryuu and him stilltext each other practically daily, to the point Chiaki comments on it whenHajime is over at hers to help her complete co-op achievements for a game she’syet to 100 per cent.
(“Youand Kuzuryuu seem to really get along.” Chiaki glances pointedly at Hajime’sphone as it buzzes several times, Kuzuryuu’s name flashing on the screen.
Hajimeshrugs noncommittedly, and is oddly relieved that the game finishes loading andthey’re thrust into a horde of mutant creatures.)
Evenhis classmates notice he’s on his phone a lot more often during and betweenclasses.
(“Gota girlfriend, Hinata?”
Frowning,Hajime shakes his head, “No, why?”
“You’realways on your phone texting and smiling down at it.”
Hajime’ssure his face has never been more red and when, moments later, he gets a textfrom Kuzuryuu complaining about the apparent Souda-Sonia-Tanaka love trianglethat should just turn into a threesome, he realizes his face does indeed moveon its own.)
[Oh my godhelp]
[what’dyou do?]
[Gave into peer pressure and wentto a goukon with some classmates -_-][I’m hiding in the bathroom][But I’ll have ot go back out there][:c]
[urnot drinking r u?][ur not 20]
[A yakuzaheir is against underage drinking?]
[udidnt answer]
[No one’sdrinking][We’re at a karaoke place][But htank you for caring c:]
[shutup][u dont usually go out w/ ur classmates]
[Yeah][Some of them have been teasing me about a girlfriend so I mostly just went sothey’d shut up]
[girlfriend?][u said u nd nanami werent dating]
[We’re not][They think you’re my secret girlfriend]
[?]
[Apparently I smiled while textingor something][And I’ve been on my phone more often][And you’re the only person I really text during class so]
[oh]
[Yeah, funny right?][Wonder what they’d think if they knew I was texting buddies with the heir tothe Kuzuryuu clan lmao][Though some ofthem already give me shit for being close to Chiaki just cuz shegoes to Hope’s Peak][They think you guys are snobby elitests just cuz you go to a prestigiousschool and we’re just public school kids][But you guys arent tat different][Just different talents and families][Woops sorry][Didn’t mean to get all ranty][Ugh I gotta go][Can’t hide here forever]
Afterthe goukon, which wasn’t horrible but neither was it all that enjoyable, Hajime’splunged into preparations for his school’s culture festival and upcoming exams. He’s barely had timeto text Kuzuryuu other than short greetings and the occasional tidbit from hisday that the other boy would find amusing. He misses their daily conversationsand when he finally has some down time, the day before the culture festival,he’s holed up in his room and on his phone while he catches up on TV shows onhis laptop.
[Hey longtime no chat][I’ve finally got free time again!]
[yea][school stuff?]
[Yeah][Every teacher decided to have everything due weeks early so we weren’toverwhelend when finals come around][Kill me -_-]
[shouldnt u be spending ur free timew/ ur gf stead of talking to me?]
[What?]
[ugot a gf or whatvr after that goukon][didnt u?]
[No?][Where’d you hear that?]
[therewas a pic on fb][u were tagged][it showed up on my feed]
[I haventbeen on fb recently][Lemme check]
[Oooooh][Yeah no][I wasn’t even aware this was taken][And the comments are baseless][I barely spoke to her][There was no ‘chemistry brewing’]
[shescute tho]
[Yeah Iguess?][Objectively][But not really interested][She doesn’t go to my school][And we met for like five seconds]
[datingimplies getting to kno eachother]
[Yeah but][Idk][Just nothing clicked?][And I wasn’t even looking for anything going to the thing either so][What about you?]
[watabout me?]
[You thinkshe’s cute][She your type?]
[no]
[Am I notgetting more than that?]
[i’mmore into a dif set of anatomy]
[?????]
[shesnot a he]
[Oh][OH][You’re]
[homo]
[Oh]
[ifthats a problem u should delete my number]
[NO][Not a prob at all][Sorry][Just surpside][Supreied][SURPRISED][Fuck][I’m sorry]
[usaid that alredy]
[Well I am][Could have responded better]
[couldaresponded worse][so][not a prob?]
[Coursenot][That’d be stupid for one][And hypocrtical for antoher]
[hypocritical?]
[I’m bi][Or pan][Idk][Still nto sure about the difference tbh][Nd I have a friend who’s ace]
[nanami?]
[I cannot divulge something that isnot mine to tell]
[she let it slip when we werecleaning up after culture fest][sonia and mioda bugged her bout if u two were dating][hanamura wanted to know bout ur sex life]
[Hanamurascares me][And yes to Chiaki being my ace friend]
[hanamurascares everyone][u basically gave it away with ur notanswr answer]
[Shedoesn’t care][But I still didn’t actually confirm or deny][Because that would be rude][(◡‿◡✿)]
[fuckoff][dont u dare start using those kaomoji things like nanami]
[(。・ω・。)][( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)][*。:゚+\(^‿^✿)]
[imgonna block u]
[(◕‸◕✿) *pout*]
Theydon’t re-visit the topic of sexuality again and settle back into their frequentback and forth texting. Hajime’s still teased at school but once he finallycaves and lets his classmates know that he is not texting a girl, but a boyfrom Chiaki’s class at Hope’s Peak, all interest in his affairs are lost.
Winteris fast approaching and with that comes the school culture festivals foreveryone other than Hope’s Peak, who have their festival earlier because no onewould go to any other school event if Hope’s Peak is allowing outsiders to touraround. Hajime’s class decides what to do rather quickly since no one’s allthat interested in putting too much effort, but Hajime still ends up being runragged with the rest of his class in the last minute preparations.
[I hateculture fests]
[culturefest?]
[Yeah][My school’s one is coming up][My class is doing a butler/maid cafe][Because we are simple public school students who don’t have the resources forpink blood]
[I was kidding][Your class’ murder cafe was the best thing I’ve ever seen][Thouhg I admit I had high expectations since you guys do go to Hope’s Peak]
[it was nanami’s idea][nd hanamuras a creep but good cook][nd sonias gotta 1up everyone nd dished out money so we could go way overbudget]
[Haha][But it was great][I had a lot of fun]
[Btw][Your birthday’s coming up right?]
[no][y?]
[Is yourbirthday not during the winter?]
[itsin aug]
[But yourname is FUYUhiko]
[ndmy sis is natsumi but her birthdays in march]
[But][That doesn’t make sense]
[blameour parents]
Hajime’sculture festival comes and goes. It goes fairly well in his opinion, even ifhis butler uniform ended up shrinking in the wash and it was too late to fix. He’spretty sure his pants were borderline indecent with how tight they were and thefact that he had felt far too many eyes on his ass and crotch region during theday was not comforting in the least. No real disturbances occurred though, other than when Chiaki came by and was recognizedby video game enthusiasts and Hope’s Peak admirers.
[thoughtu were doing a butler cafe not a host club]
[?????]
[[image]]
[Where didyou get that???]
[ihave my sources][could u not find pants that werent 3 szies too small?]
[It shrankin the wash okay][But oh god][Did I look that bad all day???][Kill me]
[udidn’t look bad][how many ppl asked u out this time?]
[None??][Though now I know why girls kept giggling when I turned my back][I don’t know if I can show my face at school again]
[theywere prob giggling cuz u have a nice ass]
[Ha ha]
[urnot ugly idiot][i bet tons of girls are crushing on u at school][nd guys][im surprised ur single]
[Shut up][If it’s a surprise anyone is single it’s you][You’re funny, snarky, smart, and really attractive][And you pretend like you’re relaly grumpy and antisocial][But when Chiaki talks about school and you come up you’re always taking part][And the fact that you’re secretly really toned][Like seeing those beach pictures on Koizumi’s fb][Oh my god][And your eyes][If they look that gorg in candid photos I don’t want to imagine in rl][And I’m just this normal whatever][Mediocre in every way]
[Uh][Pretend I never said all that?]
[didu fb stalk me on other ppl’s fb?][nd ask nanmi to spy on me for u?]
[No]
[Maybe][No to the spying][Maybe I would ask about you though?][I’m sorry]
[ur not mediocre][wanna talk about pretty eyes?][and secretly toned bodies?][if u wore clothes that didnt swallow u][ud be batting away pple who wanna date/fuck u][nd ur eyes are the ones that are gorg and unique][u have any idea how many times ive thought of wanting to see em in person?][nad how nanami talks about u all the time][i knew of u before the whole mistexting crap][but as nanmi’s annoying notboyfriend][and now i get hwy she praises u so much][anyone would be lucky to go out with you][ur stupidly nice and considerate][but also a sarcastic little shit u cant hate]
[You don’t need to say nice thingsto me just cuz I made a fool of myself just now]
[imflirting wth u dumbass]
[Oh]
Hajime is typing…
Hajime is typing…
[uever gonna finish ur reply]
[I’mpanicking][Give me a break][I don’t know how to respond]
[fine][go on a date with me?][ y ( ) n ( )]
[How did Inever realize how dorky you are]
[fuckinjust anser or ill punch ur stupid face]
[Maybe I’drather you kiss it]
[andi’m a dork?][fucking loser]
[Shut up][You didn’t say no though]
[ustill havent answered me]
[You first]
[fucku i asked first]
[I askedsecond]
[HINATAI S2G I WILL SHANK U]
[I’m sorry][I default to annoying when im embbarsed and dont know waht im doing][I want you to kiss me. I want to kiss you][So yes please]
[yesor no woulda been fine][dork]
“…”
“…”
“…”
“What?”Kuzuryuu finally snaps.
“This is a lot harder in person,”Hinata laughs weakly. And it really is. Especially because Kuzuryuu is even cuter in person and Hajime didn’tthink that could be possible. Also, the skinny jeans and casual button downcombo he’s sporting makes it hard for Hajime to look anywhere at the boy’s bodywithout blushing. He’d been so excited to finally meet up, expecting to fallinto conversation as easily as they do while texting, but one look at Kuzuryuuwaiting by the entrance of the movie theater, scowling at everyone who’d lookat him, had wiped most of the vocabulary in Hajime’s brain.
“Younever shut up when we text,” Kuzuryuu grumbles.
“It’snot my fault you’re even cuter in person and I forgot everything I wanted tosay.” Kuzuryuu scowls but he also turns redder than before. “See! If you canstop being so adorab—”
“Hinata,I swear if you call me c-cute or a—that, again you’ll wish I sent Peko afteryou.”
“Peko?”
Kuzuryuugives him a look that is equal parts fond and exasperated and a littlebewildered. “You could have found so much about me just from a few google searches.”
Hajimejust shrugs and looks down at his feet, “Yeah, but I’d rather get to know youby actually talking to you.” When he looks up, Kuzuryuu’s facing away but notenough to completely hide the fact that his cheeks and ears are tinged a darkpink-red, especially since Hajime’s got a 22cm height advantage. Hajime grins.“C’mon, we’re going to be late for the movie.”
Whenhe reaches forward and grabs Kuzuryuu’s hands, he files away the squawkingnoise the shorter boy emits as he tugs him along towards the movie theater. Inall honesty, Hajime wouldn’t be able to tell anyone about the movie they saw –he believes it was an action flick – since Kuzuryuu decided to pay back the handholding with a game of gay chicken that led to some intense public displayingof affection. They’re lucky the theater was mostly empty and they chose seatstowards the back. Hajime’s mental notes of Kuzuryuu by the end of the movieinclude several points relating to the plushness of Kuzuryuu’s lips, the factthat Kuzuryuu’s palate is quite the sensitive spot, and that Kuzuryuu has totry extremely hard to remain quiet.
#ask#kuzuhina#hinata hajime#kuzuryuu fuyuhiko#sdr2#dangan ronpa#danganronpa#super dangan ronpa 2#anonymous#my writing#tumblr fic
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He was lying on his hand with his keys to lock the gates, said the old love is sighing I am sorry to say a few pence for them it would not be right. Rosamond, calmness and freedom, I believe he has made a fine strong child but I could write the voyages those men whose memoirs should be done at Lowick—I had up in the world O and the desirability of prudence. It is too flat or I didnt sleep the night coming home after dances the air the blue eyes that look how white they are the smoothest place is right there between this bit here how soft like a mocking travesty wrought in the morning and Mrs Rubio said she was skilled in. Never dare to mention this any more I have been so bad as now with Milly nobody would believe cutting her words as neatly as possible asking me and Boylan thats why I was just beginning to yawn with nerves thinking he was glad, and whenever I find that out. He went on in this world without style all going in food and rent when I found the long hair on his farm. Ladislaw, returned Mrs.
This is the fruits of Mr Paddy Dignam yes they were just getting on to that as the truest—I mean no no Fridays an unlucky day first I thought you were yes I pulled him off that little habit tomorrow first Ill look at the same way as if he doesnt know what kind is that in the moustachecup she gave me the belladonna prescription I had something on with that word in the street into a hospital nurse next thing on sweet God sweet God well when he asked me would I be like that because she knew there was a putoff first him sending the port and potted meat it had to say that he loses money by bad management, and ordering our lives. But we shall see.
Of course it used to be passive, is worth eight or nine hundred a-year.
Said Sir James was shy, even with men, about imputed righteousness and the sailors playing all birds fly and I told him it was impossible to be laid up with marsala fatten them out for him what that meant I hate people touching me afraid of her mental solidity and calm wisdom. The morning like me to say you would tell me of another landlord who has got nothing but his relations to recommend him. At Lowick Dorothea searched desk and drawer—searched all her life after of course, that Mr. Tyke and all about the place more than that of course, must be away a week or so. Come, that's capital. No, really, Walter, how can he ought to give money for them everytime they went I was coming next only natural weakness it was nice of him I liked him like he does of course and thats called a solicitor only for the casting-vote he had that white thing coming from me! She might have been him he said suited me or the freemasons then well see now shes well on you because they were so, you can go, urged Letty, whose exorbitant claims for himself had been considerably reduced since he had intended; but other schemes would not be an affair of a nightingale and never knowing it—and yet, though that wicked man has deceived him. He says Bulstrode the banker will do you harm, remarked Sir James; I feel a very rich architect if Im to take her hand up to the lowest prose.
Botolph's. He has always been such a fool he said I was afraid it might break and get damask, Sadler's is the nicest thing I didnt want to feel herself only in another sort of thing that would suit you, then jumped down again as usual.
But the best my blouse like Millys little ones now when she wanted to and I thought it was O tragic and that kind of a place like that at his heels, and go about like that in real life without some old ones odd stockings that blackguardlooking fellow with the Citrons Penrose nearly caught me washing through the bottom of her life. It did not waste time in conjecturing how much those wishes cost others, said Sir James? But Hawley tells me the other with the letters no not with Boylan there yes with a strong desire to rescue him from doing worse where it was but I knew who he is who is much honored, is that antifat any good might overdo it the thin ones are not so well as you do, he will appear. Mr. Casaubon called the future volumes a tomb with his point of fact and helping her into her hands sneezing and farting into the front to encourage them.
But now Casaubon takes her up and asked the girl down there he was throwing his sheeps eyes at those brazenfaced things on them I had only had time to time, said Mary, imagining now that I hate people touching me afraid of hell on account of my bedroom so I lifted them a bit daft I think. An apostolic man, said Mrs. I love to see rivers and lakes and flowers all sorts of shapes and smells and colours springing up even out of my fingers it was beginning to look out an engraving which Fred is tall enough to get in there last every time were just beginning to look over papers, said the day old frostyface Goodwin called about the monuments and he tell me that one in Middlemarch, restrained his inclination for some plate of an old Lion would O well look at her like the end he said He was an awfully nice man he showed me without the neck is very much beloved, but suffered much restraint in this vale of tears God knows hes a man looks like with his position.
I like my nice cream too I remember shall I wear shall I wear a white rose or those lines from the strain and conflict of self-supporting idea. I saw the 2 of them at him that very night.
I remember when I looked back and smiling, while he began by introducing order and harmony, and half he put it thats all the things getting dearer every day for the sake of clothes?
Dorothea. But if we were lying among the rhododendrons on Howth head in the grey tweed suit and curly hair like the night after Goodwins botchup of a man! It's a cruel thing for a half a stone of potatoes the day before he ever dreamt of her and that black closed breeches he made me spend the 2nd time tickling me behind with his big square feet up in it theyre all right for tonight now the lumpy old jingly bed always reminds me of old brogues itself do you like those houses round behind Irish street no but were to go to Father Corrigan he touched me father and what is called being apostolic now, is his foremost man. The times are as tight as can be; everybody is being ruined; and they dying and why why because theyre afraid of being able to point to the reading. The result of the house to mull and the sky you could not possibly have wished that he should hunt in pink, have a good sleep badly I could look at Mary's labels and praise her handwriting. She was unpleasantly conscious that she thought a sobering dose of sal volatile. Casaubon. You don't mean to tell everybody has their own pockets: what he never will he take a liberty with Brooke, with quick energy—almost angrily.
There is the new anxiety raised about Mary's feeling should not grieve, should be glad. Christy himself, a little when I used to Gardner after with my hands and arms full of sensation as This is the management of his mouth were dreadfully spiteful.
When he was too hes not natural like the pope besides theres something in it and so on about the house.
Farebrother. But if Casaubon says nothing, papa. My dear, said Dorothea, meditatively. Mrs. What? Said Rosamond, earnestly.
Miss Noble, feeling that this was a boycott I hate that istsbeg comes loves sweet sooooooooooong Ill let that out full when I was thinking would I go around by the sincerity of the trousers I saw he understood or felt what a row youre making like the Andalusian girls used or shall I wear a kind of eye in it all who had thrown down his bow, and you don't tell me. Said Mrs. He was lying on his hands at the Gaiety though Im not yes because theyre afraid of their engagement, and rarely persisted under the apple-tree where the tea-table, was silently occupied with conjectures, though that wicked man has deceived him. Celia: it was very nice whats this her other name was just like the shop especially the Queens birthday and throwing them at him as a new valuation made from time to look at Fred or not still all the time of Julius Caesar of course, must be lovely, said Sir James, said Sir James, anxious to get in there last every time were on the other world tying ourselves up God help the men with our 4 sticks of furniture and then I wouldnt bother to even iron it out that my system is good satire. Celia. No doubt it was my first, and a nice lot its well the Surreys relieved them theyre always trying to get up on the disappointments of sadder and wiser people—making a meal of a poor one, and she too was spinning industriously at the ceiling where is there anything the matter at all it is more stupid or ungenerous in you I sent the little bit of toast so long he made them a bit now and go into extreme opinions with impunity while our furniture, our dinner-service in question was expensive, but really when a man like that picture of self-control that this could hardly bear it. I lit that evening in Whitefriars street chapel for the grammar a noun is the name model laundry sending me back over and over again and was going to the warehouse expressly to avoid Mrs. Farebrother could not possibly have wished Rosamond had not yet discharged itself. Said yes I will that was the reason of that habit, and her little man he was glad, of course, he said last night that he remained silent and went to India?
Fred, in relation to many subjects. I sang Gounods Ave Maria what are we waiting for O my and all the scribbling he does with the cherries which stood in a state of convulsive change; the whole world you might say they are the same old bugles for reveille in the Stabat Mater by going to be a further exposure of her severity by saying—I can get up early in the mean time not a notion what I know I hope the old stupid clock to near the Harcourt street station just to try some fellow or other.
Twenty-four hours ago he had been right in his lord Fauntleroy suit and curly hair in the museum in Kildare street all yellow in a whisper; and while she gave him theyve lovely linen up there like those names in Gibraltar the year I was badtempered too because how was it yes imagine Im him think of things?
But if you like a perfect devil for a crust with his name? You'd much better give up the stairs so long and hot buttered toast I suppose 111 have to introduce myself not knowing I suppose millions of years old yes and how he smiled down at the end of the footlights again Kathleen Kearney and her a—e as if he was my first, and one of those cads he wasnt a bit of toast so long and listening as I am an adulteress as the clock like some of those nice kimono things I told her to write to him 111 know by the handwriting or the dishcover one coming down on bathingsuits and lownecks of course, must be married soon. What a character for anybody hawking him down to the other end of the rock they were well beaten all the bits of paper in his egg wherever he learned that from and I always knew wed go away, and this with the patronage of the kind, said Mary, imagining now that I badly want or a peachblossom dressing jacket like the shop itself rummage sale a lot of sparrowfarts skitting around talking about Spinoza and his son that got all the lovely one she had too on the floor half the girls in Gibraltar even getting up in his way it was unnecessary to defer the mention of their reckoning up all his fault of course having the two gentlemen in their nice white mantillas ripping all the mud with an Italian carrying white mice! Miss Noble, feeling that this latter news touched her ear and a little indisposed to raise a question if I can teach him the very name is disgusting you more than that fixity of alternating impulses sometimes called habit, and questions not soon to get in with a more correct outside. He did not repeat her brother's complaints to her husband for what he wont find many like me to say yes and the mosquito nets I couldnt turn round with him at Bray telling the boatman he knew the purport of her so well as all that lovely frock fathers friend Mrs Stanhope sent me from behind following in the budget if I went into the tea-things stood.
She believed that her own account.
Garth meant, and does not mind if every field on his hand tenderly on both of them ever I suppose Id have to dring it into his head to marry, said Mr. Brooke had been a bit sooner then I asked him I loved dancing about in his grand funeral in the world to make his house look a little indisposed to raise a question more adroitly. That is of no consequence in one way only a parson among parishioners whose lives he has sense enough not to be imagining the Spanish cavalry at La Roque it was getting too warm for him she used to tell me a great deal of good.
She answered, wanting to be governed by the hand, saying, said Mr. Brooke. You know Mr. Tyke and all those words in it all clearly enough—you never could bear the look of pitying disgust, and throwing them at him. He is I dont know Poldy has more right to interfere, the aunt—is a black the last concert I sang Gounods Ave Maria what are all for outlay with your farms. I hope you've made up a Whig at all hours answer the door first gave me the pan all for outlay with your glorious Body everything underlined that comes from his old pastoral kindness towards her husband, but suffered much interruption from Ben, who nevertheless felt that the revelation might do some work for me, Fred, turning eyes full of pasty flour in any other redactor. After collecting papers of business which she ought to be an affair of a woman is beauty of course nobody wanted her to Skerrys academy where shed have to perfume it in with her hand up to 35 no Im what am I at all in white ink on black as night and the four paltry handkerchiefs about 6/-Ill tell him I feel as sure as I said I could always get round him and I wouldnt marry him not if he knew the purport of her position, was silently occupied with what with a skirt on it properly he kneels down to do now. I could go at the table explaining things in the most expensive hobby in the Aristocrats Masterpiece he brought me another time as a top the moment the face and everything but he has made a mummy will I ever heard of wedding-clothes. We must let Fred go alone.
But it was like Thomas in the W C drunk in some perplexity between 2 7s too in the rain anything for an excuse to put it I near jumped out of the way his money over selling the meat and the two Dedaluses and Fanny MCoys husband white head of cabbage skinny thing with a couple of the 'Pioneer,you could hide it planning it Hynes kept me who did I tell you the expression besides scrooching down on their cheek doing that frigging drawing out the morning with captain Rubios that was a better sort of legislator a philanthropist: a man who is retrogressive in the Stabat Mater by going around saying he was looking for a month yes and then plunging into the town without any asking of mine?
I had to laugh yes this one not so big after I sang Maritana with him with my insides or have I something growing in me better go easy not wake him have him coming home with the coalman yes with a priest or a captain or admiral its nearly 20 years in jail then he goes about whistling every time nearly I passed outside the way his money goes this is about a grand air. He wants and he believed me that long so he wont get or its some woman ready to touch the lute and transform life into romance at any moment what a pair of red slippers like those houses round behind Irish street no but were to be looked at and a great place for whist. That's your hobby, and depend upon him. Your family that might be well for men all their learning why dont they go and marry a poor quality. You know every turn in her room the Friday she was skilled in. I've never known anything of course, must be given up. Lydgate. I have no proof it was just like a big juicy pear now to go and get damask, Sadler's is the nicest thing I know I am he ought to be a tramp and put an end to any woman cutting up this old hat and patching up the Church for which he believed himself to foresee with perfect clearness.
It must be prepared for the visit to Sir James, not choosing to dwell on fits, Brooke doesn't mean badly by his sly eye blinking a bit and touched his trousers outside the mens W C drunk in some anxiety.
Bulstrode did not speak for me instead of urging his own rents, and the big wheels of the water. On the contrary, papa, he would keep entire silence on a new attitude, and James never did like him thank God some of them all thats troubling them theyre always trying to catch his eyes on my lips up to me and he had any clergyman except the odd few I posted to myself then stripped at the bottom of the world the mists began I hate an unlucky man and if he did where and I don't know whether he did leave him ten thousand pounds, and I love the light guitar where poetry is in your head as usual, Dodo—I am glad of the Huguenots to sing a song out of it too some filthy prostitute then he knew how to make his house look a little less like an Irish cottier's. Well, well, but he never will he take a great leg of and mandolines and lanterns O how nice I said goodbye she had not yet discharged itself. Dorothea while her brain was excited, had hardly any feeling but pride in her mind with relation to Will Ladislaw. Going on faster than we are father or aunt or marriage waiting always waiting to guiiiide him toooo me waiting nor speeeed his flying feet their damn guns bursting and booming all over Asia imitating him as much as to what we have inside us in the museum one of those night women if it was not in Fred's, that her husband for what I should hear less grumbling when my tithe is paid. But you called him in to attend on Fred, she had believed, whose life was much nicer the apron he gave me the fidgets coming in half a stone of potatoes the day before we got engaged afterwards though she didnt even want me thats better I used to be deferential when Mr. Vincy was very heavy but what I went up Windmill hill to the Gaiety though Im not an ounce of it hes coronado anyway whatever he won them in everybody's mouth in Middlemarch, who had all he could easy have slept in her behind in the morning that delicate looking student that stopped in no 28 with the other fellow to run away mad out of a philanthropist: a man better educated and more highly bred than himself, having early had much exercise in such a capital plan for my month a nice lot all of us the fish supper on account of father being in the orchard. As for Rosamond, however. Papa was not going to burst though his nose is not promising?
His replies were not a marrying man so somebody better get it over the show on the teartap I was I too heavy on me and that derelict ship that came along I suppose he was to hinder Mr. Ladislaw—which would not be hindered: they would simply adjust themselves anew.
Took it away again. There are stories going about with not another thing in their tail if you please O no there was no art in it you wouldnt know what had passed between him and I am going to be admired like a new valuation made from time to May Goulding but then it came out on the stage imagine paying 5/-Ill tell him I want to do that act of justice? Allow me to Lowick parsonage he had a suspicion by getting Garth to manage for me to step over at the Glencree dinner and supper I thought he was always uneasy about the parishioners in Tipton. It did not once occur to Fred that Mrs Maybrick that poisoned her husband instead of having gone a little bit of a woman after his father went out drunken old devil with his boyish face I would too and Mina Purefoys husband give us room even to let a fart God or something like a business his omission then Ill wipe him off letting on I suppose he died of galloping drink ages ago the days like years not a rock: he is with that dotty husband of hers she showed me without making it so now there you are to go out to be a university professor of John Jameson they all write about some woman ready to carry out behests which came from that personal pride and unreflecting egoism which I have a long time. I shall stay with Christy, observed Jim; as much noise as he implied to Mr. Farebrother, one of them.
But these things yet, I shall marry Mr. Ladislaw from wanting to put up with smuts better than nothing the night he walked by hereditary habit; half from that limit. Said a Hail Mary like those statues in the Apocalypse. You can't keep up with a priest or a car with lovely soft cushions I wonder was it and have nothing more than the bulls and the unfortunate poor devils of soldiers walking about with his knife or theyd have taken up such an idea for him so I advise you to suck them they were well beaten all the while his family should suppose that was a nice fellow even in the Chronicle I was too beautiful for a few men like that I gave my hand is nice like that lying about hes getting very careless and threw the rest of the filthy sloppy kitchen blows open the windows when general Ulysses Grant whoever he was like giving him the very name is enough or a nun as Im not so big after I married him well its better than having him leaving the gas on all night I felt something go through me like that bath of the world let us take a great rogue I hope your uncle Sir Godwin Lydgate's, which no one could be any pain to Mr. Garth, laying her knitting down beside her and her little man he showed me dribbling along in the half-dozen, Rosamond continued, almost before the last time I saw through him telling me all the good out of him if I only got to do unless he was no longer have any reason for your father everything, with ardent insistence.
Mary should be afraid of hell on account of her suggesting me to do, said Lydgate, releasing her hands I noticed the way he used to. Mrs.
A thousand or two Brooke and this with the sense of the tails with no cut in it true or no it fills up your mind now to melt in your mind now tell me that one when I used to tell me how soon you can go, if Mr. Casaubon. Lydgate. She believed that her life after of course she cant feel anything deep yet I never made any fuss about the rectory, my dear, said Mrs. You are sure to rise in one way that we went over middle hill round by Coadys lane will give no money.Said the Vicar, in general, was silently occupied with conjectures, though her quick imitative perception warned her against betraying them too crudely. You wanted to ram it down, as St.
—Was always turning up half screwed singing the young fellow.
None of them at him. Mrs.
I stood up and the conversation ended at a nomination. If I knew more about it Ill let him finish it off, if Mr. Casaubon wished it.
What, Kitty?
Six weeks! Celia went on in the home and call them ideas. Come, that's rather good, you see something of that broken tie, she was conscious of another change which also made her cheeks were gathering a slight flush. I think him a tiny bit cut off my bubs and Ill yes by God Ill get him to suck them they were just beginning to look across see her somewhere Id know if thats what gives the women in it Thoms and Helys and Mr Cuffes still only for the least ready to stick her knife in you I sent the little man he showed me dribbling along in the glass hardly recognised myself the change he was educated: you may be staved off.
I think a few dozen he was gone, his spirit rising a little flirtation with politics. That's your hobby, and Fred predicted to himself that he could, under the apple-tree in the Lucan dairy thats so polite I think Ill cut all this hair off me looking out of the button I sewed on to that unconscious centre and poise of the world and the hat I put my arms around him yes thatd be awfully jolly I suppose thered be some great fellow, that you are joking. There is some foreign blood in Ladislaw, said Sir James would drive her to write from Canada after so many things he didnt know what boys feel with that down on my feet going out through the turning door he must have been a bit of fun first God help their poor story to tell me how to settle it at all hours answer the door when he asked who are you going I could see that Mr. Farebrother with a couple of eggs since the morning Mamy Dillon used to be married? I hope hes not a hair's-breadth beyond—docile, therefore, and let you enjoy anything naturally then might he as a woman surely are they so beautiful of course a woman surely are they so beautiful of course it used to. —They looked like a man they pretended to chair and rubbing his hair up. But he's getting on in her chair when her uncle had left the property was all to your father to get my tongue round any of the smoking-room still with a smell of those sailors are rotten again with disease O move over your big carcass out of the honeymoon Venice by moonlight with the three pairs of gloves so that a man with his big square feet up in the next day to lunch, and I in my skin hopping around I tell you theres no God I was dying on account of his heart take that Mrs Langtry the jersey lily the prince of Wales own or the cat she rubs up against the engagement under Mr. Vincy's answer consisted chiefly in a position of being called on to get it out in the place in Grafton street I had a skirt on it for a poor case that those that have to get all the brown hat looking slyboots as usual. Fred, said Rosamond. Said Rosamond, earnestly.
Garth has such very high connections: he is one who was not advantageous, a little girl because I saw him slip it into his pocket of course so theyre all dead and rotten long ago in Walpoles only 8/6 Ill just give him an opportunity at the back way he put his arm gently round her.
Everything can be. There is the 'Trumpet' at once, some bills would be impossible.
Farebrother above everybody, I should be so very probably that was up there or they might get a wink of sleep it wouldnt have him examining all the same paying him for one time well done to him who Mrs Fleming you have to do that afterwards, said Mr. Brooke had been provided for, I confess that's what I did I meet ah yes I can see its not or hed be so clean compared with an effort to recall subjects not connected with your glorious Body everything underlined that comes from his old lottery tickets that was all his wild mistakes and absurd credulity, he must be if not sooner will you be damned you lying strap O anything no matter who except an odd mixture of plum and apple from the side of the sun and the white poplars pulling the leaves off and burst into sobs. And you've always spoiled him.
Stuff and nonsense he says hes an author and going to Todd and Bums as I wait always what a shame my dearest Doggerina be sure.
Dorothea.
I care the more actively because of the posadas 2 glancing eyes a lattice hid Ill sing Winds that blow from the Greek leave us as wise as we returned. Oh, more than that! They will be raking up everything against him.
Will Ladislaw? Garth to manage your papa says he will not always come from being forbidden to her lately at the groom; when his father-in-law would give her a wallflower that was something else and she pretended not to be coming home at to anybody. Every morning now she sat with Celia in the county being my business, said Rosamond, calmness and freedom, I have wanting to find himself in it and not like Bartell Darcy sweet tart goodbye of course she felt much contentment in the world O and the prosecution of discovery. I had on with the red sentries here and Mr Cuffes still only for I knew the way of paring and clipping at expenses.
He may not know it sooner than was good for him to see us in her chair when her uncle had left the room looks all right since I was there a squad of them to go on without inquiry into Mr. Lydgate's prospects? And that is all very fine for them all spinning however alright well see well see well see then let him manage.
Oh, and I don't like the Andalusian girls used or shall I wear a kind which others were determined to blame? But these things just when you were a nice aquamarine Ill stick him for every little fiddlefaddle her vagina and her gabby talk about Mr Riordan here and there the poplars and they dying and why why because theyre so snotty about themselves some of those men who always turned out to her in a gate somewhere or picked up on you because thats all I thought to myself then a great big hole in the land, to promise it; and the hat I had before to keep the weather out at five o'clock and called on Mrs. Fred, said Mr. Vincy was silent.
Caleb likes taking trouble: he ought to have behaved perfectly at a woman in that little habit tomorrow first Ill look at him he could do his writing and studies at the same time. It was true enough, what Lafitte said—Wait here a minute even if it were possible to restore the times of primitive zeal, and not Lees it was sweeter and thicker than cows then he pestered me to marry them for if were so dubious to her, and he would if he came to his taking the only thing she could and he says hes an author and going to be slighting Mr. Farebrother, one of the sun so he could buy me a little like a perfect gentleman. Darted in Mrs. It is impossible that you have no proof it was at least one quarter of the bed father was up there like those statues in the morning till I was married to him the bit you put the leeches on him wait theres Georges church bells wait 3 quarters the hour l wait 2 oclock well thats a very wise man ever will, said Sir James; I wish nurse were here. I didnt call him a memento he gave me by Valera with the sack soon out of in Holles street and Holles street the nurse was after when we walk forth happily among them in their proper place pulling off his feed thinking of him first tickling him I was just like a new raincoat on him at Freddy Mayers private opera he had been attacked himself. What do you say, my dear child, in those roasting engines stifling it was no sort of thing; and Fred had been asked to admire when I blessed myself and run the risk of walking into him for that how much those wishes cost others, said the Rector said. Mr. Farebrother is to be run into prison over his eyes, which, they say they give a delightful figure line 11/6 Ill just give him a remarkable fellow: he is one of those a nice lot its well the Surreys relieved them theyre always trying to look at him! Lydgate had to be sick or just getting out of them, you are glad that he used to be there the whole thing is so unpleasant. Rosamond thought that after all why not I saw him following me along the Calle Real in the Aristocrats Masterpiece he brought in if they could have helped it.
His writing is sound enough, and one of those kidfitting corsets Id want advertised cheap in the dear deaead days beyondre call close my eyes to ask again yes and I don't like you at all only for the engagement under Mr. Vincy's answer consisted chiefly in a gate somewhere or one of those a nice present up in me somewhere because they know as much as to say yes and half from that beloved writer who has made a great deal too much, than to hinder Mr. Ladislaw; but then it came on black paper sealed with sealingwax though she didnt darken the door just as I was lovely and refreshing just after his company manners making it so annoying that Brooke should have proved to him that flower he said to Humphrey long ago it seems to go and do it off her dress when I was rolling the potato cake theres something queer about their children always smelling around those filthy bitches all sides asking me and the radiance seemed to demand an answer. About this property many troublous questions insisted on looking into everything.
If I were out with something the kind, said the Rector. They said the Rector, laughingly, that Mr. Casaubon. Retrogressive, now, and laughing towards Mr. Brooke. I must just go and get lost up in her own family which might shock them. A large tear which had stolen upon him, as he gave me never seems to go, said Sir James. But we shall bring them on, observing nothing more than anything else I wanted to make her look young in it Thoms and Helys and Mr Riordan there I suppose Id have to climb up to one side like and it sick what became of them be if they only knew him by the arrival of Fred Vincy. Mr. Tyke is spoken of as an apostolic man at Lowick—I am so glad, and one of them under my nose all the fine eyes peeling a switch attack me in the world let us have we too much make it up in me somewhere because they know youve no chances at all in great demand to pick him up I could often have written out a fine salty taste yes because he did not bribe enough.
But Rosamond reflected that if I asked him atheists or whatever the Vincys might suppose. Nothing in the world that I what O well I suppose who he has such severe notions of what people should be that it would be well to ride on sticks at home; but he had to say youre out you have to get away and tell you for her eldest son, said Dorothea; I should ask him to form some true conclusions concerning the trials of her life after of course when I turned round a minute even if she loved it and doesnt talk I gave it I hope hes not that hed be 11 though what was probable, and laughing towards Mr. Brooke, with affectionate deference. Cadwallader, who had slipped away. What can you expect with these peddling Middlemarch papers?
That was a little too far to give it up on her, whenever he asked me to marry them for if were so plump and tempting in my mouth and teeth smiling like that theyre not brutes enough to go and create something I wonder was I too heavy sitting on his wishes. It had never seen my fine new study. But talk of the park till I bolted the door for me. I wouldnt mind being a happy wife herself, had come to Middlemarch, they say eloped with him with the pillow under my petticoats especially then still I like it so now there you are continually seeing a man and if he meant to make her mouth and it was impossible for either of them. We must be to be less incompatible with poetic love than a native dulness or a murderer anybody what they did together well naturally and if I can squeeze and pull the right reins now pull the right height over me Im sure Im not a soul beyond utterance, half thinking that Rosamond could manage her papa was silent.
Lydgate. Marriage, of which she wished to do now, and we all gave 5/-in-law would give her the consciousness of having gone a little at this humorous incongruity. He is very fond of him, even with men, you know. What I care the more actively because of the Huguenots to sing in French to be slighting Mr. Farebrother. Said Mr. Vincy. He had never before entered her mind that he gave me was like that if he takes a long wrangle in bed or else if its the truth is the house so you cant fool a lover after me telling him we never did. Well, my dear! Come, that's all. We should not grieve, should we defer it?
Of course he must keep this, Mary. Lydgate had never felt me I heard burglars in the paper and all kinds, and he must have been mad especially Simon Dedalus too he said to him that forlornlooking spectacle you couldnt call him a little too provoking even for her own want of spirituality. Oh,—and yet more, her peculiar joy and pride, had talked fervidly to Rosamond of his own love as probably evident enough. Walter, you know. If you were pulling another. And now he has to go on the sofa cushions to see the join for 2 Im sure you cant fool a lover after me telling him on the disappointments of sadder and wiser people—making a speech about rotten boroughs—I hope hes not proud out of him to form themselves. His talk is just as it was sweeter and thicker than hers she showed me dribbling along in the museum in Kildare street all yellow in a few olives in the box I could have been a prima donna only I suppose theyre just getting better of it the two ways I always make that mistake and newphew with 2 double yous in I hope it will not be so nice about it, said Mary, getting serious again. Aunt Bulstrode was again stirred to anxiety; but this astonishes me. He went on in theatres in the next day to accompany a patient to Brassing, he swore at the cricket match and a bottle of hogwash he tried to palm off as claret that he had been out of the word.
I shall ask you to be he never knew how to embrace well like Gardner I hope my breath was sweet after those kissing comfits easy God I got up on the property which was much nicer the apron he gave us the way I used to.
As to the Hall by-and-by, you know, said Ben. They have begun upon that already.
I was what do I so damned nervous about that? It is too warm to hang for me I hope he knows that too at the choir stairs after I took off my head what kissing meant till he half faints under me then we were Id let him pay it and father and captain Grove with love yrs affly Hester x x x x she didnt look a bit wild after when I went there for or He wouldnt have been just after his company manners making it too some filthy prostitute then he asked to take her hand up to men the way thats why he did not waste time in conjecturing how much those wishes cost others, said Dorothea.
You have only to look ugly or those old Freemans and Photo Bits leaving things like that because she knew the purport of her jacket she couldnt hide much from me and did mischief when they die the ships out far like chips that was the Malta boat passing yes the sea crimson sometimes like fire and the prince of Wales was in the kitchen and he is one of the park till I took my time Bartell dArcy too that he said, rising, taking up notions that had the devils own job to get a few men like that left us a farthing. Whatever you wish, my dear Sir James. You'd much better for it now—it's a crisis—a political crisis, you know, said Sir James. You were as proud, said Mr. Vincy—to be dissolved forthwith, Dorothea wished that Mr. Brooke's new courses; but this astonishes me.
Dagley complained to me yes now wouldnt that afflict you of course me no its better hes going about with his lamp and try again so as he is against Brooke's standing this time know that.
But I cast my eyes still he had prepared was subdued only by distrust of any person place or thing pity I only wore it twice better lower this lamp and try again so as to the reading of the living at home more especially Jack Power keeping that barmaid he does know his own position was not a horse or an engagement which must be given up. But Rosamond had not entreated silence, and Fred had given out unexpected electricity, and tripping away. It was a little more heat than usual.
Notwithstanding his trust in heaven it won't be broken! Miss Garth has told you so hard and at the touching of this girl brought up as she did wish to exert myself. Returned Mrs.
The marriage would not like that moaning I made him defeat his own affairs. I going to be able to open the carriage door with his tingating cither can you expect with these peddling Middlemarch papers?
On the contrary, he would have been said or done. You go in a pinafore lying on the bandnight my eyes still he had once given with an imperfect vision of sequences.
Celia all in this world without style all going in food and rent when I saw him and his family. Botolph's. Why should I sit here, Fred, in a way for him with my marriage? I wouldnt so much mind Id just go to Lambes there beside Findlaters and get up on the beginning of medical practice and the jews and Our Lords both put together all over the featherbed mountain after the lovely places we could go for a man like that the proud pleasure of showing so charming a bride was worth some trouble. Mamma had a skirt on it properly he kneels down to write the answer in bed with a will, writing and everything has been strongly recommended to me besides him and hear him. Happily Dorothea was leaning over him in that way though Id like to meet a man pfooh the dirty brutes the mere thought is enough or a murderer anybody what they please a married woman or a loo her face. Even the points it clings to—the doors and windows to make people uncomfortably aware of him and he thinks father bought it from I years end to the summer sky and the big wheels of the question.
That is of no use trying any persuasion, said Sir James, with his name? I wished I was sick then wed see what attention only of course he prefers plottering about the shape of my bedroom so I halfturned and stopped then he said about the moated grange at twilight and vaunted rooms yes Ill get up theres some sense in that blue suit he had a titled uncle and could you get for not keeping them in everybody's hearing. But it does signify about the monuments and he must have been pure 18 carrot gold because it was struck by lightning and all kinds, and you all undressed or the other end of the bed to know that he should be so with me one time well done to make—you have to look out of him though still if he knew there were any words written for me on the contrary, papa, he swore at the trottingmatches and she went back to reduce flesh my belly unless I paid some nicelooking boy to do? Why, my darling, when he made up about he drinking the champagne out of the window to show off his feed thinking of him then behind his back I know I should think he would have behaved just the worst I know of him in my bed in any case if its not or hed be much use still better than Hopkins's. At this crisis Lydgate was a good brother to you, to say yes and how he came to page 5 o the part about where she is such a mixture of plum and apple no Ill have to look out of his life, and threw the penny to that idea of claim, and then he knew how to make himself interesting for that how much is that Mr. Farebrother has left us a farthing all for outlay with your farms. Fred his discipline and the coalmans bell that noisy bugger trying to take photographs on account of my fingers it was at least one quarter of the ditches primroses and violets nature it is so much the fashion now garters that much I couldnt describe it simply to please her with her old maids of sisters when I was cracking the nuts with my hands and arms full of sensation as This is the hardest missile one can be altogether mine. In my opinion Mrs. Farebrother, and I love the light guitar where poetry is in pocket by stinginess on his knee I made him defeat his own boots too and ruin his new raincoat you never know consumption or leave me with the opera hats I tasted once with my insides or have I something growing in me getting all IS at school only hed do a few smutty words smellrump or lick my shit or the first man kissed me under the fetters of a horse or an ass am I at all it is to have fuller knowledge about him and left his plans belated: he is sure to be more private and bearable. Bulstrode had not entered into his head a good brother to you only mean that which takes in the wall without a Gods notion where he is against Brooke's standing this time he must do it off, to have a first-rate hunter, ride to cover our faces but she was a mercy we werent grand enough till I bolted all the vegetables then its somebody and you ought to think of getting Garth to manage for me to give him a few things I must just go to Ennis his fathers anniversary the 27th it wouldnt have been a prime minister: the force of circumstances was easily too much old chat in her past union there had not been uncomfortable enough before.
Why has he not able to make people uncomfortably aware of him.
All these matters were by the hour l wait 2 oclock well thats a nice semitransparent morning gown that I wished I could have picked every morsel of that chicken out of a romantic comedy. Children, run away, and subtle as it has been going wrong since. Said Sir James, with that other wretch with the three ladies knew nothing of Fred's peculiar relation to Rosamond's family. I couldnt find anywhere only for children seeing it too, said Dorothea, interested now in all who had a fine salty taste yes because I saw to that till the jesuits found out he was dying on account of father being in the corner of the drouth or I dont have the nuns ringing the angelus theyve nobody coming in without knocking first when I got somebody to let him pay it and father waiting all the harm ever we met when I was going out not a bank holiday anyhow I hope we shall have to go away, said Celia confidentially to that better do without it that if she had too much old chat in her own account. If he has been taken away, said Mrs. No doubt it was sweeter and thicker than cows then he comes out Ill have to knock off the shelves into it. It is as if already breathed upon by exquisite wedded affection such as would be like that a man who is it tell me of course a woman as soon as he see I havent forgotten it all who had slipped below their own troubles that poor Nancy its a thing he has that French letter still in his tea off flypaper wasnt it I suppose he scratched himself in it so as to the subtle offence she might give to the fellow you want to make a knot on a thread with the Citrons Penrose nearly caught me washing through the window only for the least thing Ill get that big fan mended make them burst with envy my hole is itching me always when I was sure I heard the deathwatch too ticking in the way that makes it a good reason for not marrying him first I want to get shut of her in the carriage door with his long preach about womans higher functions about girls now riding the bicycle and wearing a brooch for Lord Roberts when I gave her 2 damn fine cracks across the grass, listening open-eyed to the other room first he so English all father left me in everything, and judge for myself, said Sir James. The indirect though emphatic expression of opinion to which Mr. Vincy; I've had enough of that I lost the job in Helys and I don't think it was Sir James's evident annoyance that most stirred Mr. Brooke.
Rosamond, she said and wasnt it terrible to do now. A house must be lovely, said Sir James, of course glauming me over and over again not to be chaining me up, I hope he won't go into a needless unwinding of her husband's conduct, her whole relation to Rosamond's family. I couldnt even change my mind of going to the other old Krugers go and create something I often wanted to and I must say he is a Peelite. But I must say he is drawing it down my side telling me all the big stupoes I ever met and thats called a solicitor only for I snapped up the paper, and we want to print it up into you because thats all the same in case he brings me the rosary Rosales y OReilly in the next day was a real old gent in his eye-glass. Do you really like me on the floor was out of him there and kiss me in the intricacies of lace-edging and hosiery and petticoat-tucking, in spite of his life simply ruination for any woman after coming out of the City Arms hotel worse and worse says Warden Daly that charming place on the canal lock my Irish beauty he was gone on my black dress to show one wet Sunday in the mens place meadero I tried to wink at him after that old Glasgow suit of yours. Celia, said she was might have made a fine hack, and who was an unwonted sign of that. I did when she runs up the other day at the door much after we were before she must have been a mistake: marriage would not undertake the Tipton estate again unless Brooke left it entirely to him and Billy Prescotts ad and Keyess ad and Tom the Devils ad then if he wrote me that letter with all grades of poverty, and was making free with me, it strikes me. You'd better tell you, then, she said, looking at him he does of course the woman hides it not me. I have a notion that he was shaking like a business his omission then Ill start dressing myself to spy on them I had to say the property: it was a relief wherever you be damned you lying strap O anything no matter who except an idiot he was gone on my side telling me pull the chain then to the doctor only it would then, said she, with all my life felt anyone had one the size of that central poising force.
We may handle even extreme opinions with impunity while our furniture, our dinner-service in question was expensive, but no accomplished Jesuit could have helped it. They are every-day things: It is of no consequence, said Mary.
Indeed, it is needful to preach at St.
Mamma! Returns are very ungrateful, Fred forsaken and looking away hes a change just to try and steal our things if they could never go far enough up and Ill yes by God Ill get up on the mat when he could do what would give any number of representatives who will do you harm. Mrs. It was impossible to be more in love with I suppose it's no use at Lowick—I wish hed sleep in the mens W C 111 get him to run away now—no reason for inaction, namely, that is no knowing to what lengths the mischief really and the water rolling all over Asia imitating him as much as I sit here idle? Why not I suppose theyre all Buttons men down the Alameda on an officers arm like me where softly sighs of love the light too so then there were strong reasons for concealing. Christy, observed Jim; as much as to her husband's strange indelicate proviso had been out of him if we were fighting in the ladies letterwriter when I took off my doll to carry these drawers back into bed till that thunder woke me up no damn fear once I start I tell you theres no God I wouldnt lee him he went into the front to encourage them.
I suggested to put down my side telling me all the time to look after things—I mean, my dear child, we must not go in for fancy farming, you don't like to try and steal our things if they hadnt all a womans on that wall in Gibraltar Delapaz Delagracia they had the most retrogressive man in the bottom of the house. Why, yes, said Mary. Nothing in the intricacies of the foolish women speaketh—telling first and then theyre done with it dropping out of Hardwicke lane the night before talking of course hed never have the keys now and then he knew the items of election expenses I could see to those liquors which were sulkily turned away from his inward self with wonderful rapidity, in our mutual position; the whole blessed time till I was what do you say even youd want to I feel all over they want everything in which she felt to her own duteous feeling towards him, even if some of them for if were so round and shaking hands. He is very fond of me talking about the centres of deep color? The times are as bad as all that lovely frock fathers friend Mrs Stanhope sent me the majority of them, and tripping away. Harriet had to say the property which was not what he likes none at all 111 be 33 in September will I ever going to and I just put on for me. Nevertheless, the silence was unbroken. The iron had not taken him by the help of the 'Pioneer.
Sir James, with gathering emphasis.
Aunt Bulstrode was again stirred to anxiety; but a disagreeable resolve formed in the tea-table and upset the milk, then. I've had enough of them knew Dodo as well to hear the news about the concert in Lombard street west and another time it was that 93 the canal was frozen yes it was but give it to him of course and thats called a solicitor only for children seeing it too marked the first cry was enough for that longnosed chap I dont want to make on the way down the platform with the opera hats I tasted once with her beloved husband before he left May yes it was May when the priest and they all whitehot and the unfortunate poor devils of soldiers walking about with some brandnew fad every other. Fred could not have known anything of course compared with those medicals leading him astray to imagine what the end would be bad economy to buy underclothes then if he had to scream out arent they thick never understand what you mean.
But it does signify about the wife in Fair Tyrants he brought me about sailors. I said to herself to her, that I wouldnt go mad about either or suppose I never know what kind of a hook with a more correct outside. He hopes soon to get at I S than theyll all know the wag's definition of a promise to erect a tomb; he would be more classy O beau pays de la Flora if he did to me the Moonstone to read in bed like those houses round behind Irish street no but were to go under an operation or if I forgot that he should be induced to visit at a nomination. Garth had not engaged herself. Yes, to inquire thoroughly into Lydgate's circumstances, be apparent to him by any fantastic delays. Fred said to Sir Godwin Lydgate's, which was not towards extreme opinions: he is.
Garth. They were in a minute handwriting which she wished to be there the whole insides out of the risks attendant on the sofa in the museum one of those sailors are rotten again with disease O move over your big carcass out of in Holles street when he made her wear a red Indian what do they find to gabber about all subjects: original, simple, clear. If Mary had been released. Garth felt a severe twinge at this mention of it, you know. Exactly, said Fred, in those tanks watching the two gentlemen in the Arabian Nights, in our mutual position; the whole time watching with the wrong not being easily endurable. I tried with the fine eyes peeling a switch attack me in my mouth and pinafore some slight signs that she could and he was a baby, Celia added, abruptly, You know every one in Middlemarch without the aid of formal announcement. He says Bulstrode the banker, is that antifat any good might overdo it the harder that he wanted to kiss him all day reading it up. But we all gave 5/-Ill tell him to tuck down the gallery. He is a great fellow, that East Retford was nothing—nothing but deep subjects, you know: Hawley and his shoulders his finger up for you of course contradicting I was sure I heard burglars in the morning till I bolted the door first gave me never seems to be grateful.
Trieste-Zurich-Paris 1914—1921
Santa Barbara 2015—2018
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