June132014

balance

I feel, if there’s anything, we need to STOP vilifying the ‘desk job’. This act of despising the corporate job or the entire corporate world is a means of justifying/validating the ‘creative’ or ‘passion-driven’ industry and a job in it. Get over this inferiority complex and start to recognise that both jobs are on equal levels.

The corporate job brings satisfaction too. And if you’re about to say that the ‘desk job’ is an endless, mindless cycle, let me tell you that a creative-industry job is no less an endless, mindless cycle. It’s just dressed in a different outfit.

As a person who has been in jobs in both the corporate and creative world, I’d say the grass is no greener on either side. There are very unique perks in both jobs, but the satisfaction from a job well done is universal.

A career is what you make it. Whether it’s balancing a pirouette or balancing a financial statement, it’s the process that adds value, not the end result. Find a bunch of like-minded colleagues. Form a community. Share a joke over lunch. The journey is always more important than the end or the start. Find joy in your work. Find purpose in your career. Find satisfaction in this part of your life.

May292014

Unravel

It all seemed so bright, so promising. I thought I had my answer to a months-long question that was nagging in my mind.

And in that one moment, everything came loose. The walls we built, battered. The roofs we constructed, caved in. The promises we made, amounted to nothing. It was like having your legs bound and your hands chained behind your back, while watching your newly-bought precious painting fall to the muddy ground in slow-motion. A beautiful thing that had just been attained, reduced to something that might even disgust you.

All because someone pulled at a thread. And pulled, and pulled.

May122014

Animus

Since Day One, I knew. From the way you looked at me, and from the way you couldn’t look me in the eye. From the way you feigned a position of humility, and from the way you assumed the position of dominance. From the way took offence, and from the way you offended. From the way you longed to be a part, and from the way you wanted to be ahead.

I’m not perfect, and I’ll admit I’ve been in the wrong many times.

But the one thing I know.. Is that you never really liked me.

May82014

Breach

Tonight, trust issues run rampant in the airwaves and in my heart. That all-familiar feeling that I’ve trusted someone with something confidential, something personal; and that this trust was taken and broken, ripped apart, and utterly disrespected.

For whatever reason my trust might have been betrayed, I can guarantee it’s not a good-enough reason. There is no upper hand to gain, no dividend to make. All I was looking for in this was a friend and a confidant. Tonight, I lose the latter. Against what my heart has been telling me for so long, the head now says to leave this compromised safe haven.

Clichéd as it sounds, trust takes years to build, and seconds to destroy. Goodnight.

trust 

December12013
bloodandfire-promo:


SIXTY-SIXTH ANNUAL HUNGER GAMES · 14 YEARS OF AGE

At first Cashmere was surprised that the girl from District Five had stuck it out for this long. She couldn’t have received a remarkable training score, or Cashmere would remember her. She had been careful to keep a mental catalogue of possible obstacles throughout the Games, checking them off as she removed them; the ones who had done almost as well as her – perilously, irritatingly so – were a priority. Getting rid of them was like pulling splinters from her fingers.
In any case, District Five had never been top of Cashmere’s list. Maybe this behemoth’s tactic had been to stay under the radar. Difficult, seeing as she was built like a tank, ham-fisted and slightly cross-eyed, like a dazed animal, but clearly effective. Cashmere was painfully reminded of the danger of underestimating her opponents.
Cashmere didn’t waste any time in slashing open the girl’s belly as if gutting a freshly caught fish. What she had failed to remember, however, was that a wounded beast was liable to take everything in its path out with it. The other girl bellowed, staggered forward, and Cashmere reeled back as she received a rock to the jaw, feeling her feet slip on the silt of the riverbed. Stunned, she spat a mouthful of blood and what looked like a couple of teeth into the water.
District Five was advancing, fist-sized stone still clutched in her grasp. Cashmere could see her intestines under what remained of her shirt, glistening wetly and startlingly red through the split seam of her skin.
Here was her only chance. Cashmere ducked a wild swing at her temple and took the girl’s legs out from under her, sending them both crashing into the river. The desperate soundtrack to their struggle was drowned by the roar of the waterfall; Cashmere fumbled for her knife, concealed somewhere in the cloudy water, as District 5 clawed for purchase on the slippery riverbed. Cashmere felt panic rising like bile in her throat. If the girl got up before Cashmere, if she picked up her rock and put it to use, it was all over.
Relief surged through Cashmere as her fingers finally made contact with the smooth metal handle of her knife. District 5 was attempting to crawl towards the riverbank, leaving a hazy trail of scarlet through the water as she moved. Without pausing to think, Cashmere grabbed her by the ankle, pulling her legs-first back into the river, imagining rather than hearing her muffled, gurgling screams as she plunged her knife into the girl’s back once, twice, three times, stopping only when she heard the announcement booming even over the thunder of the waterfall–
"Ladies and gentlemen, I am pleased to present the victor of the Sixty-sixth Hunger Games, Cashmere Mercuritte of District One!"

CASHMERE MERCURITTE · 24 · DISTRICT ONE · MENTOR · OPEN

Cashmere is still considered the most beautiful victor that District One has ever produced, despite how many victors have come from the district. Her beauty and charm was an instant hit with the Capitol, fully embracing her beauty with two arms and supporting her all the way with indispensable gifts, ensuring her win. It was a predictable year with it’s usual doubts about the victory, but with Cashmere’s fierce killings, it wasn’t long until she was crowned victor by President Snow and with a gleaming smile plastered on her face, too. At the age of fourteen, the joy of winning was euphoric and beautiful; bringing pride to her district was the only she had ever wanted and with that on her shoulders, she could do anything anybody asked of her. But her alleviation of winning the sixty-sixth Games was short-lived; two years later, on her sixteenth birthday, she was greeted by a Capitol official and told that her ‘services’ were required to support the natural grand scheme of things, otherwise she would pay severe consequences.
At first, she was sceptical of what they were asking of her, to sell her body? However, it was no secret among District One victors to end up this way. It didn’t take long for them to convince her to do as they say, looking up to her idols; being sixteen at the time, Cashmere was manipulated to think it was fine to sell her body. She never saw it as a problem, only a job to do, besides – it wasn’t like she was insecure about her body, in fact, she was extremely confident. And she enjoyed it sometimes, so what was the big deal? That was the start of it all, and since then she has amassed quite a reputation among the Capitol’s elite. Cashmere is a strong woman, fiercely independent, seductive, playful, and loyal to those that matter to her – namely, her brother, Gloss Mercuritte. She would not hesitate to destroy somebody who stepped in her way, or her brother’s way, especially when it comes to the Games and her competitive spirit that never seems to wear off.

Relationships:

Gloss Mercuritte, her mentor partner and brother.
Sheen Collins, her female tribute.
Tyler Reese, her male tribute.

Face claim: Stephanie Leigh Schlund

bloodandfire-promo:

SIXTY-SIXTH ANNUAL HUNGER GAMES · 14 YEARS OF AGE

At first Cashmere was surprised that the girl from District Five had stuck it out for this long. She couldn’t have received a remarkable training score, or Cashmere would remember her. She had been careful to keep a mental catalogue of possible obstacles throughout the Games, checking them off as she removed them; the ones who had done almost as well as her – perilously, irritatingly so – were a priority. Getting rid of them was like pulling splinters from her fingers.

In any case, District Five had never been top of Cashmere’s list. Maybe this behemoth’s tactic had been to stay under the radar. Difficult, seeing as she was built like a tank, ham-fisted and slightly cross-eyed, like a dazed animal, but clearly effective. Cashmere was painfully reminded of the danger of underestimating her opponents.

Cashmere didn’t waste any time in slashing open the girl’s belly as if gutting a freshly caught fish. What she had failed to remember, however, was that a wounded beast was liable to take everything in its path out with it. The other girl bellowed, staggered forward, and Cashmere reeled back as she received a rock to the jaw, feeling her feet slip on the silt of the riverbed. Stunned, she spat a mouthful of blood and what looked like a couple of teeth into the water.

District Five was advancing, fist-sized stone still clutched in her grasp. Cashmere could see her intestines under what remained of her shirt, glistening wetly and startlingly red through the split seam of her skin.

Here was her only chance. Cashmere ducked a wild swing at her temple and took the girl’s legs out from under her, sending them both crashing into the river. The desperate soundtrack to their struggle was drowned by the roar of the waterfall; Cashmere fumbled for her knife, concealed somewhere in the cloudy water, as District 5 clawed for purchase on the slippery riverbed. Cashmere felt panic rising like bile in her throat. If the girl got up before Cashmere, if she picked up her rock and put it to use, it was all over.

Relief surged through Cashmere as her fingers finally made contact with the smooth metal handle of her knife. District 5 was attempting to crawl towards the riverbank, leaving a hazy trail of scarlet through the water as she moved. Without pausing to think, Cashmere grabbed her by the ankle, pulling her legs-first back into the river, imagining rather than hearing her muffled, gurgling screams as she plunged her knife into the girl’s back once, twice, three times, stopping only when she heard the announcement booming even over the thunder of the waterfall–

"Ladies and gentlemen, I am pleased to present the victor of the Sixty-sixth Hunger Games, Cashmere Mercuritte of District One!"

CASHMERE MERCURITTE · 24 · DISTRICT ONE · MENTOR · OPEN

Cashmere is still considered the most beautiful victor that District One has ever produced, despite how many victors have come from the district. Her beauty and charm was an instant hit with the Capitol, fully embracing her beauty with two arms and supporting her all the way with indispensable gifts, ensuring her win. It was a predictable year with it’s usual doubts about the victory, but with Cashmere’s fierce killings, it wasn’t long until she was crowned victor by President Snow and with a gleaming smile plastered on her face, too. At the age of fourteen, the joy of winning was euphoric and beautiful; bringing pride to her district was the only she had ever wanted and with that on her shoulders, she could do anything anybody asked of her. But her alleviation of winning the sixty-sixth Games was short-lived; two years later, on her sixteenth birthday, she was greeted by a Capitol official and told that her ‘services’ were required to support the natural grand scheme of things, otherwise she would pay severe consequences.

At first, she was sceptical of what they were asking of her, to sell her body? However, it was no secret among District One victors to end up this way. It didn’t take long for them to convince her to do as they say, looking up to her idols; being sixteen at the time, Cashmere was manipulated to think it was fine to sell her body. She never saw it as a problem, only a job to do, besides – it wasn’t like she was insecure about her body, in fact, she was extremely confident. And she enjoyed it sometimes, so what was the big deal? That was the start of it all, and since then she has amassed quite a reputation among the Capitol’s elite. Cashmere is a strong woman, fiercely independent, seductive, playful, and loyal to those that matter to her – namely, her brother, Gloss Mercuritte. She would not hesitate to destroy somebody who stepped in her way, or her brother’s way, especially when it comes to the Games and her competitive spirit that never seems to wear off.

Relationships:

Face claim: Stephanie Leigh Schlund

October62013
falling, and falling hard.

falling, and falling hard.

October12013

The Personal Driver

textastrophe:

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HAHAHAHA *proceeds to laugh till I pee myself*

September72013
sammyroenfeldt:

Matty Best of Tonight Alive killing it on the skins @ Vans Warped Tour - Dallas, TX 2013.
Photograph by Sammy Roenfeldt
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Inspirational.

sammyroenfeldt:

Matty Best of Tonight Alive killing it on the skins @ Vans Warped Tour - Dallas, TX 2013.

Photograph by Sammy Roenfeldt

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Inspirational.

(Source: sammyroenfeldt)

July302013
I need to learn how to make this.

I need to learn how to make this.

(Source: irenearchilla, via gemini-moonstone)

June262013
“Tonight, I’m telling-no, begging-myself to dust myself off and move on. Because I need to.”
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