January 2012
5 posts
“It’s lovely to know that the world can’t interfere with the inside of your head.”
December 2011
12 posts
“I will hold your voice in a little box
And when you come upon me I won’t look...”
– Dorthea Lasky
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Listen
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“And “Baby,” I’ll tell her “don’t keep your nose up in the air like that, I know...”
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I vow to stay.
I vow to love with every ounce of my being, to forget my selfish wants and needs, to never lie again (to kiss, run, sing, dance, cry like I really mean it.) To listen to the Boss and read good books. To stop boys from ruining my nights and to remember that I AM LOVED, FOREVER. To write down my thoughts and add the Cranberries to my ongoing playlist. To remember my bad dreams so...
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November 2011
27 posts
“Do everything without complaining or arguing, so that you may become blameless...”
Sexy = Joseph Gordon-Levitt’s voice while singing “Here Comes Your Man” drunk.
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“Follow your inner moonlight; don’t hide the madness.”
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things/questions on my mind:
What time did I fall asleep last night?
Does yoga really make your feet bigger?
Will I read APUSH today, or tomorrow?
I hope he isn’t mad I fell asleep early.
Oatmeal cookies sound amazing.
This is a lame-ass list.
Kay I’m done.
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Damn it. I’m in love.
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“Here’s to the kids whose idea of a good night is sitting on the hood of a...”
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I want.
I want to be many things to many people. I want to be free and to contradict the typical teenager. I want someone to look at me and see their entire world and realize how very fragile we humans are. I want someone to love God more than they love me. I want to be beautiful not in looks, or words, but in what I am. I want to scream until I cry, cry until I laugh and then do the whole thing...
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October 2011
21 posts
“In periods of rapid personal change, we pass through life as though we are...”
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I hate to sound like a stereotypical teenager, dripping with angst and selfishly pitying myself while there are people dying of countless causes all across the globe, but I need to speak my mind somewhere. This is my somewhere.
I am tired of high school. Of girls dressed up like prostitutes and boys wearing flat bills and over-sized rhinestone studs. I am tired of the f-word, the b-word, and...
