Showing posts with label Men. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Men. Show all posts

Monday, March 4, 2013

"And I Miss You So Much."

I heard your voice today. It was slow and soft, and I knew you were telling the truth when you said you were laying in your bed. You told me about my good qualities. You spoke to me with great longing, and for one very small moment, I smiled. First, it was the feeling of being so special.. then it was the "oh thank God this is over."
You disappeared, but your history lingers. One day it will take me longer to remember your name. One day I won't ball my fists when I feel you in the same room. At some point, I will forget you ever existed. I will keep the good memories and release the imprint of you in my life. You no longer need to exist.

"But what if it didn't happen?"

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Tuesday, December 18, 2012

Thursday, November 29, 2012

Solstice

He sees me as some advanced human, or maybe above human
And I hope he takes those ridiculous thoughts into action to realize
That good people are just normal people, and that it's easy to be
That goodness should be human nature because it is found in nature

Friday, January 14, 2011

Rules Of A Gentleman


Men with manners. What could be better in this world? In my life, I have met a few fine specimen that will forever raise my standards on how gentlemen should be a gentlemen. Call me old fashioned, and I will say thank you. I refuse to let go of my British roots, nor will I give up the idea that I will be a badass hostess at bangin' dinner parties when I am older. I like when men pull out my chair at dinner, I like when men smoke cigars in suits, I especially like it when they treat me like a lady. And as a lady, I like to dress up nicely, take notice and care on my significant other's needs, and make lovely food.
Class is what class is built on. Mmm, tradition. I love you.

Question of the blog:
What do you especially like in a personality of the opposite sex?

Friday, January 7, 2011

Perfectly Normal Human Being

How can a woman be expected to be happy with a man who insists on treating her as if she were a perfectly normal human being?
-Oscar Wilde

Sunday, December 5, 2010

I'd Have A Lot of Nickels


Visiting Miles in San Luis Obispo, the happiest place in the US.



Friday, November 26, 2010

Dream Interpreters Welcome

I was there, with you, in an apartment unlike the real one. There was a small dog, and as I held it, I saw his wire teeth, sharp and metal. They bit into my hand and my life blood was pouring out, all of it. I went outside. I got a phone call. We talked like nothing ever happened, you sounded just like yourself, your voice so clear it was as though you were right next to me. We were friends, it was so beautiful. I went to my sibling's apartment, but she left me. I was there with my father, and out of nowhere came a young, pretty little black cat. I was scared, I didn't know what to do. I put her in the bathroom, but the door was raised so high from the ground I knew the cat could escape. Panicked, I called my sister to ask what to do, and she was shocked to hear of a cat in her house. She was convinced the cat had hatched from an egg under her bed, that her previous cat must have laid the egg before she left. Frantic, I pushed a towel under the door of the bathroom so the cat would not escape, and my first thought was, she is starving. I ran down the street, so afraid I would be the cause of the death of this poor kitten. My legs became weak and wobbly, I lost myself trying to find a Petco. I found it, and as I walked in, a girl from my past walked by. She was pregnant, and looked beautiful. I was unnoticed. I could not find the food for the kitten. As I ran to the last aisle, my legs giving out, I began to wake up.

Stay asleep.. Stay asleep.

I made my own destiny now. My legs were strong. I knew exactly where the food was, and I had enough money to buy her the best. As I walked out, my favorite family from my childhood was there, they were celebrating in a crowd. They were joyful, for the first time in years. We saw each other, and I smiled. I was running home to feed the cat, and then I opened my eyes.

Saturday, May 22, 2010

Conviction Killed The Cat?

Growing up, I was raised with firm beliefs in justice and standing up for what is right. This has led me deeply into psychology and sociology. I recently found this tv show called What Would You Do?, where people are put in situations that are controversial, uncomfortable, or without a doubt wrong. After watching these episodes, I am filled with such conviction to stand up for what I believe in. I encourage you to watch this show, and think to yourself what you would do in situations like these. (Full episodes on Hulu HERE)
You never know the importance of your voice, unless you use it.





I hope that by watching these and other clips from this show, you will be willing to stand up for victims of all kinds. It's our job in this world to help and love each other. Everyone has the right to be protected, so do your part and make this world a better place.

Question of the blog:
Are you the type of person to stand up for what is right, or do you think it's better to stay out of the situation?

Saturday, April 17, 2010

Add That To The List

The Bane Of My Existence List.
Bane: n, A source of persistent annoyance

1. Scantron tests.
2. Hair ties snapping while you are putting your hair up.
3. People scratching their scalps.
4. Drinking orange juice after you have brushed your teeth.
5. Ke$ha.
6. Loose strings on clothing.
7. Women who are verbally abusive to their husbands.
8. Mismatching socks.
9. Markers that lose their ink half way through you what you are using them for.
10. Forwards.
11. Men with fake tans.
12. That one person in your class that talks too much.
13. Untrained dogs.

14. People who do nothing and still get straight A's.
15. Bad grammar.
16. Sneezing.
17. Twitter

Sunday, February 21, 2010

Sing A Mighty Song

I wish I was a man sometimes... Because their vocal range sounds so much better in songs. I'm constantly switching from chest to head voice. Gr!

Question of the blog:
I wish I was the opposite sex sometimes... Because _________.