March 2012
55 posts
why i never attempt romance
because shit like this always happens…
sry i 8 ur fce bb
Ow.
“well, i mean, she’s really good at playing white trash…but i’m not really a fan of her”
—almar, on Kirsten Dunst
It's fucking beautiful outside!
Rewind to 8th grade.
Rearranged and cleaned my whole room, drawers and all. Found this: written for a class in 10-17-05 (just turned 14!) but I don’t remember what it was for, nor the class (Period 9-3?). Rewritten word for word, spelling & grammer mistakes included (God it makes me wince.)
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Love
Strong emotions pulse through your body
Love. His love for you.
The smell of rose petals piercing the air. Valentine’s Day.
Memorys of walks through the park.
Autumn leaves crunching under your feet as he kissed you.
The layer of sweat convering him. The smell of his hair.
Love…His rough hands cupping your face
Each scar on his body memorized
Love…The taste of his sweet lips on yours
Love…His voice. Soft and melodious. Whispers in your ear during passionate love making
His voice. cracklking miles aways as 3 second phone calls to your just to say I love you.
Love…Never wanting to lose him for you cannot bear to think what you would do if you did
Love…tastes bittersweet because he is gone.
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WHY WOULD I WRITE “PASSIONATE LOVE MAKING” IN A CLASS ASSIGNMENT?
The horror!
7:15am, on the dot.
He chatted up the barista enthusiastically, hand gestures included. The nametag said Bethany and she genuinely found him endearing, leaning in to hear his next story about the funny little thing that happened yesterday. A daily ritual they both knew was a solid perk in the bustle of their schedules. Something they looked forward to each morning.
There was chemistry.
Sippity Sip Sip.
Lychee Lemonades = so good.
Can’t wait til I can start ordering cocktails when going out to happy hour.
Gotta try the Cucumber Daiquiri. Woooooo
