January 2012
4 posts
“Look at it, rising up and rising down, taking everything with it.”
“What’s that?” I asked.
“Water,” the Dutchman said. “Well, and time.”
We fall in love the way we fall asleep.
Slowly at first, and then all at once.
Do you know how you can tell if you really cared...
You miss them.
At the end of the day, it’s the pain of their absence that stands as a testament to how you truly feel. You might think of them and reflect fondly back on the memories you shared together, or lapse into a sweet (albeit short) nostalgic moment, or experience the most fleeting sense of wistfulness. Which is all well and good…
But when your heart feels like it’s...
You know that place between sleep and awake; that place where you can still remember dreaming?
That’s where I will always love you.
That’s where I’ll be waiting.
November 2011
2 posts
I'm a new soul.
I came to this strange world hoping I could learn a bit ‘bout how to give and take.
Skipping beats.
Blushing cheeks. I am struggling.
Daydreaming. Bed scenes in the corner cafe.
And then I’m left in bits, recovering tectonic tremblings.
You get me every time.
Why’d you have to be so cute?
It’s impossible to ignore you.
Must you make me laugh so much?
It’s bad enough we get along so well.
Say goodnight and go.
October 2011
3 posts
I fall in love with potential.
Not with who someone is, but with everything they could be.
I took one big step and I looked away
And then I thought of all things that I wanted to say.
I’m always too late.
You never got your story straight.
I’m always up late.
I think I’m everything you hate.
September 2011
3 posts
Persuasion, by Jane Austen, as described in the...
“It’s about waiting. These two people, they almost fall in love but the timing isn’t right. They have to part, and then years later they meet again. They get another chance, you know? But they don’t know if too much time has passed, if they waited too long, if it’s not, you know, too late to make it work.”
They say that true love hurts, well this could...
Young love murder that is what this must be.
I would give it all to not be sleeping alone.
Whispers, "Hello, I miss you quite terribly."
I fell in love, in love with you suddenly.
Now there’s no place else I could be but here in your arms.
August 2011
3 posts
“A true soul mate is probably the most important person you’ll ever meet, because...”
– Elizabeth Gilbert (via mhmrachel)
Words are like weapons, they wound sometimes.
I walk the pier.
This is what makes the continents stay at bay.
This is what makes us aliens.
This is what makes the world float.
This is what makes us dive.
This is what makes the sky blue.
This is what makes us drown.
This is what makes the sun sink.
This is what makes us breath the air.
This is what makes the distance between you and me.
And it’s just water.
I walk...
July 2011
1 post
If you’ll be my soft and sweet, I’ll be your strong and steady.
You’ll be my glass of wine, I’ll be your shot of whiskey.
You’ll be my sunny day, I’ll be your shade tree.
You’ll be my honeysuckle, I’ll be your honey bee.
If you’ll be my Louisiana, I’ll be your Mississippi.
You’ll be my little Loretta, I’ll be your...
May 2011
1 post
I've been losing lots of keys lately.
I don’t know what that means, but maybe I’d be better off with things that can’t be locked at all.
I’m trying to do the right thing.
April 2011
1 post
Every relationship I've ever been in
has fallen apart at the seams.
And if I was honest about what the problem is, I’d have to admit that it’s me.
March 2011
3 posts
February 2011
5 posts
Every week, there’s a PostSecret that I pretend is written about me.
“Every dreamer knows that it is entirely possible to be homesick for a place...”
I hear voices.
I hear voices like:
My dad saying, “Work that job, but don’t work your life away.”
And mama telling me to drop some cash in the offering plate on Sunday.
And Granddad saying, “You can have a few, but don’t ever cross that line.”
I hear voices all the time.
Turns out I’m pretty dang lucky for all that good advice. Those hard-to-find words of...
Please remember me fondly.
I heard from someone you’re still pretty.
And then, they went on to say, that the pearly gates had such eloquent graffiti like,
“We’ll meet again.”
and
“Fuck the man.”
and
“Tell my mother not to worry.”
January 2011
10 posts
Just here...listening to music...
Hip Hop
Pop
Metal
Latin
Rock
Techno (On X)
OH MY GOD. Had to have this on my blog.
Fer Kreestahh!
Babygurlll I miss you so much. I can’t wait to see you again so we can have more crazy nights like this one:
And this one:
And these:
I missss our long talks and our crazy shenanigans involving raccoons. I miss making Ke$ha music videos and singing country music and chewing Blue Blowout Bubbalicious.
I love you so so sosososo much, I can’t wait to see you again!
P.S....
“Thank you to public school teachers. I know you don’t get paid like it, but...”
– Ian Brennan, one of writers/producers of Glee, accepting the best comedy Golden Globe. (via girlwithalessonplan)
It's weird that we can convince ourselves to feel...
I’d been mad, and upset, bitter, jealous, and spiteful, all because it seemed like that was the way to react.
And maybe I should feel that way? But I don’t.
I deleted you from my life because that was what I was supposed to do. There are instances where forgiveness is protocol but this just wasn’t one of them. So I put it all behind me, wanting nothing to do with you ever...
December 2010
5 posts
2 a.m. and she calls me cause I'm still awake,
“Can you help me unravel my latest mistake? I don’t love him. Winter just wasn’t my season.”
Yeah we walk through the doors, so accusing their eyes, like they have any right at all to criticize. Hypocrites. You’re all here for the very same reason.
Cause you can’t jump the track; we’re like cars on a cable, and life’s like an hourglass, glued to...
"I wish you knew how much you changed me. I wonder...
I had such a lovely day yesterday with Rachel! We walked around Portland, shopped at H&M, Lush, and a couple of fabulous thrift stores. We only got mildly lost on the way home… I blame Phone. We talked about how we never blog anymore, so I’m making a point to today. We’ll see how it goes.
On the way home she mentioned something about how everyone has a handful of people,...
There's life in this love.
There’s love in this life.
I love texting Rachel.
Me: I don't have an invisibility cloak, but can I still visit your restricted section tonight?
Rachel: When you go to bed, would you mind if I Slytherin?
Me: You know platform 9 and 3/4? I can think of something with the exact same measurements.
Rachel: Hahahahhah!
Me: I wish I was a guy so I could use that irl. It doesn't really work for a girl to say it. ):
Rachel: Maybe people will assume you're a hermaphrodite.
Me: Works for me! Then I can also say things like, "I'd do anything to get my basilisk into your chamber of secrets."
Rachel: Ohohohoooo it's gettin steamy!
Me: I guess I don't even have to say lumos to turn you on!
November 2010
10 posts
Welcome to our world, we are the wasted youth.
We are the future too.
I'm tired of hearing complaints about cell phones...
Yes, I agree that there are certain situations where texting is inappropriate. I’ll even go as far as to admit that I’m guilty of texting in some of these cases, i.e. during class, at a family dinner, and even (only once!) in church.
It’s easy to see someone whip out their phone and immediately characterize them as rude and oblivious to everything that is currently happening...
I'm learning just how contagious traits can be.
So of course there’s two sides, the good and the bad. But lately, I’ve really noticed how infectious one negative person is on everyone around them.
It’s a poison. A hideous toxin that spreads through your veins and out to every person you come in contact with. Turning you into everything you swear you hate. Clouding your thoughts so you don’t even see how badly...
Tumblr looks so cool on my phone!
Basically just posting to test out mobile. (:
r.: Excerpts from my rambling. →
mhmrachel:
All pertaining to different topics. Maybe you’ll make some sense of it. Maybe you wont. Hey, I’m just glad my writers block is gone.
Anyone can attain wisdom. It’s easy. Shut up and listen. Listen to everybody. Listen to every oddball and scholar you come across. Be selective about what you draw…
You could be a published author. Please always keep writing? You’re so...
