Ohhhhh my gosh, I have not been to this journal in years! Gosh, it's so odd to be here again ( Read more... )

I feel like I've tumbled down the path of deja vu. Without even meaning to, I've somehow discovered a bunch of new things about our old Forum. -chuckles ( Read more... )

Oh, Italy, how I will embrace you.
June 10th -- June 17th.

“I don’t think I can do it,” I say, fingers poised above the tiny black keyboard, trembling. I swallow back the dry fear swelling within my throat, threatening to rise past my parted lips ( Read more... )

i love you.

you're not supossed to say things like that.

. . .

oh.

. . .

i love you.

Hello everyone . . .

Lately, for some reason, I have been looking through all my old memories of the Glass -- photos saved, journal entries, etc. I saved so much after the Glass closed. And I never looked through them.

I have a journal, that I bought in 2004. It was a kind of nostalgic journal, and I filled many of the entries with moments from ( Read more... )

"What you don't know, can't hurt you."

Agreed?

I wrote this story last semester for fiction writing class, but never posted it because I never liked it. I combined two different moods to this piece, and it bothers me that I couldn't decide on one. But I am posting it now, just because I really don't have anything to lose by doing so. ^-^

( this is my confession )

He threw back his head, lips parted widely; and as his long blond curls shook about his neck, he laughed, brilliantly. Oh, it was tantalyzing to see him laugh -- how the energy filled his eyes, enlivened the tiny cells in his flushed face to pump wildly with blood -- with raw intoxicating life ( Read more... )

I miss the old times so badly I am almost threatened to dig through all my old files and pretend I have gone back in time; that I am back with all the old members and that They and there, at the Glass; and I'm confused again by Their words but it doesn't matter to me. They are there and I feel warm inside with quiet respect and joy ( Read more... )