January 2011
54 posts
Fuck pride.
That’s all. Apparently I don’t have any.
This is my 500th post.
Every mile marker has been about you. But this one is about me. I’m not that girl. I never will be. And it disappoints me that you think I am. I will always be honest and faithful.
I have made this bed, and I have no problem sleeping in it.
There are six places I dream of visiting:
jetaimealafolie:
HOGWARTS:
AND NARNIA:
AND NEVERLAND:
AND MIDDLE EARTH:
AND OZ:
AND WONDERLAND:
Not even a month into the new year...
…and I am going to jinx myself. This is the first year that I have been able to keep my new years resolution. My finger nails are long and strong and beautiful. I have no urge to bite them. I am sincerely proud of myself. I just thought all of you should know. Lets just hope I’m not speaking too soon, as I usually do.
One day I am going to find the perfect words to say. & they will be simple. & they will be for you.
Reblog if you have a beautiful best friend.
My lady in red. This is lame, but whatever.
You say my name like there should be an us.
I can’t stop listening to Adele.
When I hear you say you love me, my bones shake just a little.
B: We expired.
T: I had some potato soup once that was expired and it was still awesome.
E: I hate soup.
Job interviews. Cool.
Slept through my alarm. Spilled my entire mug of coffee on the floor of my car. Froze my whippers in an up right position so I was looking through them as I drove. Have class in the black hole so I don’t have cellphone service. But I still feel pretty. So whatever. Today, we’re making this better.
I have class tomorrow. I don’t have my books, notebooks, or clean clothing. Why don’t I really care?
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Suddenly I feel like I am fucking dying. I just want to wrap myself in love from my love until I feel better.
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You were a whale in my dream last night and you wanted to swallow me whole. What a clear representation of our relationship.
My fingers are covered in glue. Stupid graphic design class.
I just want honesty. So I think I’ll give and see what I get.
If only someone could lay next to me as I sleep and see the dreams that I am dreaming… Old high school walls (to which I never attended), the face of a girl that moved away in 6th grade, an old friend, a close hug. My first theatre director. A room full of hopefulls. Missing the auditions. Dancing on stage and singing songs to which I didn’t know the lyrics. Laughing with Paulette. Cut...
I have been tossing and turning all night, chasing the ghost of you in my sheets. There is an impression of your body in my mattress - impression of your hand around my heart. You always feel so close, but my bed is cold and I’m left grasping pillows that’ll hold your head - not tonight. Your scent in my blankets smells so much like home, but the scent fades. And I’ll be tossing...
Sometimes I feel like sleeping beauty, singing to the birds in the morning with hot cup of tea in hand.
Eyes. And Lips. And Hands. I miss yours all in use. The way you hold me. And kiss me. But most of all the way you look at me.
I want to wrap my fingers in flowers →
I have such an obsession with flower rings lately.
Today's to-do.
1. Unpack from Dallas. 2. Finish Resume. 3. Wash all of the clothes that smell like you. 4. Keep from going mildly insane in doing so. 5. Finish all silly online design work. 6. Vacuum, dust and organize until everything looks perfect. 7. Shower. 8. Look Human. 9. UPS store to review and print resume. 10. Find job. 11. Dinner with Rose, even though I hate her right now. 12. Find something else to...
I woke up this morning feeling much like a ghost. My hands are not solid in flesh unless they are in yours.
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is feeling as backwards as the place she is leaving. What The Fuck.
I miss my cafe.
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sometimes I look in the mirror and don’t recognize who I see.
Thought: The West Chester County Airport should print “West Chester County Airport” on their tickets, not “White Plains.” I’ll be off in an hour.
