#likelava

Too sexy for his country.

So some of you guys might notice that I changed my tumblr name. mostly because I've hated likelava for years now - I chose it very carelessly, before I thought I'd ever show this to anyone, and definitely never having in mind that one day I might have some several thousand followers or something nuts like that. It had a silly and minor story behind it, one I've mostly forgotten everything about besides its most basic facts, and I was ready for it to be something of the past. I also didn't feel like having a url with a story tacked on behind it because sometimes I just don't feel like explaining myself, you know? I wanted something simple and straight forward and true. I'm also really happy about sharing the dude's last name so y'know..... Truth be told, I still might change it back later. Who knows. I kind of get attached to things in strange ways I guess. But I think I'll stick around with this for awhile.

"I remember the voice over the loud speakers, but I don’t remember the words. They’re good at escaping me when I need them most. I remember the frantic static that clung to the hallways. I remember watching the buildings as they swallowed them selves. That was before I knew about the others who would suffer later. That was before the words found me. I remember not crying, but watching and listening. Quietly. Carefully. Not making a noise. Just waiting. Waiting, because what else can a nine year old do?"