February 2012
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Ive lived a hundred different lives through my books. Ive been rich and ive been poor. Ive been struck and ive been the bully. And you tell me you do not read? Well then. We cannot date!
“Once you have read a book you care about, some part of it is always with you.”
– Louis L’Amour (Matagorda/The First Fast Draw)
In my head, my words string together like an eloquent poem. But as soon as my lips open, the thoughts spew our messily onto paper .
hot cocoa and thunder showers.
just want to say thank you, to my followers. For sharing thoughts with me and for reading my own. <3 all my love.
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I wish my veins pumped with prose and when I pricked my pinky finger, words would drip out and tell their stories.
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spring
It’s almost Spring and im still lonely. Still in bed with my shaggy beige pup and still curling fingers around boys necks, hoping they come back for a second embrace. Butterflies move in two’s and the squirrels chase the opposite up bark . Still wondering if its real and if I truly desire it to be real. Still afraid for any sign of it and still running in a different direction when it...
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normal people - Turn off the lights downstairs, walk upstairs.
Me - Turn off lights downstairs, glance around quickly, perform ninja moves as I double- step and haul ass up the stairs before the monster eats me.
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Wish I was back at seventeen. I’d kiss you without being sorry even though I am now. Writing your name over and over on a sheet of grid paper, dazing off in class. You’d whisper secret latin sonnets into my lobes and press lilac kisses along my wrists.
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common train
When I stay in the room with you, your bitterness and final conclusions scar my soul with a sour shape. And sometimes I think that maybe it is my fault you slam doors and isolate but then I realize im just an eighteen year old girl. More so, i’m an eighteen year old girl that is your daughter. You dont seem to realize how the deep seed of your words are so rooted in me now. I can almost run...
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I think I may be afraid to be alone,
for I am the only person I see everyday,
that I dont know quite well.
Anonymous asked: can you make a blogroll?
Anonymous asked: i go to stay at my boyfriend's for days on end after waiting weeks to see him. i was using his laptop to upload my photographs to flickr. when i clicked 'upload' his laptop forwarded me straight to his porn folder and this has torn me to pieces. mainly because i feel as if i am not good enough, i feel hideous, ugly and fat. and also because he knew how porn makes me feel. suicidal....
to create and to imagine is our best adventures.
Anonymous asked: My boyfriend asked me to marry him under the Eiffel Tower by moonlight, and I wept because I am so scared that I will disappoint one day and he will change his mind.
Why so many people on my page? ask me questions love. send me stories.
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I feel I may hold people to much too high regards. When I meet someone new, my knees buckle and my heart glows. Oh, I get to know their stories. I become so entranced by a new face. A new heart. A new head of thoughts. But then they let me down and its not their fault because they shouldn’t of been that high up anyway. I never learn my lesson.
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I just want to live in a library and travel a page each and every day. In the morning ill be with Huckleberry Finn and in the evening i’ll be on look out for Moby Dick. When i cannot seem to fall asleep at midnight, you might be able to find me beneath stacks of essays or resting on a dusty book cover waiting to be reopened and rediscovered. You cant give me what I want right now, sweet boy,...
Today I went to the city with my loves. We took pictures, shopped for lovely silk shirts and knit shorts, and sang to people in the streets. Its times like these when I really alive. When I feel my heart glowing.
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I wish I were the sky
I would dim down the lights,
and you could stare up at me
like I were the most beautiful mystery on Earth.
You could leave your wishes in the depths of my blues,
and dust off the stars as you wish them to come down to you.
I gave my heart to the ocean.
It swallowed me up in its gulf
and I never fully returned.
secret destroyer: stars, space and darkness →
freins:
If I could shoot an arrow to the moon, I’d use it to pull myself far far away from this desecrated earth. Among the darkness of this wide home, I’ll live on the magical dust of spacestuff, and wait for the stars to die so they can fall with tremulous wonder onto my eyelids. I’ll sleep alone, and…
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were only eighteen and a few days but we pretend like we’re older. And then by the time were fifty we’ll be praying our skin to turn back time and smooth itself out again.
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Words make sense to me. Their like that childhood friend that moved away in fifth grade and then came back to the city for a visit. It’s the way my body glides beneath the crystal water. And the way my knife pushes through an apple. I want to tell you things with these words. But theyre mine.
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i miss how we used to fit so perfectly together. In bed with our legs tangled in a warm heap. After the bell sounded, hands clasped tightly at all times. i miss how we used to fit. now youre just a puzzle that ive outgrown too soon.
