So my laundry is done, folded, hung-up and put away, my room cleaned, all of my papers are organized and I have several lists written: work to be done this week, things to do within the next two weeks, things I need to get/do before going to Rome for spring break etc. I've checked all three of my e-mails, my facebook, myspace, bank account, various ( Read more... )

Now I get it.

It's three AM and it comes on my iTunes at random. What're the chances of that? I'm currently soaking in my junior year of college life. Sitting at my desk squirming to get out of this chair and into my warm comfortable bed but whats stopping me is this paper and my coffee and cigarette breaks and the 5 more pages that need to be written before ( Read more... )

So I was just going into some over sized Tuperware for something to snack on while i do some homework before i go to bed. After opening the cover the first thing my eyes lay on is a box of Quaker Chewy bars in chocolate chip and peanut butter chip flavor variety pack. Eager, but undecided on which flavor to choose i reach for the box and underneath ( Read more... )

I want someone to stay up real late with me for no reason. 

It's great to me because I've had an awful day and I always feel as though there is emotional turmoil brewing at the surface and the I just turn my cheek, bite my lip, go out for a cigarette to wind down and eventually go to bed. Outside there are two people, one who brings such calmness and rationality to my life and one who is so new and exciting ( Read more... )

...but what about the thing she has on the shelf ( Read more... )

Writing is a release for me. It releases the ideas out of my brain that I can’t grasp any longer. For me, writing lets my emotions pour to paper. It lets my inner thoughts spread out into elaborate descriptions and swirls and stories.

Everything I notice and think of throughout my day I store in this section of my brain to write ( Read more... )

The assignment was to write about a fictional love or love letter or a dear john letter. I was thinking about mine all week until one day I found myself on lunch break at work with no lunch to eat and then I started writing and this literally poured out of me:

To be without you is like french fries with no ketchup. Alone it’s ok, maybe even ( Read more... )

Fall semester is always like awakening for me and then spring is just fun and new and rebirth. It's like I'm a tree who loses her leaves each season and sprouts buds to grow into beautiful flowers and leaves of all different colors.

Currently my leaves are shedding, but slowly. I'm not even half naked yet.

I want a tattoo. so soon.