if i could have it my way ( Read more... )

I hold back ( Read more... )

sunday, the 18 ( Read more... )

today i found my heart again

not in the trash or recycling bin, but in another's hands.

hands worn, rugged, experienced.

hands gentle, kind, and warm.

relieved i was to find

that indeed it was reusable.

maybe my allottment of love has not yet run out.

maybe this love can be my last.

there was a boy, at one time ( Read more... )

I've seen my favorite movie ( Read more... )

Oh, the words ( Read more... )

we are only told the stories of people who live incredible, spectacular lives. never those who live the unremarkable. we know, undoubtedly, what we are to do if we win a million dollars, find the perfect man, or become famous ( Read more... )

Breathe in for luck ( Read more... )

what the heck was i thinking? seriously? look at the friendship i had-the first girl i could tell everything. and i trashed it because of a stupid, stupid boy. why would i do that ( Read more... )