Sometimes I wish I could keep the sky at my fingertips and the air in the palm of my hands. Every day feels like yesterday, as of late. It's a cycle; I'm not really heading anywhere in particular. My head is in the clouds; perfect little stars for eyes, and a heart as big as the world to hold everyone I meet, kiss, taste, love, and see. Let's drink ( Read more... )

On some nights, I get this odd feeling of emptiness. Not the emptiness I felt when we stopped being lovers and not the emptiness when suitor number two and I stopped speaking. It's an emptiness that starts in my heart, I feel it in my chest cavity. It's as if the blood that flows through my body runs cold, I feel it creeping down my arms, down my ( Read more... )

Forever feels like a minute ( Read more... )

Sometimes it feels like life goes in slow motion.

I don't think I've been this excited in a long time. I was practically dancing when my mother announced to me that she had purchased 2 tickets to go see COLDPLAY on the 22nd. That is one of the few bands that can acutally make my cry & I'm going to see them live in a matter of days ( Read more... )

Friday morning I went with Alex to a cafe for an early morning breakfast and while we were dining on tostadas and coffee, a man leaned over, inspected his shirt, and asked him point-black: "So, how much do you want for it?". I'd never seen a man buy someone else's shirt off their back. One of the highlights of my day ( Read more... )

my chest feels completely and totally empty

deprived of oxygen

deprived of a heartbeat.

I cut my hair & it's a little less than stellar, at least not exactly how I expected. But thankfully, I can add a few hair products and VOILA! a beautiful mess of brown locks.

I can't wait for The Rules of Attraction to come out on dvd. I am in love with Shannyn Sossamon and her style. Every hat she wears I want to own !

There is not enough air in this earth to sustain me. I feel short of breath yet so satisfied. Just to glance over and be able to see you, to roll over and be able to touch you, brings me to another level. I’m high. I’m beyond the clouds, floating past the sun, brushing my fingertips against its hot surface. I want to inhale you like smoke then ( Read more... )

In anticipation to see the movie version of Chicago, I've immersed myself in the soundtrack. I've pranced about my house all day long singing "All That Jazz" at the top of my lungs by myself. I want to run away to New York City and audition for Broadway and blow them away. I'd be that girl with that voice who came in with one suitcase of clothing ( Read more... )