Saturday, August 3, 2013
just saying
I love unmade beds. i love when people are drunk and crying and cannot be anything but honest in that moment. I love the look in people's eyes when they realize they're in love. I love the way people look when they first wake up and they've forgotten their surroundings. i love the gasp people take when their favorite character dies. i love when people close their eyes and drift to somewhere in the clouds. i fall in love with people and their honest moments all the time. i fall in love with their breakdowns and their smeared makeup and their daydreams. Honesty is just too beautiful to even put into words.
Monday, May 27, 2013
Monday, May 20, 2013
This moment, i swear.
I don't know if i will have the time to write anymore letters because i might be too busy trying to participate. So, if this does end up being the last letter i just wanted you to know that i was in a bad place before i started high school and you helped me. Even if you didn't know what i was talking about or know someone whos gone through it you made me not feel alone, because i know there are people who forget what it's like to be sixteen when they turn seventeen.
I know these will all be stories some day and our pictures will become old photographs, and we will all become someones mom and dad.
But right now, these moments aren't stories this is happening, i am here and i am looking at him, and he is so handsome and beautiful..... i can see it. This one moment when you know you're not a sad story, you are alive.
And you stand up and see the lights on the buildings and everything that makes you wonder, when you were listening to that song, on that drive with the people you love most in this world.
And in this moment, i swear, we are infinite.
I know these will all be stories some day and our pictures will become old photographs, and we will all become someones mom and dad.
But right now, these moments aren't stories this is happening, i am here and i am looking at him, and he is so handsome and beautiful..... i can see it. This one moment when you know you're not a sad story, you are alive.
And you stand up and see the lights on the buildings and everything that makes you wonder, when you were listening to that song, on that drive with the people you love most in this world.
And in this moment, i swear, we are infinite.
Wednesday, May 8, 2013
8 WAYS TO SAY I LOVE YOU.
1. Spit it into her voice mail, a little slurred and sounding like the shot whiskey you downed for courage. Feel as ashamed as you do walking into work in last night's clothes. Wake up cringing for days, waiting for her to mention it.
2. Sigh it into her mouth, wedged in between teeth and tongues. Don't even let your lips move when you say it, ever so lightly, into the air. Maybe it was just an exhalation of ecstasy.
3. Buy her flowers. Buy her chocolate. Buy her a teddy bear, because that's what every romantic comedy has taught you/everyone. Take her out to a nice restaurant where neither of you feel comfortable and spend the whole night clearing your throat and tugging at your tie. Feel like your actions are more suited to a proposal than the simple confession of something you've always known.
4. Whisper it into her hair in the middle of the night, after you've counted the space between her breaths and are certain she's asleep. Shut your eyes quickly when she shifts toward you in askance. Maybe you were just sleep whispering.
5. Blurt it out in the middle of an impromptu dance party in the kitchen, as clumsy as your two left feet. when times seems to freeze, hastily tack on "in that shirt" or "when you make your award-winning meatballs" or even, if you are feeling particularly brave, "when we do this." Resume dancing and pretend you don't feel her eyes on you the rest of the night.
6. Write her a letter in which the amount of circumnavigating and angst could rival Mr. Darcy's. Debate where to leave it all day - on her pillow? In her coat pocket? Throw it away in frustration, conveniently leaving it face up in the trashcan, her name scrawled on the front in your sloppy handwriting. Let her wonder if you meant it.
7. Wait until something terrible has happened and you can't not tell her anymore. Wait until she almost gets hit by a car crossing Wabash against the light and after you are done cursing at the shit-for-brains cab drivers in this city, realize you are actually just terrified of living without her. Tell her with your hands shaking.
8. Say it deliberately, your tongue a springboard for every syllable. Over coffee, brushing your teeth side-by-side, as you turn off the light to go to sleep - it doesn't matter where. Do not adorn it with extra words like "i think" or " i might." Do not sigh heavily as if admitting it were a burden instead of the most joyous thing you've ever done. Look her in the eyes and pray, heart thumping wildly, that she will turn to you and say, "I love you too."
2. Sigh it into her mouth, wedged in between teeth and tongues. Don't even let your lips move when you say it, ever so lightly, into the air. Maybe it was just an exhalation of ecstasy.
3. Buy her flowers. Buy her chocolate. Buy her a teddy bear, because that's what every romantic comedy has taught you/everyone. Take her out to a nice restaurant where neither of you feel comfortable and spend the whole night clearing your throat and tugging at your tie. Feel like your actions are more suited to a proposal than the simple confession of something you've always known.
4. Whisper it into her hair in the middle of the night, after you've counted the space between her breaths and are certain she's asleep. Shut your eyes quickly when she shifts toward you in askance. Maybe you were just sleep whispering.
5. Blurt it out in the middle of an impromptu dance party in the kitchen, as clumsy as your two left feet. when times seems to freeze, hastily tack on "in that shirt" or "when you make your award-winning meatballs" or even, if you are feeling particularly brave, "when we do this." Resume dancing and pretend you don't feel her eyes on you the rest of the night.
6. Write her a letter in which the amount of circumnavigating and angst could rival Mr. Darcy's. Debate where to leave it all day - on her pillow? In her coat pocket? Throw it away in frustration, conveniently leaving it face up in the trashcan, her name scrawled on the front in your sloppy handwriting. Let her wonder if you meant it.
7. Wait until something terrible has happened and you can't not tell her anymore. Wait until she almost gets hit by a car crossing Wabash against the light and after you are done cursing at the shit-for-brains cab drivers in this city, realize you are actually just terrified of living without her. Tell her with your hands shaking.
8. Say it deliberately, your tongue a springboard for every syllable. Over coffee, brushing your teeth side-by-side, as you turn off the light to go to sleep - it doesn't matter where. Do not adorn it with extra words like "i think" or " i might." Do not sigh heavily as if admitting it were a burden instead of the most joyous thing you've ever done. Look her in the eyes and pray, heart thumping wildly, that she will turn to you and say, "I love you too."
Wednesday, April 10, 2013
iPhone Pictures
| Back from school 09042013
| Dinner getaway 08042013
| Outfit of that day
| Dinner getaway 08042013
| Lasalle for revision
Thursday, March 7, 2013
Christian Larson
Promise yourself to be so strong that nothing can disturb your peace of mind. Look at the sunny side of everything and make your optimism come true. Think only of the best, work only for the best, and expect only the best. Forget the mistakes of the past and press on to the greater achievements of the future. Give so much time to the improvement of yourself that you have no time to criticize others. Live in the faith that the whole world is on your side so long as you are true to the best that is in you.
| 1:34AM
YOU ARE A HOT CUP OF COFFEE ON DECEMBER MORNINGS, AN ICE-COLD SHOWER IN THE MIDDLE OF JULY. YOU ARE RAIN TAPPING OUT SECRET MESSAGES ON MY WINDOW, WHISPERING UNTOLD STORIES OF OUR FUTURE ON AN ISLAND NOT KNOWN TO MAN.
I AM GOING TO LOVE YOU AS FIERCELY AS OCEAN WINDS THAT RIP THROUGH THE CLOUDS LIKE TIGERS' TEETH AND BEAR CLAWS.
LIKE WOLVES MAKING MIDNIGHT WISHES ON AMBER MOONS THAT RESONATE ACROSS THE SKY THAT TWINKLES LIKE MOVIE-STAR SMILES, AND SHAKE EVERY LAST TREE IN THE FOREST.
Monday, March 4, 2013
Monday, February 4, 2013
February 4, 2013
You want to know what happiness is? It's waking up in the middle of the night for no reason, shifting under the blankets and feeling the heat of the person next to you. You turn around and see them in their most peaceful, innocent and vulnerable state. They breathe as though the weight of the world lays on anyone's shoulder but their own. You smile, kiss their face in the most gentle manner so as not to wake them. You turn back around and involuntarily a grin forms on your own face. You feel an arm wrap around your waist, and you know it doesn't get any better than this.
Saturday, January 12, 2013
I think that's what's wrong with thew world;
no one says what they really feel, they always hold it inside.
They're sad, but they don't cry. They're happy, but they don't dance or sing.
They're angry, but they don't scream. Because if they do, they feel ashamed and that's the worst feeling in the world. So everyone walks with their heads down and no one sees how beautiful the sky is.
no one says what they really feel, they always hold it inside.
They're sad, but they don't cry. They're happy, but they don't dance or sing.
They're angry, but they don't scream. Because if they do, they feel ashamed and that's the worst feeling in the world. So everyone walks with their heads down and no one sees how beautiful the sky is.
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