the only way to a man's heart is through his stomach.
my mom is making me bake him cookies.
she thinks it'll win him over.
so tommorrow i'm baking cookies for the boy of my dreams.
he is gunna think i'm so queer.
oh well i love him so much.
i ♥ drawing broken hearts.
hm i'm such a dork.
mkay so today while rereading part of "perks".
i realized how my romantic situation is quite like charlie's.
he got the girl in the end...
but then again isn't that always the case in fictional stories..
because fiction is fake. made-up. not real.
there's no perfect endings..
today i wrote my perfect ending.
i really wish i had a type writer..
it would seem quite lovely writing my perfect ending on a type writer.
Deanna lay on her bed staring at the blankness of her stark white ceiling. Looking up at the nothingness, like the nothingness in her heart without him there. He was never there though, never ever. It was just the first time she realized the nothingness without him, maybe it was because she knew he would never be there. Her throat was dry. and her cheeks were damp; She was nothing but a contradiction within herself. She wanted him in her life so bad, but ta the same time she wished she had never met him. The silence engulfing her was interrupted by a tapping in the distance. She scrounged up her strength to look out the window and see what was going on. It was him. He was there, on her lawn, outside her window. Standing in the snow. She cracked open her window. "WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME??" He just laughed, "I'll only tell you if you let me inside." She considered just shutting her window and going back to the nothingness, but his smile was just to much to resist. She went downstairs and opened the door. Instead of coming inside he just pulled her out into the freezing snow and shut the door behind her. "Why did you just do that? I'm in boxers and a tank top and now that door is locked." She was shivering, half from the cold surrounding her, but the other half from pure excitement of seeing him. "so what do you want from me?" He looked her right in the eyes wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close. "All I want is you." The whisper in her ear tickled her ear drum, and a shiver shook through her whole body. Then he kissed her, and she didn't care that it was 20 degrees and she was half naked, or that the door was locked and no one else was home, or even that he was wearing those stupid fingerless gloves that she resented and loved at the same time. At that moment all that she cared about was him, and her perfect ending.
love always deanna marie
she thinks it'll win him over.
so tommorrow i'm baking cookies for the boy of my dreams.
he is gunna think i'm so queer.
oh well i love him so much.
i ♥ drawing broken hearts.
hm i'm such a dork.
mkay so today while rereading part of "perks".
i realized how my romantic situation is quite like charlie's.
he got the girl in the end...
but then again isn't that always the case in fictional stories..
because fiction is fake. made-up. not real.
there's no perfect endings..
today i wrote my perfect ending.
i really wish i had a type writer..
it would seem quite lovely writing my perfect ending on a type writer.
Deanna lay on her bed staring at the blankness of her stark white ceiling. Looking up at the nothingness, like the nothingness in her heart without him there. He was never there though, never ever. It was just the first time she realized the nothingness without him, maybe it was because she knew he would never be there. Her throat was dry. and her cheeks were damp; She was nothing but a contradiction within herself. She wanted him in her life so bad, but ta the same time she wished she had never met him. The silence engulfing her was interrupted by a tapping in the distance. She scrounged up her strength to look out the window and see what was going on. It was him. He was there, on her lawn, outside her window. Standing in the snow. She cracked open her window. "WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME??" He just laughed, "I'll only tell you if you let me inside." She considered just shutting her window and going back to the nothingness, but his smile was just to much to resist. She went downstairs and opened the door. Instead of coming inside he just pulled her out into the freezing snow and shut the door behind her. "Why did you just do that? I'm in boxers and a tank top and now that door is locked." She was shivering, half from the cold surrounding her, but the other half from pure excitement of seeing him. "so what do you want from me?" He looked her right in the eyes wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close. "All I want is you." The whisper in her ear tickled her ear drum, and a shiver shook through her whole body. Then he kissed her, and she didn't care that it was 20 degrees and she was half naked, or that the door was locked and no one else was home, or even that he was wearing those stupid fingerless gloves that she resented and loved at the same time. At that moment all that she cared about was him, and her perfect ending.
love always deanna marie