walk around the room
collecting memories of you
my head's a mile a minute
and my life's nothing without you in it

and i've tried too hard to tell myself
we're better off this way but
what can i say
what can i say

my arms are empty without you there
my eyes have nowhere left to stare
and oh my lips oh how they miss
yours kissing back

i thought i was strong ( Read more... )

 "what i'm saying is that
men and women can't be friends
because
the sex part
always gets in the way".
i'm not saying
we were
ever going to sleep together
that we
ever
even talked about that stuff
we talked about
the rain
and ducks
and scary movies.
he made me read
scary, somewhat pointless
horror novels and
taught me
a thing or two about
swearing like a sailor
lately
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the direct result of having too many papers to write and instead of writing them... watching self-help shows and soaps at all hours of the dayi am i in this house.

when we make 
love
my mind wanders
to diner pancakes
soft, fluffy
right off of the stove
you push and groan
inside me and i wonder if
they have
strawberry
or maple syrup.

souls reflected in disco ( Read more... )

 sometimes when i cry i just want to be held.  i don't want to be kissed.  i don't want to talk about it.  i just want to sit and be held.  and then i don't want to be held.  and then i want to be held again.  circular motions on the back are nice.  i appreciate the effort.  but how can i talk about something when i don't even know why.  sometimes ( Read more... )

lindsay lohan doesn't look like that in real life.  she doesn't look perfect.  her skin doesn't glisten.  her eyes aren't that blue or brown.  she actually may be that thin but i guarantee she's been airbrushed somewhere.  if we, meaning us girls who do our best to look fabulous without the help of 15 stylists, had the power to do that to ourselves ( Read more... )

the anderson computer lab is good to me.  i never have to wait for a computer, aimlessly vulturing near people who look like they're almost done typing.  i have a meeting today at 1:40.  i'd like to go to target but i don't really feel like leaving.  i'd also like company but i don't think that's going to happen.  everyone has lives apparently.  my ( Read more... )

i can't stop coughing.  puffs isn't doing my nose justice.  i'd like to fly far away.  going back to london, paris... florence. my mind is all over the place.  watching an old lady on the news shop with coupons... she's explaining how to find the sales.  mmm pasta.  and green apples.  oliver is staring at me.  i swear he was a person in a previous ( Read more... )

today i took the girls sledding. it was quite the adventure.  i understand now why parents usually take the kids together... one parent to stay with the kids on top of the hill, one to be at the bottom, one to direct traffic, one to kiss boo boos, one to carry kids there, one to carry kids home... all of these things evenly divided ( Read more... )

some things are too perfect too attain... our lives wouldn't be nearly as interesting if
                                                                                             everything would go the way we planned.

Freshman year was a blur.  My roommate and I decided early on that we'd leave our second-room-in-from-the-stairs door ( Read more... )

i think it's so weird that people love multiple people. not weird in a bad way... just weird in a way i can't really grasp. like, no matter who you are with at this age- they've loved somebody before you. and I mean loved completely to the extent that we thought love was at the time. they were everything. they were the oxygen you breathed. ( Read more... )