Mistakes & Dirty Clothes

Layla

2010-02-02T10:58:00.001-05:00

Layla, my Kala ukulele. I bought her last fall after many years of lusting after ukes. Unfortunately, I haven't had the opportunity to play for months, since I've been busy with university and work. :[

modcloth

2010-02-02T10:50:00.003-05:00

I bought these bad boys just as the first snowfall came around so I haven't had a chance to wear them yet but I am hoping spring will be good for them.

Personality/Intelligence

2009-04-06T00:56:00.002-04:00

KLiiK

2009-03-09T13:40:00.002-04:00

My mum got me these for my birthday! I just have to wait for the lenses to be put in. I can't wait to wear them, I'm so tired of my pink and scratched and slightly too big glasses that I'm wearing currently.

Billy Bear

2009-03-04T15:35:00.004-05:00

This is a tad late, but B and I made each other bears at Build-A-Bear for Valentine's Day.
This is Billy Bear. He has curly fur, boxers and a wifebeater, just like B. B added the bandana afterwards for more authenticity.

Last Week I Found...

2009-03-03T09:55:00.011-05:00

A bag that I had forgotten that I had.
I never realized she was that big, but I guess she is. She's a big step for me since I NEVER use purses, just backpacks of assorted sizes and styles, and I definitely am not the 'big purse' kind of girl. But I'm starting to use her. I brought her to the mall TWICE. Ahaha.

hi

2009-03-02T11:53:00.005-05:00

I haven't really written much in FOREVER. I'm sort of working on a big-ish project but it won't be finished for months (if it's ever finished) and it won't be posted here in it's entirety ever. Probably.

In any case, I've decided to use this blog for other things now. Mainly a sort of 'fashion' blog, though I don't think I dress all that shiny or anything. I guess if i do anything creative I'll put it here.

haiku1

2008-12-23T02:24:00.001-05:00

Green leaves are burning
Paper coffee cup in hands
Where is the pizza?

written January 9, 2007

haiku2

2008-12-23T02:15:00.002-05:00

Familiar sighs
Befriend those long days that fly
By, just like the past

written January 22, 2007

when in rome

2008-12-23T01:32:00.000-05:00

falling in love is nothing but a coincidence and i'm hoping there'll be a day where you'll go flying with me. we'll laugh at the lovers we see, hidden in trees, so far below, cause we know, we know theres something more to dreams than goodnight kisses and careful sighs. but the lovers, looking up from so low, also know that when we go and fall in love, we'll loose our wings and join their army of lovely fiends. kicking and biting and kicking some more, you'll recreate the great escape but i'll be left behind when the dreams of careful kisses and goodnight sighs invade my mind. and then i'll have nothing left to say and you'll go cause you only wanted me for the glow of forever.

march 28, 2007

teeth

2008-12-22T17:40:00.001-05:00

i grind my teeth to the beat of our love.

static

2008-12-22T17:37:00.002-05:00

sorry baby but there's static on the lines
I don't think I'll be able to reach you
this time.

written july 1, 2007

tequila sunrise

2008-12-22T17:35:00.001-05:00

In the morning the sun will rise,
wiping tequila tears from his eyes

chai

2008-11-04T22:47:00.000-05:00

The chai leaves a taste that reminds me of you in the dark in my bed and how you looked away all night. "I think I'm falling in love," I whispered and I realized that such a confession should not be a plea. I watched the implications play on your shoulders as you walked out my front door and I knew that this would be the first of thirteen incomplete goodbyes. Five days later I gained a year and the freedom to fuck whomever I want, but all the fucking I've known has been followed by the word 'over' because no one plays the game as well as you do. Or did. Past Tense is your middle name and I hope all those moments that you keep alive will keep you alive while you're alone in your cell. Prison is a dangerous place, and you're right, you're no survivor.

written novermber 20, 2007

cold

2008-10-03T12:50:00.001-04:00

It was 1:46
in the morning
in December.
The snow crunched
under our feet,
our ears lost their purpose.
We had spent the evening
in the foodcourt,
in the basement,
in the music
and sex took away all
possibilities ofwarmth.
They walked me almost
to my door, as they did
in the past. Adam was gleeful.
"Look! A shooting star!"
I missed it, I was
too busy looking at his feet.

written december 15 2007

kiss

2008-10-03T12:13:00.002-04:00

i wish i could kiss everyone i see,
just to know what it'd be like to kiss them.
to feel their unfamiliar lips on mine, their hesitation...
would they pull away?
or would they pull me closer?
i'm sure some of them would kiss me softly,
savor my taste, gently stroke my face.
while others would grab me roughly,
and kiss me with a desperation
that they didn't know they had.
i would enjoy every kiss
stranger or best friend.
i would kiss them all back.
I would make them feel loved.

written frebruary 12 2008

bridges, alternative ending

2008-09-28T16:07:00.006-04:00

i burned down bridges in my spare time and he rebuilt everything that i had lost, fingers crossed, repeating to himself: she'll be mine, she'll be mine, she'll be mine. his greatest hope, his one true dream - to hold me in his arms.
he got his wish, he got a kiss and wiped the salt from my eyes. What's wrong, my dear? as his lips brushed my ear. Why all the tears? We've made it, we've done it, we're in love, we're here. Do not cry. I love you, I do. I'll build bridges over oceans, towers that touch the sky. I'd build anything for you.
Yes, i say, my words lost in his hair. But what happens when I burn it all down?

written august 17 2008 at 12:21 pm & september 28 2008

2008-09-28T16:04:00.001-04:00

i lived under your feet for three whole weeks and whispered through the floor boards for you to rescue me.

bridges

2008-09-28T15:52:00.004-04:00

i burned down bridges in my spare time and he rebuilt everything that i had lost, fingers crossed, whispering quietly to himself: she'll be mine, she'll be mine, she'll be mine. his greatest hope, his one true dream - to hold me in his arms.
he got his wish, he got a kiss and wiped the salt from my eyes. What's wrong, my dear? as his lips brushed my ear. Why all the tears? We've made it, we've done it, we're here. I love you, I do. Do not cry, do not worry about the future, or the fire inside you. Live now, I say, we'll cross that bridge when we reach it.

Yes, i say, words misplaced in his hair. But will that be before or after I burn it down?

written august 17 2008 at 12:21 pm & september 28 2008

2008-09-28T15:50:00.008-04:00

i traced his life across his skin, he pried my heart slowly from my chest.

b<3

2008-08-20T12:31:00.007-04:00

this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart.

dear memory

2008-08-11T00:35:00.003-04:00

beautiful friend, we are just old pleasures. wasting away with what could have been and what never will, we befriend regret, hope and the possibility of another life. we speak of gasping breaths and foggy windows, goodnight sighs and silent kisses. we dance in the arms of childhood. we rest our heads on the shoulders of old age. we live as if there's no tomorrow, because there isn't. there is no future for broken memories.

written november 2007

chain smoking

2008-08-10T23:52:00.007-04:00

a moment
echoes around the houses
and lights up a face
no tears
just fears
and a burning world between her fingers
barefoot she wishes
to be as graceful as the smoke
leaving her lungs
dancing around her
disapprearing into the night sky
leaving her for stars
ash falls to the ground
burning throat
she sighs
she's breathing in her death
welcoming it into her body

written july 18 at 2:59 am 2008

'darling, let's have fun'

2008-08-10T23:44:00.005-04:00

touches leave prints all over my chest and our desires mix with the morning air. fingers trace patterns left by the sun, peeling skin and morals. summer is the time for fun, for life, for death they say, but he's in the next room counting my sighs in his mind. cringing as your hip bones meet with mine.

written beginning of july 2008