Quick SandToday, 9:16 pm- I'm staring at the suitcase lying on my floor. Everything that matters to me is in there, and I gotta say, it's pretty empty. Three outfits, two necklaces, and a picture of my boyfriend: all my worldly belongings. I've been staring at this suitcase for half an hour, trying to figure out why I packed it. Half an hour ago I was ready to run, and now I can't even figure out why. This week has been a series of meaningless events, stretching me tighter until I finally broke. Any given Monday- Every Monday, I wake up at 6:30 am. And it is at that tiQuick Sand
JudeThe music in the store was blaring when I walked in, and the lights were dimmed. It was exactly the sort of place I tried to avoid. It seemed weird to me that people would try to attract customers by making them feel anxious. But this, apparently, was exactly the type of store that Cody needed to go to. "Dude, I think maybe I should get some new clothes," Cody had told me this afternoon. I obliged, mostly because he had been really freaking depressing lately.Jude
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The MemoryCandace never knew her father. Well, that was an exaggeration. She had known her father for 23 years. For 23 years she had turned to him every time she had taken the wrong turn.The Memory
On the first anniversary of his death; however, she realized how little she really knew about him. He knew that her favorite color was yellow. He knew she liked her rigatoni undercooked so that the noodles were a little crunchy. He knew that he had paid for her to become an accountant, but what she really wanted was to be a writer. And he was ok with that.
"Candy Cane, I just want you to be happy", he told her when she bro
Plunged into DarknessCatherine had always been different. Ever since before she could remember, she had known and seen things that were not supposed to exist.Plunged into Darkness
It hadn't been so bad when she was little. Everyone just thought she had an overactive imagination and Catherine hadn't felt the need to label things back then. It didn't matter that she saw creatures made of shadow and leaf in the woods surrounding her grandparent's home. Nor did it matter that she sometimes knew things without having any obvious way of gaining that knowledge.
Now she was 23 and her world was clearly defined into what was real and what her mind made up, because a
October 1, 2007---it’s 3 amOctober 1, 2007---
i’m sitting outside my dorm with a cigarette this is habit, not addiction i don’t smoke (i mean i do, but never because i need it only because there is nothing else to do) by halfway through i feel sick, and i’m really just watching it burn down toward my hand which is shaking. i miss your hands.
ClicheEverything is now a cliche. These days Writing about grief? There'll be someone sadder. Just being yourself? Everyone already did that Yesterday.Cliche
& don't get me started On poetry. Because honestly It isn't the order of your words Or the flow Or the rhyme
It's how much of your heart that you cut out and leave on the page.
Morning‘It’s raining again,’ he says when I wake up. He’s always up before me, even if he goes to sleep later. He gets up early to have time to himself and watch the rain or the way the small grove of trees outside looks in the morning.Morning
It’s cold in his room like usual; he likes it cold, and I’m shivering under the blankets, refusing to come out. I don’t have to right away, I have time to waste.
He looks at me and says, ‘I had a dream about you last night.’ And I know he didn’t. He tells me that every morning I wake up in his bed and I don’t know why. I smile
writing.
Fear
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Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
~Dylan Thomas
it sounds so much less lesbianish now
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Rain comes pourin' down,
Fallin' from blue skies
Words give out a sound,
comin' from your eyes
about you.
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Rain comes pourin' down,
Fallin' from blue skies
Words give out a sound,
comin' from your eyes
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Rain comes pourin' down,
Fallin' from blue skies
Words give out a sound,
comin' from your eyes
thanks for the add.
as for your disease... where did the name mawny come from?! lol... cute tho
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Rain comes pourin' down,
Fallin' from blue skies
Words give out a sound,
comin' from your eyes
And many many thanks for the
Appreciate your support.
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I might just lose my mind and rob a lace shop.
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