About palela


I'm just a teenager who takes fiction too seriously and life too lightly.

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05 Aug 2021 06:55
Singing, writing, dancing, reading, drawing, zoology
Favorite Books:
Lullaby, Angels and Demons, Of Mice and Men, Hellsing, Death Note, Tithe, Game of Thrones
Favorite Authors:
Chuck Palahniuk, Dan Brown, Holly Black, Edgar Allan Poe, Ray Bradbury
Favorite Movies:
Pan's Labyrinth, Mary and Max, The Normal Heart, Avatar, The Avengers, The Phantom of the Opera
Favourite TV Shows:
Glee, Supernatural, Merlin, House of Cards, Orange is the New Black, Sherlock
Favorite Music:
Marina and the Diamonds, Muse, Florence + the Machine, Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, Lady Gaga, Coheed and Cambria


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06 Feb 2014
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Bedroom Hymn

They say God is dead. I say God is reborn every single night whenever you make me scream his name. You see, no religion is as good as ours. No prayer sounds as beautiful as your heavy breathing beside my ears, and holy water doesn't feel nearly as cleansing as your sweat on my body. No god has ever felt as worshipped as I have in the moments when you breathe me in like a man who has...

Added 22 Apr 2016 | Category Musings | Votes 3 | Avg Score 5 | Views 767 | 2 Comments

It's Too Late to Say I'm Sorry

It was all my fault, really. I did this to myself, I let people control me. I listened to the hungry barks of men and the curling breaths of the hounds around me and let the big bad wolf get to me. At least I learned my lesson, at least I know now that I'm actually worth something, and that I could have bloomed liked I was supposed to given more time, given better circumstances, given...

Added 15 Nov 2015 | Category Memoirs | Votes 3 | Avg Score 5 | Views 847 | 2 Comments


you are not my gleaming sun you are not the soft, rhythmic beating of my heart you are not constant, sweet music to my ears, nor are you beauty and grace and personified you are not my winged golden seraph, you are not my endlessly starry night sky. you are not my blooming rose, nor are you the color in my life nor the passion of my soul you are here now, though. and you...

Added 28 Jul 2015 | Category Poetry | Votes 4 | Avg Score 5 | Views 846 | 4 Comments

Pandora's Heart

she was tired of getting her heart shattered so she filled it with hate, and the next time it was broken the poison spilled out and the villain did not survive her wrath ...

Added 15 Dec 2014 | Category Poetry | Votes 1 | Avg Score 5 | Views 1,005 | 1 Comment

But I'm Not

If I was still your friend, I would be so proud of you right this second. If I was still your friend, you would not quite understand why, but accept it quietly, like you did everything else about me. If I was still your friend, I would greet you every morning, smile, stick out an arm and wrap it around your shoulders. If I was still your friend, you would smile back and tell me about...

Added 19 Aug 2014 | Category Poetry | Votes 3 | Avg Score 5 | Views 1,140 | 2 Comments

This Is the Night

The dark envelops the world, wielding a sharp blade against the light. Shadows sink on over brooding souls.  Oh yes , this is the forthcoming night. The sun bleeds upon misty skies like red and orange coloring a blank sheet; as diamond rain onto bracken earth spills, brightness and black finally in a waltz meet and like a blown candle flame, the light disappears. ...

Added 04 Aug 2014 | Category Poetry | Votes 2 | Avg Score 5 | Views 1,097 | 2 Comments

I Remember...

I remember the sweet scent of my grandmother, ginger and honey, her long gray braid swaying in the breeze streams of curling white on a gleaming silver ribbon. I remember the tiny cabin out in the woods, a quaint wooden box in the shape of a home; picture-perfect, a spitting image of a fairytale house where every dream came true. I remember the smell of the woods  and...

Added 02 Aug 2014 | Category Poetry | Votes 2 | Avg Score 5 | Views 1,155 | 2 Comments

Lack of Motivation is a Peaceful Bathtub

you close your eyes, and you let yourself sink lower,  let the warm water lap at your skin  and melt against your goose bumps,  the stark contrast of the bitter cold above you  and the warmth beneath you  taking you by surprise. the image suddenly shatters as you suddenly open your eyes,  and you feel like you're dry again,  bone and dust and wind,  but you exhale  and you...

Added 01 Aug 2014 | Category Poetry | Votes 2 | Avg Score 4.5 | Views 1,179 | 1 Comment

What is the Smartest Letter of the Alphabet?

I imagine it to be the last in queue: a line first, then a diagonal cross that leaves you astonished, amazed that later melts into a familiar line, just a simple little line. almost as knowing as a human, it can hide very well; its siblings s and c are mentioned frequently, and display the same jingle, the same bell sound, but still it remains in hiding, ...

Added 30 Jul 2014 | Category Poetry | Votes 1 | Avg Score 5 | Views 1,506 | 1 Comment

But Really, I Adore You

I ignore you so painfully obviously that it's almost like I'm screaming out how much attention I'm actually paying you. Every turn I make, every single step I take is carefully calculated to be in the opposite direction you're going. Every turn of my gaze is towards where I know your eyes won't meet mine, and every breath that escapes my mouth leaves my body with the hope that it...

Added 01 Jul 2014 | Category Musings | Votes 3 | Avg Score 5 | Views 1,173 | 3 Comments

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30 Apr 2016 15:53
thanks for the add
28 Jul 2015 20:21
Greetings, and welcome to my circle of friends.
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