March 2011
10 posts
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My life right now.
Reading: Stories: A collection of short stories written in 2010, Of Bees and Mist, and Lowboy.
Watching: I’ve loved you so long (right this moment, actually.), and The Flight of The Red Balloon. Both French
Listening: Childish Gambino, Wolf parade, Peter Bjorn and John, Mumford&Sons, Grizzly Bear, and of course, as always, good ole’ Thom Yorke.
Doing: A new set of written...
You are an idiot. A confusing, bumbling idiot, who...
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I put up with it not because I am nice, or...
I won't lie, and say things are perfect. "Things"...
February 2011
38 posts
Swallow me Whole.
There is a place I go, that swallows me whole, when I allow my eyes to rest. In this place, my mind thrives, and I have no say, as to what use my thoughts are put to. Here, I am small and feeble, swallowed by darkness, and drowned, in the hues of shadowy black, and morbid red discoloring. In this place, my writing comes to life. Wrecking all in its’ path, including myself. This place I speak...
Oh life, how you choose not to work yourself out,...
My life is such a sad, sad version of some crummy...
Time for a good old-fashion list.
Things I can not live with out (I know, exaggerating much?)
A good cup of tea
Hazel Nut Coffee
All natural chap-stick
My eye glasses
My growing collection of Novels and Books
My growing collection of Music
Netflix
Lists
Camera
Pens and Pencils, And Paper, (Oh my!)
Vintage clothing and Jewelry (Gotta love the idea of all the stories behind each piece)
Playing Cards
Sketch Books
Elle...
To Do List.
- Breakfast
- Shower
- Get Dressed
- Don’t Waste Away the Day.
My latest works. →
I don't know how to talk to you, or tell you what...
Libraryland: "Still I Rise" by Maya Angelou →
libraryland:
You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may trod me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I’ll rise. Does my sassiness upset you? Why are you beset with gloom? ‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells Pumping in my living room. Just like moons and like suns, With the…
I went to the Library and picked up four novels.
- Old Border Road
by: Susan Froderberg
-The Handbook for Lightning Strike Survivors
by: Michele Young-Stone
-My Wife’s Affair
by: Nancy Woodruff
-Anthill
by: E.O Wilson
I am really looking forward to starting them.
Mia Farrow at the end of Rosemary's Baby: Pure....
Treating myself to a valentines movie. One of my...
Oh, how I love Roman Polanski films.
My body is aching with the weight of my heavy...
List of Films I need to watch very soon.
When Did you Last see Your Father?
Married Life
The Band’s Visit
Brick Lane (I would also like to read the novel)
Moliere
The Secret in Their Eyes
Following (Somehow there is a Nolan film I have not seen, I know…Tsk Tsk)
The Thin Red Line
“I was drawn to all the wrong things: I liked to drink, I was lazy, I didn’t have...”
– Charles Bukowski (via quote-book)
-I have recently found a spot in myself for Charles, so naturally, this is appealing.
“I hate talking to you. Mainly because I yearn to do so. I wish I could tell you...”
hunter-and-emily asked: :( people always call me cute too and while it's nice to hear, i also hate it.
but i think you are bee you tee phul.
xxo emily
but i think you are bee you tee phul.
xxo emily
it has been an odd day for me...
I am not pleased with myself, I woke up feeling….I don’t know….low I guess.
I couldn’t look in the mirror without feeling gross. I want to be taller, and leaner. I want to be called pretty, not cute. I am tired of everyone saying I am cute. I am 19, not 12. I know this all may seem childish, but it’s the truth. Also, I am tired of myself…which means I can feel...
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I want the kind of thing Pam and Jim, from The...
My life is full of unwarranted chaos and...
This will be where I post strictly poetry and... →
It begins with a slight touch of the arm.Then her fingers, full of teases, trail down his arm, skip his hand, and land on his thigh. As her hand slowly roams, her eyes look his entire being up and down, as if seeing what it is exactly he amounts to. She doesn’t even like him, she does not appreciate him. Witnessing this hurts me, and an aching feeling manifests between my muscle tissue and...
January 2011
39 posts
Ode to an Apple.
I take a bite. I taste sweet nectar, after my tongue feels the smooth skin, and my teeth make their way into the warm insides. The juice, unlike the meat, is cool and sweet, and I quickly lick up a dewy droplet just as it is trying to make it’s escape around the curve of my lip. This is the sweetest sensation I have felt today, and my mind takes a minute to recognize this splendid pleasure....
I am eager to end what began.
To take a chance with something new. I am tired of the routine that has suddenly taken place with what I thought could be a good thing. It saddens me, and causes a tired to wash over my bones, making me sleepy. I wanted so much for this to be the good thing that would happen for me, the one thing I could look forward to, but each day it becomes more of a chore. I can’t tell whether it is me...