- Laundry ( Read more... )

The problem with going downtown was that there were all the window displays that tempted her with things she knew she didn't actually need. It didn't stop her from looking though, and regrettably often times it didn't stop her from making a purchase. Most days though it was just nice to get out into the city and forget that things were as ( Read more... )

Sleep doesn't come easily for her. It never has been something she can simply slip into and be at any true sort of state of rest. There are always things eating away at her subconscious. Small choices she made or didn't make being pressed to the forefront of her thoughts despite her best efforts to keep them out of her head. Flashes of light that ( Read more... )

- Drier air
- Knee High Boots
- Scarves
- Long coats
- the smell of burning leaves (I know open burning is regulated in New York, but some people don't follow the rules out in the more rural areas)
- Hilarious Re-Pricing of Seasonal flavors at Starbucks

- Nothing is ever good enough ( Read more... )

- stitches on my forehead
- the empty keyring that held the building key
- the black marks on the inside of the ring I wore that day
- the paperwork that got sent to me that I need to sign
- the request for burial or cremation
- the box of his things that are still by the door

- Shake the Disease - Depeche Mode
- Sick and Tired - Default
- What People Are Made Of - Modest Mouse
- Riot - Sugarcult
- Dear Enemy - The Exies
- Reverend Girl - The Verve Pipe
- Sad House Daddy - Hawksley Workman
- Policy of Truth - Depeche Mode
- Smile Pretty - The Delphines
- I'm On My Own - Three Days Grace
- I'm No Angel - Heather Nova

01 - Cherry Slush-O
02 - Hot Chocolate
03 - Pancakes
04 - Miniature Marshmallows
05 - Semi-sweet Chocolate chips from the bag
06 - Rice Krispie Treats
07 - Apple Jacks cereal
08 - Cupcakes
09 - Any Hard Candy: Butterscotch, Blow Pops, Peppermints
10 - French Toast

What do you think about or do when you can't sleep?Lately she hasn't been sleeping. It's everything building up in her head, and stacking up with questions and doubts to things that she knows she barely has the answers to. It's laughable to the point that she barely even knows the questions to ask either. Hours are spent lying on her bed, her iPod ( Read more... )

There is no line to cross. No moment when just enough can feel like too much comes to mind. It's a constant balance between two things that she's barely scratched the surface of. Her nails drag across warmed skin, flush with heat and the softest hum of static hints beneath breaths taken in sharply. That human contact, that physicality of it all is ( Read more... )