i made a new journal.

it's laurah_borealis.

it's friends only for now. comment and i WILL add you. like, seriously. even if we don't know each other.

i wish i didn't know. but i can't keep from reading ( Read more... )

I'm confused. If I talk to her or read her site, I'm reminded of it and I just worry and we always end up talking about it, and I usually go into lecture mode, as much as I try to stop myself. If I don't talk or read I feel like I should be more involved or supportive or I just can't stand not knowing her thoughts that very second. I know I can't ( Read more... )

this is driving me insane ( Read more... )

I love summer. Ahhh ( Read more... )

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this week has been so eye-opening ( Read more... )

"No, Laurah, they're SUPPOSED to look like that! That's what women strive for!"

wtf?

The bra was pink, really uncomfortable, and ridiculously padded. I'm 14, I'm allowed to have teeny boobs. Hell, I can have teeny boobs whenever I want to have teeny boobs. I like my teeny boobs.

Erm... would burning it just be too cliche?

almost heaven= meeting lexi at the flea market, buying really, really fake chinese food and eating it against the wall where i said i'd sleep if i were a hobo ( Read more... )

Sometimes... okay, all the time, it feels like poetry is the only thing that's real. We'd all be skeletons of ourselves, everything would be physical, scientific... art would be nothing more than smearing paint onto a canvas, love would be a chemical reaction to make us fuck each other, cold and warm would have no meaning besides cold and warm.