i take one, one, one 'cause you left me

and two, two, two for my family...

Trippin, Slippin, Stumbletumblin chapter 22

your world is my world

and your fight is my fight.

Trippin chapter twelve :)

you can take a taxi

i'ma rent a bike!!

this

just this :)

ticking raindrops upon my window pane...

you're texting too fast for me to reply, and never looking when you type T9...



all this love, that you're keeping... and me i've got a crush.

oh well, whatever

nevermind..

chapter six imagery :)

all the other kids with the pumped up kicks

you'd better run, better run, outrun my gun. all the other kids with the pumped up kicks you'd better run, better run, faster than my bullet.

chapter five imagery

i've been up

but mostly down...

chapter four imagery:

i've been waiting.

i've been waiting for this moment all my life. but it's not quite right...

i want the prince back.

i want him here. i want to be able to call him up and see him in twentysomething minutes again.

it's fall and there's leaves falling and i feel to low to even stand.

the bruise on my elbow is almost completely gone, and then what's left?

mix cds and cell phone pictures.

it's not enough.

those mixes are stale and i miss your touch. hidden in the dark. communication with our hands, we let our fingers do the talking...

fall used to be my favorite. fall has always been my favorite. i love the sound of leaves crunching and i love when they hit my face on the softfalldown. i love the way the sun shines through the trees they're dying away from. i love the crispcold in the air and the need for hoodies and scarves again. i love that night starts to come sooner and how morning comes later and all the golden hours that are so barely there inbetween.

and i looked up at the sky today and i should have fucking loved it. like i always have.

my left hand just feels so empty.

i can handle losing a lover - that's fine. i can build that bridge with bricks and get over that shit. i can get over the loss of erotic nearness. i can learn with time, not to miss the kisses.

but i miss my friend.

and when i looked up at the sky today and crunched yellowgold under my shoes, all i wanted was to go back home and hide under the covers and sleep for days.

and days.

and days.

haven't you people ever heard of

closing the god damned door?

chapter three imagery :)

i know you try

you fly, straight into my heart...

chapter two imagery :)

he makes you miss him

more than home.
you love him. you love him, more than this.



http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6354427/1/

is it cruel to be kind not to speak my mind and to lie to you...

rather than hurt you?
well i'll confess all of my sins after several large gins, but still ill hide from you, hide whats
inside from you...

Trippin, Slippin, Stumbletumblin
chapter I
teaser



also, the supersweet JB30 has started a thread over at twilighted if youre interested :) I'm loving it, and her for it.

http://www.twilighted.net/forum/viewtopic.php?f=33&t=12299&p=1114850#p1114850

scars they cut into you, blisters rose coloured hue...

m'aidez, we're going down. follow me once around. these mescaline memories are morose. your kerosine company is comatose...

whatever happened to vendetta red, anyways?

that is all.

happy friday :)

you came to take us

all things go, all things go.

i wonder how many tiems i've let who
i think
i am
hold me back.

"i'm not that kind of girl-"
"truth is important-"
"i don't do those things anymore-"

but i have been.
and sometimes it's not.
and sometimes i still do.

roll out the red carpet:
i am fickle, fly-by-night royalty
masochistic, mad-cap, malignant blue blood
and even Machiavelli coudln't touch this.

and so i know now, exactly how many times i've let who
i think
i am
break me all apart
"don't talk-"
"just cut it up-"
"give me my share-"

but please do.
please.
please.

roll out the Soviet tanks:
i am ruttish, Rococo, rock-candy treason
a dainty, dripping, die-hard enemy of the state
and fit for no Prince, at no point in time.

life is so unnerving

for a servant who's not serving...

so, So, SO tired of the hot hot heat here. i'm ready for fall. and layers. and scarves again.

the prince leaves in the fall though. that... sucks.

fall is my favorite. the smell of October. the sound of leaves under my feet. the sound of leaves scuttling across the streets. that crispness. those golden afternoons.

you can move somewhere where it's spring-ish, or winter-ish, or summer-ish all the time... but not where it's autumn year 'round. things can't constantly be hurrying to death i suppose.

(hmmmm...)

i had a breakthrough like none-other with Trippin today, while i was at work. random. and wonderful.

i also added to my non-ff-fiction-plot-bunny-notebook. which may be even more wonderful. i've been waiting for this one a long, long time. i can write my own truth and call it fiction, right?

truth. oh, the truth.

(i'm not whole without a soul to wait upon.)

trippin, slippin, stumbletumblin

this, just this :)

my love for you is better than diamonds

to you, everything i bestow...

today
is
BEAUTIFUL!!!

also, just the quickest of posts before i'm off to love the sunshine:

this:

just posted here: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6169009/1/

a love triangle of different angles.

and i cannot guess what we'll discover

when we turn the dirt with our palms cupped like shovels. but I know our filthy hands can wash one another’s, and not one speck will remain...

i like holding hands in the dark.

palm pressed to palm.

down between our sides, no one can see

no one knows but us.

no one knows

but

us.

and you could hold my hand like that for days, and it still wouldn't be enough.

you talk with your hands like we do, forever, and ever and i'd never have to miss you...

i made so many wishes on so many stars this weekend. that's one bonus to that small little town, in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by dark. all those stars. the stars don't shine like that here.

oh what a world, what a world, we live in such a wonderful world.

a melody softly soaring through my atmosphere...

is your bed made?

is your sweater on?

25 IS GREAT SO FAR :)

amongst many great things (many great things, and places, and times, and people) i received a package in my email box that i want to share. because i can't not. because it's AMAZING. <3333

links can be found over there on the right :)

i was only allowed by blogspot to make 10 pages, and since there were 12 gifts in the giftbox, i've used betti's lyrics in a side bar. and have placed maylin's story along the bottom - which also means i get to look at that image and think of that beautiful scene, as often as i'd like. which is... a LOT.

i love them ALL and am so so sooooo thankful to ALL OF YOU!

the cupcakes and crossbones, the visuals and all the sweet words, the cd, DARK PPSSESSION CHAPTER 8!!, the goodies, the lavenderpurple scarf i'm wearing to work today, the awesome o/s still to come,

And this!!!


so so so much love. thank you guys. i love you.