January 2012
14 posts
Living with My Thoughts: It’s so strange. I... →
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It’s so strange. I hadn’t realized how much he’s grown until a few days ago. I used to be taller than him, and now he’s taller than me and has even lost the baby fat from his cheeks. And just six months ago, I’d still pinch his cheeks as though he still had his baby fat haha! I didn’t realize how…
Living with My Thoughts: I’m not sure what I was... →
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I’m not sure what I was supposed to say… You know when someone implies something personal and you want to know what’s wrong, but you’re not sure if they want to talk about it? I mean, I didn’t want to pry. I thought that we were close enough that they could/would say something. They know that I…
December 2011
132 posts
Living with My Thoughts: Something Flustered →
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Connected by the soul though we don’t even know what that little feeling is. Perhaps it’s not a we, but more of an I clenching onto where the heart is. I, know this feeling. Another dark day, for you though, not I. You may give everyone else that same smile. It sure fooled me, but not my…
Living with My Thoughts: Untitled #2: Just Me →
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another mistake has been made another self might’ve been found pre-made answers to unasked questions prepared, but the mind goes … when asked. what do they want, who knows the harm’s been done, another left damaged Trying becomes a challenge Hoping becomes difficult when there’s nothing to look…
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“Whatever happens tomorrow; we’ve had today.”
– Emma Morely - One Day (via jacobtann)
Living with My Thoughts: Long, Sweet Day →
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Honey, it’s been a long day, the clouds fill the sky, leaving not a trace of colour behind, but instead spreads grey Even the sky is indecisive whether it wants rain or shine Honey, it’s been a long day, Bosses shouting, employees mouthing, eyes rolling and heated tempers My headache gets…
Living with My Thoughts: The Wedding Girl →
A short story
Living with My Thoughts: Greetings →
livingwithmythoughts:
Whatsup? Remember when we used to sit on the curb, sipping on that hot chocolate you made and claimed was “the best in the world”? I didn’t want to admit it at the time, but it was truly the best I’ve ever had. Whatsup? Remember when we first met? I thought you were an asshole, and you thought I…
