Notre Père, qui es aux cieux ( Read more... )

So you know when your mom decides to act like she has a mental capacity of a dramatic, stress-ridden, mood swinging, hip-popping, bitchy 12-year-old girl ( Read more... )

Jay: Tik Tik?
Me: What? It's cute.
Jay: I'm a guy...I can't do cute.
Me: Yes you can.
Jay: No...I can't.
Me: That's the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard..
Jay: No it's not.
Me: Whatever don't lie to me.
Jay: Ok.. *kisses me on the nose*

CUTEST MOMENT OF MY ENTIRE LIFE.

It's a funny thought- the place that I spend the vast majority of my time and the place that demands the most of me, both dealing with responsibility and maturity is the one place that I really feel at home and, oddly enough, completely and utterly relaxed ( Read more... )

Today I ran 4 miles. I feel like my ass is separating from the rest of my body. It's ridiculous ( Read more... )

I haven't slept in 13 days ( Read more... )

Celia, youre breaking my heart ( Read more... )

Today was...just another ordinary day ( Read more... )

17 years, 9 months and 26 days is a long time to know someone. It's time enough to know how they laugh when they're just being polite, how they smile when they mean it, how they scowl when they're frustrated, how they cry when they're feeling guilty ( Read more... )

It's like...it was never meant to happen. That flash, and then all of a sudden...the knife-like pain, the seeping blood, the scream that called them here. Nothing, nobody is safe. Pores open and close, like trying to retain air, creating what is now left of the dessert. The gentle slashing woke no one. Woke no one.