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Breánna

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About Me


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Brilliant or beautiful I am not; however I am able to simulate both from time to time. Eloquence I posses only in writing, my speech tends to be downright awkward. I have been known to be selfish, but some say I am altruistic. Those who love me, or loved me once upon a time, all concur that I am slightly impossible, obstinate, and resourceful, you can draw your own conclusions. I do know a few things about myself as well though. I believe in making yourself happy, but not at the expense of others. As of right now I am happiest alone. I have grown to enjoy my own company. Although there is always a need for companionship, (lets just face it: people have needs) I can be autonomous. Idealistic dreams consume much of my time, where my imagination stretches to the “unknown.” I have always pondered the validity of outside life (honestly), the fear humans have of dying, understanding heartbreak, and the possibilities of time travel. Frequently, I wonder whether I was born in the wrong era, and would love to escape too the past (even if it was just my own). I despise hypocrites, liars, and procrastinators. Despise is a strong word, lets just say those are qualities I loathe. I try to live by my principles, but don’t always succeed, and I empathize with those who are flawed. I can act irrationally at times, although I am far to analytical on most things. In short, I have lived life.

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My Interests

I have a superfluous amount of interest: reading, writing, photography, chatting, silence, bubble-baths, sleeping, dreaming, waking up early, elevators, friends, art, fashion, shoes, board games, classic movies, music, family, vegetarian foods, vintage magazines, different eras other than my own, world history, psychology, theories, asphyxiation, parties, staying in, ardor, eulogies, sci-fi, hair, ghost stories, film noir, musicals, piano, conspiracies, secrets, elaborate schemes, sociological disorders, people.

I'd like to meet:

ex-socialites like myself.

Music:


Nouvelle Vague, The Bird and The Bee, The Rakes, Yelle, Franz Liszt, The Elected, Sigur Rós, Talib Kweli, Yann Tiersen, Neko Case, Frédéric Chopin, Robbers on High Street, Shout Out Louds, Blonde Redhead, Michael Andrews, Judy Garland, Hot Chip, Common, Billie Holiday, 50 Cent, The Clientele, Bob Dylan, The Rosebuds, Luciano Pavarotti, Elvis Presley, the Velvet Underground.

Movies:


Classic movies are my forte, some of my favourites are: The Postman Always Rings Twice (1946), Dark Victory (1939), Bright Eyes (1934), Laura (1944), Leave Her to Heaven (1945), Sunset Blvd. (1950), Love in the Afternoon (1957), So Young So Bad (1950), Ninotchka (1939), Pinky (1949), Rosemary's Baby (1968), Valley of the Dolls (1967).

Television:


Twilight Zone, Alfred Hitchcock Presents, Entourage, Extras, Desperate Housewives, Degrassi, Instant Star, South of Nowhere, Young and the Restless, The Practice, I Love Lucy.

Books:

I read biographies, short stories,these authors: Vonnegut, Capote, Salinger, Eugenides, Jacqueline Susann, and I am writing one- so hope you'll read mine!

Heroes:


composers, writers, performers, inventors, creators.

My Blog

questionable fiction.

**Funny, I found this in a file of old writings. I do not believe it is very good, but I somehow think it is pertinent to perhaps a very lonely girl, that is now a stranger too me. I have come to emb...
Posted by Breánna on Thu, 30 Aug 2007 06:52:00 PST

Emotional Aftermath.

The bathtub water was near scalding, but she needed it that way. Her pale naked skin had begun to turn pink, and she with her eyes closed allowed the hot water to immerse her. The telephone could be...
Posted by Breánna on Tue, 07 Aug 2007 04:25:00 PST

The Delicate Creature.

She was a delicate creature, but one of substance, and one I greatly admired. I always thought her eyes could haunt even disparagers; such large, round, pale eyes, freckled with life, but tragic beca...
Posted by Breánna on Wed, 25 Jul 2007 10:42:00 PST

Broken fingers. Broken Hearts. Broken Spirits.

I lay on the floor naked, the music coming from the stereo is not music I could ever write, but it music that depicts my emotions perfectly. I am freshly bathed, but I feel dirty for reasons I cannot...
Posted by Breánna on Mon, 25 Jun 2007 08:50:00 PST

A Boy's Crush

    "So she was totally begging for it, so you know I went for it."  He divulged this information with superciliousness, and not a trace of decorum.  The other guys in the group nodded their heads, as...
Posted by Breánna on Sun, 25 Feb 2007 10:28:00 PST

Another Tale of Debauchery.

So dear chums, as I write I go back to a time of simplicity. A time where sex was of little consequence, and drugs were something you did to pass the time. Oh, the lazy days of youth, where everythi...
Posted by Breánna on Thu, 17 May 2007 03:57:00 PST

Sensual Beginnings.

It was five years ago that I last knew you. We were lovers then, long before enmity, odium, and eventual indifference. That passion that we triggered into futile loathing; was once bittersweet ardor a...
Posted by Breánna on Tue, 24 Apr 2007 11:32:00 PST

Overcoming an Extreme Obstacle.

"It can't be, it just can't be!" she cried painfully. Tears filled her eyes, her breathing grew heavy, and she felt she was going to be violently ill. The doctor looked at her sympathetically. Alth...
Posted by Breánna on Tue, 17 Apr 2007 04:46:00 PST

Unfaithful.

He rolled onto his back and stared at the ceiling. The girl was passed out next to him, and he had no recollection of whom she was. Her pink lipstick stained the filters in the ashtray; he rummaged t...
Posted by Breánna on Fri, 13 Apr 2007 02:37:00 PST

It won't last long enough.

(short story of an addicts failure)"Your life is contaminated. You wear a metaphorical scarlet letter that brands you for what you are& and the mistakes you have made, my darling, are inconceivable. ...
Posted by Breánna on Thu, 05 Apr 2007 06:29:00 PST