The first thing I noticed was the dead opossum lying in the middle of her yard. Nothing struck me as odd about this, of course, except for maybe the type of animal. Dead animals were turning up in her yard all the time. A few days ago there was a dead cat lying in the middle of her sidewalk. Last week a squirrel was sprawled at an awkward angle near the tree in the middle of her front yard. About a month ago, three birds occupied the space on the ground beneath her window. She'd explained to me that day that she had just finished cleaning the windows when she heard the thuds. She must have done a hell of a good job to have not one, not two
A little over six months ago, a boy who was interested in me at the time asked me what I thought love was. "What do you think love means? What does being in love mean to you?" he asked. Of course, the first thing that came to my mind was a face. Not his face. Someone else's face. Someone I'd been trying to convince myself I hadn't been in love with for the past six months.
I didn't tell him what immediately popped into my head, although I did answer him. And I answered him honestly. "Love is wanting to be with someone all the time," I replied. "Love is the pain you feel when that person is gone for even five minutes." I rattle
I sat in the restaurant, playing nervously with the edges of the tablecloth. Sam would be here any minute. I unrolled the cloth napkin, picked up a spoon, and checked my teeth in its reflection one last time. Everything had to be perfect for when I proposed to Sam. I had planned it for a while, of course. I knew without a doubt that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with Sam. Sam was everything that I had ever wanted smart, caring, funny, and gorgeous. It also didn't hurt that Sam had an ass I never tired of looking at. But the important thing
Willow smeared the glittery eye shadow across her eyelids as her elbow bumped a coffee mug off the bathroom counter, sending it to the tile floor below.
"Shit," she mumbled, as the orange ceramic mug shattered, spraying coffee everywhere. Willow rummaged in one of the sink drawers for a towel and began to mop up coffee. Her mother was always leaving mugs of coffee everywhere. They showed up in the video cabinet, on the sofa cushions, and even in the junk drawer. Her mother's coffee fetish combined with Willow's general lack of coordination resulted in a lot of broken glass. &
Wednesday was different than Thursday because Wednesday was the day that the man trudged across the dock with boulders tied to his legs. Wednesday was the day that he perched at the edge of the dock, ready to sink to the depths below, when the glint of a bottle caught his eye lapping the nearby shore. Wednesday was the day he shuffled back off the dock, boulders dragging grooves in the sand behind him, as he went to retrieve the bottle from the banks. The man picked up the glistening bottle, shook off some of the water, and saw that there was a message inside. After carefully pulling out the cork at
The first thing I noticed was the dead opossum lying in the middle of her yard. Nothing struck me as odd about this, of course, except for maybe the type of animal. Dead animals were turning up in her yard all the time. A few days ago there was a dead cat lying in the middle of her sidewalk. Last week a squirrel was sprawled at an awkward angle near the tree in the middle of her front yard. About a month ago, three birds occupied the space on the ground beneath her window. She'd explained to me that day that she had just finished cleaning the windows when she heard the thuds. She must have done a hell of a good job to have not one, not two
A little over six months ago, a boy who was interested in me at the time asked me what I thought love was. "What do you think love means? What does being in love mean to you?" he asked. Of course, the first thing that came to my mind was a face. Not his face. Someone else's face. Someone I'd been trying to convince myself I hadn't been in love with for the past six months.
I didn't tell him what immediately popped into my head, although I did answer him. And I answered him honestly. "Love is wanting to be with someone all the time," I replied. "Love is the pain you feel when that person is gone for even five minutes." I rattle
I sat in the restaurant, playing nervously with the edges of the tablecloth. Sam would be here any minute. I unrolled the cloth napkin, picked up a spoon, and checked my teeth in its reflection one last time. Everything had to be perfect for when I proposed to Sam. I had planned it for a while, of course. I knew without a doubt that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with Sam. Sam was everything that I had ever wanted smart, caring, funny, and gorgeous. It also didn't hurt that Sam had an ass I never tired of looking at. But the important thing
Willow smeared the glittery eye shadow across her eyelids as her elbow bumped a coffee mug off the bathroom counter, sending it to the tile floor below.
"Shit," she mumbled, as the orange ceramic mug shattered, spraying coffee everywhere. Willow rummaged in one of the sink drawers for a towel and began to mop up coffee. Her mother was always leaving mugs of coffee everywhere. They showed up in the video cabinet, on the sofa cushions, and even in the junk drawer. Her mother's coffee fetish combined with Willow's general lack of coordination resulted in a lot of broken glass. &
Wednesday was different than Thursday because Wednesday was the day that the man trudged across the dock with boulders tied to his legs. Wednesday was the day that he perched at the edge of the dock, ready to sink to the depths below, when the glint of a bottle caught his eye lapping the nearby shore. Wednesday was the day he shuffled back off the dock, boulders dragging grooves in the sand behind him, as he went to retrieve the bottle from the banks. The man picked up the glistening bottle, shook off some of the water, and saw that there was a message inside. After carefully pulling out the cork at
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Bright Eyes
Eighteen years ago, a girl was born.
"She has the brightest eyes," everyone told her parents. "It's amazing how well she can focus for being so young."
Over the next few years the baby girl grew into a toddler. She wanted to know EVERYTHING, and her favorite word was, "Why?" She tasted the fresh spring grass, smelled the alphabet soup cooking, and felt the soft fur of her favorite teddy bear. But the little girl still had the brightest eyes. She saw everything: the dogs romping in the backyard, the imprint of a newspaper on silly pu
I'm a senior in college studying psychology with a sociology minor.
I enjoy sleeping. I like trying to solve the mysteries on Criminal Minds. I always sing while I'm driving. Singing is one of my favorite things in the world to do. I like recording music. You'll generally find me doing some type of crafty, artsy, or musical thing. Writing is the way I get out the things I'm feeling. I'm obsessed with butterflies. I also like peacocks, owls, and birds in general. My favorite color is purple. I spend the majority of my time worrying about other people. My friends mean the world to me- I would do anything for them.
Other Interests
singing, writing, photography, recording music, painting, reading, journaling, laughing, sleeping, trying to be funny
I'm sorry I haven't been on here lately! I will try to catch up on replying to comments and such soon. I just wanted to write about the new year really fast...
Happy New Year everyone! :D
Some things that happened in 2012:
- I almost started dating a few different people. lol
- I went on choir tour along the east coast (Washington D.C., New York, Masschusetts, Connecticut, etc.)
- I mysteriously developed a constantly swollen ankle in February and tried to figure out what was wrong with it for months including several doctor's visits, an air cast, and an MRI.
- I got an apartment.
- I got a pet hedgehog. :)
- I re-connected with o
I spent some time with a friend tonight and it made me realize something...
In the past when I've been in relationships, (well actually only one past one lol), people were so excited for me! They wanted to see pictures of my boyfriend, they wanted to know all about him, they kept bugging me to change my profile picture on facebook to a picture of the two of us, etc.
Now that I'm dating a girl, NONE of that happens. No one is happy for me. No one really wants to talk about it. It's like taboo. I have to bring it up. "Hey, want to see what she looks like?" That sort of thing. And it really SUCKS because I'm soooo happy!!! I get that o
Sorry to the very few of you who actually care about my presence on DeviantArt...lol. Things have been crazy lately!! Very busy. In the past few weeks I've had finals, a million papers to write (I actually thought I gave myself carpal tunnel for a few days), my internship to wrap up, my GRE test to study for, things to pack to go home for break, Christmas presents to shop for, plus an attempted social life. lol
Some highlights:
- I got to sing at the Art Institute with my choir. I haven't been able to be in my awesome choir this semester because it was at the same time as my internship. :( I will be singing with them again in the sprin
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