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Dear Future HusbandDear future husband,
There's a few things I want to say to you. First off, I love hugs, which I'm sure you will figure out long before you ever consider proposing to me, and I also like holding hands, but any other sort of random touching bugs me. I think it's supposed to be some sort of built-in rape alarm. So hug me often, hold my hand every chance you get, and kiss me when I let you. Don't get offended when I shrug your hand off, it's not you. Chances are, I love having your arm around my shoulders, or your elbow brushing up against mine, but it's uncomfortable for me.
Next, you're going to have to put up with my excessive energy, mood swings, and sarcastic attitude. Hopefully, they'll end up being things you love about me, but if not, please bear with me. I've been hurt, and no matter how open about my true feelings I seem, everyone has their defense mechanisms. Mine is sarcasm, bitchiness, and insults. I will love you. When I'm beating you down with my words, remember that.
Oh, Goodbye DaysSo I'll go to you now, I've made up my mind
I want to play you the song in my pocket
I quietly turned up the volume to make sure it was still there
He walked along the simple path, listening to the song that reminded him of the person he loved so much. He disinterestedly fingered the iPod in his pocket, and hummed along, thinking only of blond hair and green eyes. He wanted to see him so badly, there was no denying it. But he could never go back to the happy days. They were broken, irreparably broken, and could never be fixed.
But that wouldn't stop him from dreaming about England.
Oh good-bye days
I feel like things are changing now
So long yesterday and before
I have a clumsy tenderness by my side
He thought back to his childhood. He had chosen Arthur because he had cried. Francis had tried to bribe America into being with him with food, but Arthur had cried. Even as a child, seeing him cry hurt America like crazy. Seeing that arrogant nation with those pretty
SummerIs it Summer yet?
Is it warm, blue-skied, windy yet?
I want Summer now,
And I want countless lazy days,
And I want countless unforgettable days,
Theme park days,
Coffee shop days,
Days of lying on the grass
In ill-fitted shorts
Next to friends that,
When I get out of here in four years,
I won't remember the names of.
Days of falling in love
With indie bands,
And writing cheap poetry,
And nameless cute boys.
Like the thunderstorms that scare me,
The bags of candy that give me sugar-highs,
The laughter of friends that resounds in my breath,
Summer will end.
But it will not end quietly,
Will not simply cease to exist.
It will burn, like a bouquet of fireworks,
And will remain in those it touches.
So it will end, as all things do,
And school will come,
And suddenly all the troubles
I thought didn't exist
Will come and stare me in the face.
The Little OnesAdriana is organized, confident, and outgoing.
She shines light wherever she goes,
and people are naturally drawn to her.
She's a magnet, and other can't help
but be drawn to her inward (and outward) beauty.
Chiara is quiet, calm, and level-headed.
When her big sister gets in over her head,
she's there to give advice, clean up the mess,
and love her like there's no tomorrow.
Gwendolyn is adventurous, optimistic, and humorous.
She doesn't live up
to "ginger" stereotypes,
and lets her gorgeous, carroty hair flow and grow
like her mom's used to.
We always joke that she's going
to rule the world someday.
Alice is beautiful, oh so beautiful,
And so is Tabitha.
They look the same, but are entirely different.
Alice gets all the guys,
And Tab gets all the grades.
Together, they balance each other out.
Two halves of a whole. The twins.
Levi is strong, gentlemanlike, and kind,
And treats his family
Like precious jewels.
He lives for God, like Mamaw and Pappy did,
and Mama and Papa,
and Uncle Mit
30 Things I've Learned From Watching Doctor Who1. Always turn left.
2. If you suddenly find a redhead in a wedding dress standing in your TARDIS...you might want to check if she's saturated with Huon particles first. Could save you some time.
3. We're all stories in the end.
4. Your older sister is actually your mum.
5. Never underestimate the power of a sonic screwdriver.
6. In addition, ALWAYS carry your sonic screwdriver with you.
7. If you find a dying Dalek, DO NOT TOUCH IT. It WILL regenerate, and it WILL attempt to kill you.
8. Sometimes ginger bitches can save the whole of humanity.
9. Though I may be just a nurse, the Doctor isn't always right.
10. Please, please, PLEASE. If you convince the Doctor to let you go back in time to be there for your dad when he gets hit and killed by a car...don't stop his death. It will end up in much worse things than your childhood dadlessness.
11. Also, when in a situation where you DON'T follow that...don't touch the baby version of yourself. You will only further complicate the situation
I Think It Started With A Bet...Connor sat on the bed, his MacBook in his lap, typing away at a comment on some Facebook status of a random person from his voice class. Edward was on the other side of the bed, reading a book in a language no one really cares about anymore, yet somehow he knew it. Probably Spanish or something. They stayed like that for a while, in silence except for the pecking of keys and the faint noise of A Day to Remember playing from the iHome next to the bed, on Connor's side, the volume turned down for the consideration of his husband, who hated the incessant screamo and punk that the blond lived for.
After a while, Edward put down his book and sighed. Connor stopped, looked at the older man, and raised an eyebrow.
"You okay?" He asked, his once prominent London accent now toned-down by the years spent in the middle of Boston. Edward smiled and ruffled Connor's hair, prompting an annoyed sound to come from the boy.
"I'm fine, love." Edward said. "Just wondering something."
"Yeah?" Connor prodd
HomesickI am the river's son,
my arteries flowing turquoise
and turning to rapids
rushing around my frame,
filling me with this sense
of buoyancy, minnows
tickling my sternum.
I am the river's son.
My palms caress each
silty shoreline, every
battered bank and bend,
and these places I know
so well become me
as my fingerprint,
even the bridge above me
inflamed by the afternoon
sun-glow, burning rusty and
the steel blue sky.
I am the river's son;
I bring my home along
like hermit crab,
where I step
I pull water from the earth.
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