

I know I have let a lot of people down, and I really do apologize for that :(Īlright, so I know I don't have many ( read: any) followers, so me not updating for a week probably will not tear through the very fabric of the universe, but this blog means something to me, so in order to placate my OCD deadline-crazy side, I am posting this.
#Bookworm gif update#
We are each of us the product of 13.8 billion years of universal evolution, and 3.I'm really sorry that there wasn't an update this week I know how disappointed all of you are.

Looking at the world this way changes everything.

The amount of times I got a vibe from someone that I was right about, or correctly predicted what was happening in a given situation. But that's how we are: Competitive, Passionate, Protective, and especially intuitive. I mean obviously I care, BUT when someone messes with someone I love, fellow scorpios, I think we all know what happens then. Going back to the subject on revenge, I don't care as much when it's me who is criticized. My guy friend once said said "Woah, your face changed." It was my eyes. I'm a goofball personally, but sometimes if someone says something rude, I'll look at them. She dated a scorpio guy, and it's a very accurate saying that our eyes express a lot of intensity. Our eyes are said, even by other signs in the zodiac, to be very intense. Read that last line of the lyrics again for a second. Our sign is represented by a scorpion, but our mythological creature is always said to be a pheonix. And after the whole emotional mess was over, I would calmly gather my soaked tissues, sweep them into the garbage can, place the tissue box back in its usual spot, declare myself “fine” and to move on. They would understand, and encourage me to let it out, which further made me feel more embarrassed and ashamed because I didn’t want to be so vulnerable and seem so weak. Unable to face those who wanted to help me, I’d just send them messages of false-reassurance, saying that I was fine, and I was just crying to calm down. From insensitive comments, to grieving over a lost friendship, to feelings of loneliness, I would often try to tell myself to stop, that I shouldn’t be crying over something, that I was just making it too big of a deal. There were so many moments where I would just be in my room, surrounded by balls of wet, crumpled up tissues, the tissue box in my hand. When people say that girls are emotional and cry a lot, I think that was true, much to my surprise, of myself this year.
#Bookworm gif movie#
When you saw the movie adaptation of your favorite book and it didn't suck as much as you thought it would. When you stayed up late because you had to find out what happened next.

Your face whenever anyone told you that they didn't like your favorite book. When your plans got canceled so you could stay in and read. When people would ask you for a book recommendation and said "just pick something". When you finished a book and weren't ready emotionally to start a new one. Every time someone tried to talk to you while you were in the middle of an epic scene. When you wasted all of your money on books despite owning a library card.
