December 2011
1 post
something old and something new
we carry specific memories of our childhood with us, some good and some bad. it always seems to be memories of things that are completely irrelevant and un-important. for instance, i remember in Cleveland sitting on the sidewalk in front of my childhood home eating salad with a girl who lived down the street, but it was covered in italian dressing and we were ranting about how delicious the...
January 2011
41 posts
night terrors.
when i trot over to you i close my eyes and take in your sweet scent. it brings me back to my favorite night with you. i smile and you glance over at me, questioning my giddiness. i nod my head and ask you where were going. you put your hand to your head and scratch as you think, roll your eyes and whisper “it’s a surprise”. i play hit you in the arm and shake my head softly...
so
i’ve been trying this new thing where i sit at my house and don’t talk too or hang out with anyone.
but, i must say im kind of tired of it.
good girls finish last
in the name of all that is holy, im being captivated by that of which is called…… lifetime.
Future Me
pmalifestyle:
Write a letter to the future you www.futureme.org/
i did it.
I WISH MY KITCHEN WAS STOCKED WITH DELICIOUS FRUITS AND PARFAITS RIGHT NOW
you know what angers me?
I can’t seem to find words when im not completely inspired by affection and in ‘lust’. There is just something to provoke me to write and express every emotion and anticipation that i have. Something so powerful and heart-warming inside of me that makes me want to shout it from the roof tops and yodel across a foreign country with a horn about how completely shoved i am from the...
i bought two christmas gifts for two people this holiday that are still sitting in my closet and they will probably never see them..
shame.
perfectmidnightworld asked: shit, now i'm confused. i got that message. what messages are you referring to? secret coded messages? because those can go here too, i'll just need a minute to break the code.
or is it the other page that you're referring to?
hi, by the way.
or is it the other page that you're referring to?
hi, by the way.
ehk.
I’m really about half sick of being the third wheel on dates.
The one random girl walking around the mall not socializing or holding hands with anyone.
The girl asking for ‘a table for one’
Going to sleep looking at my phone with no new messages or no missed calls.
Waking up to the same thing.
Watching movies and making dinner for myself.
Not feeling pretty enough
Maybe...
Here's to self-worth!
i'm really disappointed
in my ice cream cup..
HOME.
im trying to understand what i heard someone say yesterday..
“home is inside you, it’s in your heart and it is always warm and ready to comfort you”
when i toss this around in my head and let my brain analyze this i want to be able to open up to it and use it to my advantage. how?
i know a few of you know what im talking about when i say i find myself on those days where...
it would be cool to be able to relate to someone interesting, or have someone to talk too.
December 2010
12 posts
SERIOUSLY
BRING ON THE BOOZE AND FESTIVITIES.
i’m ready. i’m ready. i’m ready
ocala, prepare yourself.
lately.
I’ve found myself alone in this bed with this new big down comforter and that cute lamp on my bedside. a couple candles lit and the scent hovering in the air, with HGTV on.. or WE. im obsessed with wedding and home shows. it’s certainly become something sickening.
tomorrow i’ll be kicking the new year off with my mom and my sister at a black and white ball. i felt bad going out...
“from flower to flower i used to roam,
got to callin it, callin it home
sweet...”
– Sweet Tooth;
