May 2010
the miracle maze
i miss that monstrosity. i wish there was a kickass playground around. i’d apperate to it.
i hate memorial day
because of memorial day, i have missed out on…
-a cool evening to celebrate Oldden’s birthday because of stupid cemeteries
-having a chill day filled with movie maddness at Alex and Ashley’s because of stupid traffic
-seeing friend who were tied up at stupid family cookouts
i crave reality
i hope that all the things i’m remembered for are the small things that came from my heart and burn with my passion and changed somebody’s life.
maybe this time
as much as i know you love me, i can’t help but being afraid. that’s why everyday i make sure that i make you smile even if it’s just once. because someone once told me they couldn’t handle my darkness. and i just want to know that my sunshine is worth the darkness. it’s the biggest thing i’m afraid of. because i love you.
if everything could feel this real forever
promise me that we will always climb trees together. and go stealth fighting in the rain.
promise me that we will always dance on tables. and go for music walks past our bedtimes.
promise me that we will always have 2am heart-to-hearts. and order dominos at midnight.
promise me that will will always make cinnamon buns. and never stop loving lady gaga.
promise me that we will always watch...
triangular theory of love →
cures for the writer's plague
stop doing whatever you are doing…and write.
and when you can’t write…think about what you are writing.
when you are sleeping…dream about your writing.
inspirations are sparse
ideas are fleeting
muses lose their charm
write whenever you can
it brings us to new heights
that's not my name
don’t call me something you don’t mean because you don’t know me. i opened a door that you could cross through, but it was no interest to you. you weren’t there to dry the tears. in fact, you were the one who made me cry. and all those nights caught under the stars, it was never your face they lit up. my wishes now are not my wishes then. and even then you did not know me....
not a cool trend
“Kurt’s Dad” is a trending topic worldwide.
An FB friend of a friend commented “this was the most important moment in cable television.”
However, I just rolled over Boston’s trending topics. I am not impressed with their commentary. People’s mockery of that speech disgust me. They clearly did not understand of the point that Burt Hummel was so boldly,...
try this free writing experiment/exercise
-Take 2 minutes to write down as many potential titles that come to mind
-Now pick one and take 5 minutes to write any part of that story
-In 2 minutes, write down “codewords” that have to do with this story…places, items, feelings, anything
-Pick one of those codewords and spend 5 minutes writing about it
It’s just a very interesting little waste of time :-)
in the end, it's only the little things that will...
It was the little moments that had always mattered the most and now more than ever, the little moments were adding up. It seemed as if everything was falling into place. Every moment snowballed into itself. Those little moments that used to mean so much were now turning into great moments, hours, whole afternoons. It was the simple happiness of being around people whose company you enjoyed. The...
“Sometimes I’ve believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast.”
– Alison Wonderland
it's my birthday and i'll cry if i want to
so my friend just brought to my attention that it’s my birthday and asked if i was doing anything. and when i said i wasn’t she got all sad. and i’m sad too because, well, summer birthdays are hard, especially memorial day. plus, i miss everyone. should i just go ahead and plan something? it’s probably too last minute. plus, i don’t want yet another mall trip. i think...
“Nothing is as important as passion. No matter what you want to do with your...”
– Jon Bon Jovi
if i'm walking to hold you
no matter the o’clocks past midnight or the dollars of gas or the steps through the mall or the bills of text messages or the stresses of getting lost or the distance to the middle of no where or the loneliness of the car ride or the snow on the roads…
it’s nothing compared to the time i get to spend with you <3
this has been a good weekend
filling in the implications
in going through my things tonight, seeing old pictures of old faces once prized, i realized that it was like seeing strangers. and when my best friend asked “what happened to them” the answers didn’t seem to matter. in fact, they were generally forgotten. however, there is one answer i do still remember, i still feel. maybe because it mattered more.
as much as we say we want to...
the tumbl-verse
sometimes 140 characters just isn’t enough. let’s see how this goes.
