February 2012
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I am so busy lately
but I really need to get back to writing. I’ve been talking with my sisters lately about my book and they’re honestly blown away. If I take the time to do it, I can make it happen. I need to put my priorities in check!
… a little difficult to say when you are taking 15 credits, have the cutest boy in the whole world sleeping next to you, and you are the new Director of Social...
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SO EXCITED FOR TODAY
Casey and I are taking a trip to Spring Hill for the evening :) He’s going to meet Mom & Dad and we’re going for dinner. This is by far the longest I’ve talked to anyone without them meeting my parents … 5 months. They’re anxious.
Side-note: He’s the most precious human being. You should have seen him last night. I can’t.
Accidentally in...
Anonymous asked: whats up with kevin rough? weren't yall friends?
Anonymous asked: Do you still think about tyler?
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words that force to arrange themselves nicely
I think the worst part is that I had never had anyone tell me No. And then there was your heart. And there were my hands.
I felt foolish for feeling empty. You were always anxiously checking your watch. And there were birds, I’m sure, perched on the top of the light posts in the parking lot that watched us say goodbye, figuring it was only a matter of time. From up there, my entire world...
Anonymous asked: what was your big valentine's day surprise
Anonymous asked: you've been through a lot in your young life. know that you have a lot to offer this world. you are beautiful, smart, creative, and loved. live to your fullest potential. love others, but more importantly love yourself, you have no reason not to. idk if you have a valentine or not, but just know that you yourself can be the best valentine you've ever had. embrace that, and be happy!
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Party
pseudo-poet:
I could taste — as you leaned in to kiss me — the spoils of our night, a few short hours in passing — were I a different woman (though not younger, perhaps more innocent perhaps more lonely) perhaps the acrid “stench” would have driven me to turn my spinning head — but instead, I was drawn all the more in, to have a taste of what poison I had already accepted.
Yes, oh yes
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don't. mess. with my man.
find your own and leave
mine
alone
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Casey, on the subject of Valentines Day
“My plan is going to destroy yours!” / “You’re donezoooo” / “You’re going to freak out and possibly cry”
I don’t know if I should be scared or totally infatuated.
Probably the latter.
Oh, be still my heart <3
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POV
If you sit
under it
the freckles
of the stars
in the sky
resemble
the face of a lover
whose memory I’ve
had to dismember
and reassemble
numerous times.
But if
you sat under
it you wouldn’t
see the same face
that I do.
You’d see
balls of fire
where I see freckles
and you’d see
Orion
where I see Ryan
and his sand colored
hair, dirt
colored shorts.
Yet...
Haven't written in ages.
I have a poem due on Wednesday.
Prompts? Help?
Betchhhhhhhhhhhhhh
January 2012
42 posts
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“Depression is humiliating. It turns intelligent, kind people into zombies who...”
– (via latterman)
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Cling
Plans for Sunday: our day
to spend in bed recovering from Saturday
and exchanging secrets.
1:16 PM and he
is too busy. He says, how
are you feeling?
I say melancholy. I think
why are you
not here, why do
I feel I need you to be?
It sickens me. I lay
alone
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It must be tiring / Gasparilla 2012 / Just for...
I started using when I was sixteen and from then on, it’s been a battle between cleanliness and being the scum of the earth.
I’m nineteen now. In college. Holding an important officer position in the best sorority a girl could ask for, also doubling as the best chapter on campus.
I have everything—a room cluttered with rhinestone tops and expensive denim jeans. A boy who tells...
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January 26
I wonder where you are today.
I overcame this. It took a year.
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Untitled
Straying images of the hairs on your arm and the eyes that no one ever saw
but me. You had
to be there. Seven weeks
I spent, let
your smile slide its way through the streaming reaches of my heart;
there, I hoped
it wouldn’t hurt
like the days before you
or mysteriously worse, post-departure. Post-
coming to your senses. I weighed
the possibility of inevitability
long...
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Early Anniversary Gift
Most victims run.
You’ve seen the movies, gaped
at the sight of loveless limbs stomping
snails in the weeds, swatting
mosquitoes in the night
as they flee,
mind blank as the starless sky. I’ve dreamt
of that alternate ending
for three hundred and sixty four nights.
Of all the aspects of that evening, the most
vivid sight possessed by my memory is the vein
in his...
“And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul,...”
– Sylvia Plath (via rowan-willow)
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Portfolio
I could feel my spine twisting and my tongue coil. Her
frizzled locks. A notebook paper rainbow spread across the kitchen table.
You’re just a sad girl who thinks she can write. A sad girl with some amplified story and belief that God turned His back
on you for forty five minutes and let you get raped when really your heart was just broken and so he had rough hands,
I hear...
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Go back 172 pages
and read my blog backwards. My one year anniversary is coming up and I’ve been exploring the old emotions of that time. It’s a scary thing, watching everything unfold. I want to revise my old work from this time and make it better, but still keep the same sense of desperation I felt back then.
It’s only a memory. It can’t touch me now.
1/26/11
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