March 2012
2 posts
hate it when pictures make your heart skip a beat....
February 2012
21 posts
......and I just lost.
this is absurd.
What do you do when you need to write something down and there aren’t enough words to describe what your trying to say? What to do when you have so many different trains of thoughts and feelings all at once, how to pick one to start with? How to describe something that leaves you at times, speechless and other times elated or confused? How do you describe something you’ve never...
dear smell, i need you to last a while...possibly...
random thought of the day...
…literally so excited for that time in my life where I have that conversation with whomever I’m with about having kids and planning for it.
Being a mother is going to be the best adventure. Ever.
my heart is a flutter...
To say that I love what I do would be an understatement. Recently I got cast and just wrapped up filming a part in the AWESOME web series “Hollywood Wasteland.” My character SCOUT is the type of character I have been DYING to play, it was such a blast playing something other then “hot girl” “ditsy girl” or “sorority bitch.” I got to be covered in...
“I always tell the girls, never take it seriously, if ya never take it seriosuly,...”
When did men stop writing love poems?...
Bright Star
Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art— Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night And watching, with eternal lids apart, Like nature’s patient, sleepless Eremite, The moving waters at their priestlike task Of pure ablution round earth’s human shores, Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask Of snow upon the mountains and the moors— No—yet still stedfast, still unchangeable,...
no Malia, no.
not that one.
I want to feel butterflies
January 2012
34 posts
Just spent an hour reading through some of my old...
And i’ve learned one thing. every single damn thing i’ve ever written has been dark, filled with pain and completely therapeutic.
I think it’s time I start up again.
“When an Italian woman cooks a big meal for everybody you have to let her know how good the dinner was, before you swallow that bite you should be talking about the bite, once the fork has gone into your mouth noise should be coming out. there should be discussions about it, you dont talk about what you had been talking about, you stop yourself mid-sentence, and your like “mmmm my god...
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I have lost my smile.
“His mouth is the forbidden fruit, it poisons you every time you have a taste but you just cant stop eating. His scent, not his cologne but the actual scent of his skin is toxic, killing you with every breath you take as you go to kiss his neck. His hands are like knives to your heart as he runs them over your body. His absence is like death, lonely and cold. You feel nothing, numb in your...
