Yeah, I actually think it's hilarious when the girl who definitely went further than first base in front of several people at a party judges people at another party for smoking up. I left because it had been a rough day and I wasn't in the mood to party at all. You left because you were disgusted with their behavior, which, again, is hilarious considering that you've kind of whored yourself out more than once at previous parties.
You know what they say about people in glass houses...
Saturday, August 27, 2011
Friday, August 19, 2011
A Conversation with Sister Wife
Me: "I HATE HIM A LOT"
Sister Wife: "Haha, except not at all :P"
Me: "Except not at all :("
Wednesday, August 17, 2011
My Spider
I keep replaying memories of you through my head. I remember the first night you kissed me. I remember lying in bed while you played with my hand. And I remember vividly, over a year ago, how you held me for a few seconds backstage when all I wanted to do was cry.
I can't say I'm in love with you. I've never been given the chance to fall in love with you. But it's a distinct possibility that it's in my future. You are not good for me. Everyone can agree on that.
But that doesn't change how I feel about you, my beautiful, sinister boy.
Let's give this a shot. Please.
I can't say I'm in love with you. I've never been given the chance to fall in love with you. But it's a distinct possibility that it's in my future. You are not good for me. Everyone can agree on that.
But that doesn't change how I feel about you, my beautiful, sinister boy.
Let's give this a shot. Please.
Tuesday, August 16, 2011
All I keep thinking about is that horrible show, when you looked me in the eyes and pulled me in for the most comforting hug I've ever felt. You didn't ask my permission. I wasn't expecting it. You just wrapped your arms around me and wouldn't let go. And then the moment was over and we both walked away, but you'll never know how much better I felt after that.
I can't seem to walk away from you ever, though. And that scares me.
Horrified. Terrified. Scared of what we might be for each other and if this actually is different from anything I've ever experienced before.
I can't walk away.
I can't seem to walk away from you ever, though. And that scares me.
Horrified. Terrified. Scared of what we might be for each other and if this actually is different from anything I've ever experienced before.
I can't walk away.
Thursday, July 28, 2011
Compromise
I got a new blog, but I'm keeping this one too! I want Shabby Poetry to get back to just that-- poetry, with a little bit of prose mixed in. New blog will be personal stories, rants, and thoughts.
The Catch
I'm not a fan of giving this new address to everyone. I want to know who's following me. So please, if you would like to follow me to my new blog, comment on this post with your email and I will email you the URL address.
I'm so glad that I get to stay here with you all, and I would be very happy to have you follow me to my second Internet home.
The Catch
I'm not a fan of giving this new address to everyone. I want to know who's following me. So please, if you would like to follow me to my new blog, comment on this post with your email and I will email you the URL address.
I'm so glad that I get to stay here with you all, and I would be very happy to have you follow me to my second Internet home.
Tuesday, July 26, 2011
Quotes
I do love quotes after all.
I wrote this for a friend of mine from school. She has a wonderful appreciation for art and all forms of beauty, and I used to cover pages with quotes I liked when I was bored in school. I'm a little bit more proud of this than I should be, but I thought it was lovely and wanted to share it with you all. I've read some wonderful books and poems lately, and I would highly recommend checking out any author (or artist) I took these quotes from.
Monday, July 25, 2011
"I see it! I see the picture you painted with your words!" ~J
This is why I love her so much.
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