timid faces, scrutinizing. each surveying those around. cold, tile floors. an assortment of t-shirts, basketball shorts and tennis shoes clothe those who collect around cold, long tables. whispered conversations float like the buzzing of tiny bees. stretching, then into a line. when did i get so short? number three, lucky me. loosening up. shy ( Read more... )

A tiny butterfly, beating wings against cold, metal bars. Begging, pleading for understading. There is more to her than that second of light fluttering displays. Floating in and out of memory as soft and quiet as the warm summer breeze. Upon inspection: tiny, unique details adorning her wings. When wings are spread, they are visible; she is spotted ( Read more... )

memories still linger, like the shoes on my feet. it's so hard to let go. the longer i remain in this mindset, the more i feel comforted in this familiar, new place. They may have my presence, but they cannot steal what I now know, the woman I am becoming. New friends in distant places encourage me with words of longing... I miss you, too. I'll ( Read more... )

Last night I got off the fence
‘Cause I won’t be the fool
On this side the grass is greener than
The garden that I used to grow
I’m walking on down the road

I can never promise that you’ll never be lonely
But as long as we’re together it can always only be

Misery

Hanson... you rock my life.

~ From Chicken Soup For the Teenage Soul ( Read more... )

i'm just going to write. do not reply to this if you are going to criticize- even constructive criticism. i'm still self-conscious ( Read more... )

WANTED:

A make-out buddy.

Need for: satisfying of occassional snogging withdrawal.

Requirements: Cannot think I'm ugly or annoying; Must be at least semi-attractive (this means more than just looks); Must be up for an attachment-free relationship (fwb).

ok, so i'm halfway kidding. but snogging withdrawal really sucks and it's killing me.

the thing that sucks about online journals: there are things i want to post in here, but can't.

i would give anything to be poetic. so i'm trying it ( Read more... )

"the fame thing's not really real, you know. and don't forget... i'm also just a girl... standing in front of a boy... asking him to love her."

i <3 notting hill. it makes me soo happy.