More than once, with people I loved dearly, I have said I no longer loved them, to push them away, far away in a safety zone: because I will never be happy. I will never be satisfied. There will always be something… more, that I want. I have more promise rings then most people, I am sure. Twice, I even pushed away sentenced before they pulled the ( Read more... )

I don’t make promises ( Read more... )

i write, because i can ( Read more... )

I can't get through today without thinking of you. 
I thought dropping a line would make me feel better, but it doesn't, not at all, it will most likely make me feel worse.

I think it's called closure. You may have gotten yours, but i didn't, and i think you planned it that way. Stopping me in the middle of a crowd... really? I couldn't yell, i ( Read more... )

It's disappointing. 
It's that sickening feeling, like when you've realized you have lost something you will never find again... yet, everyday, you get to stare at people who still have what you don't.

I guess i just don't understand.
I've resented most of my life. And now, with all these people in my way that are supposed to be in my heart... are the ( Read more... )

Your remarkable resemblance to Jethro Gibbs makes my stomach turn.

Knots even.
Like that feeling in the middle of our stomach as you drive yourself to the dentist.

It's disrupting.
His hair cut, his half smile, this over dramatic last sentence, the way his nasal cavities swell under the eyes from being tired or hung over. I think he sunburns the same ( Read more... )

There's a small corner over there, where she sits ( Read more... )

Kelly Oxford on Writing:

"It’s that Sunday night before a Monday when your book report is due and you haven’t begun your opening paragraph--Every. Single. Day."

Find the full article here: http://kellyoxford.tumblr.com/post/25930198150/last-weeks-latimes-article-ran-in-chicago

I don't know why i do this to myself ( Read more... )

It's rather funny ( Read more... )