After I had laughed and cried and gone off for a while, I just sat there, petting the dog. The tears felt cool on my cheeks now and they weren’t coming anymore.
Friday Night Our homes were like ships, and all of them had started to flood. We knew the flooding was… Read more Spice Girls: “When four become one…”
It’s like beginning to get better after you’ve been sick for a while; your appetite’s only halfway there and walking up stairs makes you tired.
I wasn’t wishing that a boy was watching my boots move in the snow or observing the cuteness of my beanie OR that he was thinking I was cute or thinking that he was falling in love with me now.
“Pretend you’re dead,” I offered, shrugging. “Fall down and pretend you’ve been shot.”
She shook her head. “No one’s ever suggested that!” she laughed.
I dreamt about you last night. I was in our old apartment with my new best friend. It was dark… Read more Dream Chronicles: “You and me and the weird mango chili”
It’s hard to just painlessly “move past” a wall you’ve painted on for years. You scribbled, stenciled, white-washed, smeared, colored and beautified it.. it was something unique, original, and beautiful – something very “a part” of you, because it expressed so MUCH of you..
and that is who she was.
How can I walk away, without taking a picture?
And how can I leave with a picture, and not take a look at it every once and a while?
How can I look at that picture, and not still see it’s beauty..
and how can I see it’s beauty, and not want to return?