November 2011
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someone from my school needs to call in with a bomb threat so then we have the whole week off.
pretty sparkling things. a little home filled with gold and sun kissed atumn leaves. bowls with shiny fish and a wall of pictures. smooth stones from waves washed over and over. ceilings painted clear blue and a room with footprints on the floor.
a glass wall and a lady bug that lives in the windowsill. a big shelf of books and a big white room with a piano.
I’m always a step behind you. I did...
this is a hangover that has lasted weeks. there are a few moments to last summer I wish I could relive over and over again. I laid in the sun today but it didn’t tan me as well as the mid July sun did. there’s a cool breeze and its hitting me that winter is coming. the demise of summer is always the most bittersweet, i remember it clearly even though it’s already ended. today you didn’t...
she wasn’t pretty when she was younger, not at all really. she was too tall. hair too dark. skin too pale. her veins bled through her white skin like blue-green sharpie on thin paper.
she was quiet, very alone. very sad. very smart. she was much smarter than me. she was frustrated by not being able to control everything. unable to control the tides she turned her back on the ocean.
she grew up...
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what i wanna do with my life is collect victorias secret reward cards.
