January 2011
just something i'm working on:
Yesterday’s ribbons fall by her ankles, and she becomes the kind of girl you write poems about. With hair like forgotten syllables, and pupils too open to be really seeing, she writes novels like excuses. Their pages flying from her hands, lying crumpled by her fantasies, this is the kind of girl you stare at. Washed, the salt scrubbed from her eyelashes, the snowflakes melt and lose themselves on...
combine Lea's exclamation points from her last 4...
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i am in a constant battle with my mind. i go from thinking that i am special for being “intelligent” to realizing that being aware of my being special is, in fact a sign that i am just seeking attention and simply something i like thinking about myself. then i realize that being aware of that fact counter-acts itself, and i am stuck in an endless paradox of myself. i have not yet...
The more people I love, the more alone I am. I...
never smell the inside of a pointe shoe...
just, don’t do it
i am in serious Glee withdrawal...
specifically, Lea Michele withdrawal. i also just miss sitting on the couch with Lucien and Laura and Grace and Kris and watching Glee as a study break… only one more day until i’m home safe, and it will be possible again. Glee is already packed and ready to go. Guys, i miss you. i’m coming home.
so, i saw Country Strong, that movie with Gwyneth Paltrow as the alcoholic country star who tries to make a comeback.. i have to say, i left that movie not only bawling my eyes out, but feeling so conflicted and confused and refreshed all at the same time. it was one of the better movies i’ve seen in a while, based on the emotions it was able to bring forth in me.
not much can make me cry,...
who here is retro enough to remember Tumblarity?
