January 2010
52 posts
wandering free,
wish i could be
come in,
close the door, i’ll shut the windows. we’ll seal ourselves in,
airtight.
time will huff, space will puff
but we will hear only what these beating hearts choose to tell us,
we will feel everything for each other.
people are a lot like bobby pins
we need each other.
for the longest time, i never understood bobby pins.
i didn’t understand why people chose to use them & how they were able to use them to hold up elaborate hair-dos. whenever i tried to use them, they would just slide right out with even the slightest nod. my conclusion- they were flimsy & useless.
recently i gave them another shot & i finally figured them...
pants on the ground,
pants on the ground- lookin’ like a fool with your pants on the ground!
life is so perfectly wonderful when you have friends to be foolish with. ♥
ellen broke dance. debra roffled.
& the world was lol-vely. ♥
a dream is a wish your heart makes
when you’re fast asleep. in dreams, you lose your heartaches, whatever you wish for, you keep.
yeah, heart, that’s just great- i get it.
you think i don’t want it too?
sure, it felt good, heck, it felt real- it was everything i wanted
but now it’s 5 am & i’m awake & the heartache just piles on 183973921 times heavier
is this what you wanted, heart? tch,...
6 pm
some say dinner time, (a very jetlagged) i say bed time!
good night, world. :)
breathe in for luck
i’m starting to think that love no longer sweeps in like a whirlwind, but rather, meek and unnoticed, passed over as something seemingly ordinary, like a breath, and you just gotta keep breathing in and out, and in, and out,
and that will make all the difference.
breathe in so deep.
(sept. 10, 2008)
just keep breathing.
littlemiss:
“Silly is you in a natural state, and serious is something you have to do until you can get silly again.” - Mike Myers
silly is by far one of my most favoritest state of beings. :)
alice: DEBS YOU CAVED!!! HORCRUXED YOUR SOUUUUL...
teehee, alice, i love you. ♥
i had forgotten all about this-
may 16, 2009: i made a tumblr but i think i’m gonna go disband it and all of its one post. i must. i gotta. no matter how aesthetically pleasing and brand-spanking-new and shiny it is. goodness. i’m such a compulsive blogger- the self-proclaimed pokemaster (hyphenated word?) of the blogging world: gotta catch’em all. xanga....
piglet: when you wake up in the morning, pooh, what’s the first thing you say to yourself? pooh: what’s for breakfast? what do you say, piglet? piglet: i say, i wonder what’s going to happen exciting today? pooh: *nods thoughfully* it’s the same thing.
blueberry & banana pancakes + sausage, egg & cheese croissant, definitely very exciting. :)
watching ellen...
truth is
the only reason this wasn’t a hard goodbye is because we never got to have a hello- & that was the hardest part of all.
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tylerknott:
“Peel the skin of love and living underneath it will be shared laughter.” - Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson
you can pick your friends & you can pick your nose
but you can’t pick your friend’s nose.
or can you? erruhm, you’re kind of inside my body.
nice clavicles, i’ll show you mine if you show me yours.
would you feel violated if you had leg hair & i played with it?
stop touching my knees!
kevin really, really doesn’t like being violated,
but i don’t really mind.
after all, what are friends for if not...
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ask me anything & everything.
& You answer:
my child, i love you. & as long as you’re seeking my face,
you’ll walk in the power of my daily sufficient grace.
- laura story, “grace”
books i’ve read this break:
life of pi
the autobiography of santa claus
movies i’ve watched this break:
love happens
management
the ultimate gift
i love you, beth cooper
adventureland
funny people
the proposal
the blind side
iq
the break-up artist
post grad
serious moonlight
there’s something so wrong with this.
& i shall reflect on this some more,
right...
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hoozah!
i have acquired me some GOLDEN GRAHAMS. :) :) ♥
hello,
breakfast.
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oo, a dollar bill i got as change from anna’s tacqueria & spent on california rolls at cambridgeside galleria (boston-ish, ma) has found it’s way to new hampshire! even though that’s not too far, i wonder how it got there! who’s pocket? who’s wallet? who’s grubby little hands or wisened old hands or dexterous musical hands or calloused sailing hands? i...
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i can never get used to the sound of my macbook chomping on, gnawing at, devouring a disc- it’s frightful!