she shutters when she looks back in nostalgia. the actions were out of love... she wasnt sure of that. the memories of their past were shady, full of harsh words and petty drama, but that was all they knew. it was high school dammit. that was all they knew. those words, bannering her stream of thoughts, were beginning to show their weak posting... ( Read more... )

she lost her shine in the appeal of the shimmers the world had to offer. "its just so much more beautiful than i," she would think to herself, "why dont i shine as such?" so she changed and changed herself, until her shine was a reflection of the other shimmers in the world ...and forever was she lost among them.

dont wake me this dream im reeling is a wonderful one.

the photo was shot at dusk. hues of pink fading into purple ultimately consumed by blue and darkness perdicted the future. i tried to ignore the signs... but the photo captured it, shot from the inside looking out, developed the next day.

it is at the prime of our arguements that he loves to walk away. as if with a learned knowledge that i always win them. this time however it upset me. i had a great arguement in mind and ready for the coup de tat ( Read more... )

remember when it was true that i always wore blue, when i fixed my lisptick and it was always perfect, never a smudge line, never too much, and i took your breath away ( Read more... )

what a delightful discovery she thought!
a way to a man's heart is through knowing the origin of his quotes! it's meeting the extent of his studies and cultural interests.
she holds the power of seduction in the palm of her hand, the remote.

only because there was nothing left to say, she found it necessary to excuse herself of talking for the rest of their date. small talk is cheap she thought. small talk is fickle and fake. two adjectives of which she would die before creating a bond with. with his head in god knows where and his eyes fixated on her breasts, she figured he'd never ( Read more... )