what you need to know;

rachel. 1987. dutch. financial administrator. insomniac. pretend artsy fartsy. movie fanatic. lives in her own head. history channel obsessed. thinks she is a photographer. photoshopper. hufflepuff.

If you have a question about anything, please ask. I do request if I like them.

you can find me on lj as whatifmaybe.

what i love;

screen. the fall. star wars. narnia. harry potter. doctor who. skins. being human. vampire diaries. sherlock. himym. merlin. misfits. les chansons d'amour. united states of tara.

people. lee pace. emma watson. david tennant. johnny depp. aaron johnson. louis garrel. lea seydoux. luke conard. hayden christensen. nathalie portman. stephen fry. jimmy carr. neil gaiman. george harrison. nick hornby.

music. the beatles. george harrison. peter katz. damien rice. laura marling. yann tiersen. patrick wolf. queen. freddie mercury. mumford and sons. louis xiv. ramses shaffy. coeur de pirate. charlotte gainsbourg. the kills. mumm-ra.

other. photography. books. sleep. photoshop. paint shop pro. internet.

Read the Printed Word!

After a while it is difficult to remember details. Where before I could have counted the petals on the flowers, I can’t even tell you what colour they were now. I also can no longer tell the colour of the shirt he was wearing that day. The thing I do remember are the little lines around his eyes. He was still young, you could barely see them, but you could when he was worried. The moments that he cared about. My father has the same lines, his are deeper. More refined. The ones you would expect on a man that has been through all the things my father has been through. My fathers lines grew deeper the day my brother left.Another thing I still remember is the smell. They, people, say that smell is the best way to remember things and they are right. His smell left our home a few years ago, but sometimes I think I can still smell him. As if the house is haunting me. The smell is lingering in the walls and in the old floorboards. When the house sighs, remembering him, we have to remember as well. The house is telling us to never forget him, thinking it will be possible to forget him. It is not possible to forget. Not inside the house, but also not outside.

After a while it is difficult to remember details. Where before I could have counted the petals on the flowers, I can’t even tell you what colour they were now. I also can no longer tell the colour of the shirt he was wearing that day.
The thing I do remember are the little lines around his eyes. He was still young, you could barely see them, but you could when he was worried. The moments that he cared about. My father has the same lines, his are deeper. More refined. The ones you would expect on a man that has been through all the things my father has been through. My fathers lines grew deeper the day my brother left.
Another thing I still remember is the smell. They, people, say that smell is the best way to remember things and they are right. His smell left our home a few years ago, but sometimes I think I can still smell him. As if the house is haunting me. The smell is lingering in the walls and in the old floorboards. When the house sighs, remembering him, we have to remember as well. The house is telling us to never forget him, thinking it will be possible to forget him.
It is not possible to forget. Not inside the house, but also not outside.



Jane Doe(my nanowrimo 2010 main character) has her own blog. I guess she wants you to read it, or not. I don’t know what she wants and neither does she.

Jane Doe(my nanowrimo 2010 main character) has her own blog. I guess she wants you to read it, or not. I don’t know what she wants and neither does she.





078. My first book is for sale. 

You can get it here.



So excited! I am waiting for my own proof copy right now. I hope it gets here soon, I want to see my own novel in all it’s glory. I was wondering. What is the maximum you would pay for a book?

So excited! I am waiting for my own proof copy right now. I hope it gets here soon, I want to see my own novel in all it’s glory.

I was wondering. What is the maximum you would pay for a book?



He put his hand on my leg to comfort me. I picked it up and held his hand in both mine.‘I just want to move on, leave all the pain behind me and make fresh start, so I can be happy again.’ I looked at him. He was looking straight back at me. ‘I really am sorry for everything I have done.’ He gently squeezed my hand. ‘I really am and I would really like to start over.’ ‘I would also like that.’ I told him. ‘Hi.’ He held out his hand. ‘My name is Hayden.’ I smiled, but still shook his hand. ‘Jane.’

He put his hand on my leg to comfort me. I picked it up and held his hand in both mine.
‘I just want to move on, leave all the pain behind me and make fresh start, so I can be happy again.’ I looked at him. He was looking straight back at me.
‘I really am sorry for everything I have done.’ He gently squeezed my hand. ‘I really am and I would really like to start over.’
‘I would also like that.’ I told him.
‘Hi.’ He held out his hand. ‘My name is Hayden.’
I smiled, but still shook his hand. ‘Jane.’



Another Jane Doe Did I tell you guys I seriously love my own characters?

Another Jane Doe

Did I tell you guys I seriously love my own characters?