and one question apparently ...
i said yes :)
and i didn't cry... why would anyone cry?!
Wednesday, December 28, 2011
Sunday, November 13, 2011
Sunday, October 30, 2011
Saturday, October 1, 2011
conversations with my love
"I wonder what it'd be like dating an artsy/literary type of guy... Probably horrible."
"Why?"
"Well, those types are filled inner turmoil. Very angsty at times. Too much to handle some days"
"Kind of like you?"
"Exactly."
"Why?"
"Well, those types are filled inner turmoil. Very angsty at times. Too much to handle some days"
"Kind of like you?"
"Exactly."
Friday, September 16, 2011
Sunday, August 28, 2011
Oh so safe
After getting on the flippy Ferris wheel thingy at the busker carnival:
"It's swinging. Why?! Make it stop now"
"I can't do anything"
"Okay, fine. but we're safe, right? It smells like it's burning.. that's not safe"
"Yes, we're safe, darling"
"I want off. Look, I can't breathe"
*laughs* "We can't. Not yet. A few more spins"
*screaming and general trauma ensues*
An hour after we got off:
"Can we go again?!"
Friday, August 26, 2011
Minor interruptions
"Trust me", he said. But it wasn't his voice.
A flood of words, flashbacks, and a touch that chains.
The ebb and flow of memory.
Shaking... I cling to myself, to this moment, to him.
In a matter of seconds I come right back up, breathing,
and almost unharmed.
A flood of words, flashbacks, and a touch that chains.
The ebb and flow of memory.
Shaking... I cling to myself, to this moment, to him.
In a matter of seconds I come right back up, breathing,
and almost unharmed.
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
pearls and a red dress
I sat across from you at that Greek restaurant and you told me your secrets.
Between us: years, a candle, a plate of olives, and a bottle of pinot noir.
I listened long enough to know that the words were fragile but not long enough to realize I would give them back.
Between us: years, a candle, a plate of olives, and a bottle of pinot noir.
I listened long enough to know that the words were fragile but not long enough to realize I would give them back.
Tuesday, July 19, 2011
Love stories
He wanted to impress me, I think.
"Marhaban!" he said, and I've been laughing ever since.
"Marhaban!" he said, and I've been laughing ever since.
oh sisters
what would I do without you?
therapy, probably :P
therapy, probably :P
Saturday, July 9, 2011
it was a special Saturday, you see
picnic, cherry festival, bubble gun, AND my first chocolate dipped ice cream cone!
Friday, July 8, 2011
Sunday, July 3, 2011
friends
We've had such distances between each other after we left this town to find our paths but somehow we always manage to come together and pick up right where we left off <3
Thursday, June 16, 2011
Agree? Disagree?
"On ne peut désirer ce qu'on ne connaît pas." - Voltaire
Monday, June 13, 2011
milestones
convocation was incredible.
/no sarcasm, believe it ;p
aaaand, it was bound to happen since we're being sentimental: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sTJ7AzBIJoI - congratulations to all my friends who are graduating this spring!
/no sarcasm, believe it ;p
aaaand, it was bound to happen since we're being sentimental: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sTJ7AzBIJoI - congratulations to all my friends who are graduating this spring!
Monday, June 6, 2011
Saturday, June 4, 2011
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
biking
with the sunset on my right...
it had the colour of burning embers.
i *love* summer.
it had the colour of burning embers.
i *love* summer.
Monday, May 30, 2011
he stood there
waiting.
a flickering of a light, drapes parting, a smile, a wave, and worlds unravel.
her reservations cease to matter.
it's dark tonight but hearts give and take,
give and take.
a flickering of a light, drapes parting, a smile, a wave, and worlds unravel.
her reservations cease to matter.
it's dark tonight but hearts give and take,
give and take.
Thursday, May 26, 2011
Warm spaces
have disappeared because I'm trying to break away.
everything else is an attempt at something new, awkward, and cold.
everything else is an attempt at something new, awkward, and cold.
Saturday, May 21, 2011
The dark-haired man
seizes the stars, smiles and shines. He's mine.
Friday, May 20, 2011
your story
is a mess of words on any given day.
but tonight,
it's your words lying on top of my shattered ideals.
how can i write you like this?
i wanted you to be my hero...
i guess i'll settle for a protagonist.
that would make me a better writer, right?
but tonight,
it's your words lying on top of my shattered ideals.
how can i write you like this?
i wanted you to be my hero...
i guess i'll settle for a protagonist.
that would make me a better writer, right?
Friday, April 8, 2011
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Saturday, March 26, 2011
Thursday, March 10, 2011
I love snail mail! Letters, notes, and especially postcards.
And that feeling when I open up a package and find a book inside!
It doesn't take much to make me smile ;-)
And that feeling when I open up a package and find a book inside!
It doesn't take much to make me smile ;-)
Sunday, March 6, 2011
excerpt
"She can't speak. She simply can't. Why? Because of the anger. But other times, most times, it's because of feeling her soul break and lose grip on the last threads of hope."
Thursday, March 3, 2011
Reconnecting
She asked about the 10 year-old me: "Do you still love to eat labneh? And is your handwriting still beautiful? What about the butterflies that you used to draw? I haven't forgotten anything about you."
Yes, maybe, and I draw other things now :)
Yes, maybe, and I draw other things now :)
Saturday, February 19, 2011
olive harvest
sticks twist the branches and shake the trees.
rustle.
olives fall.
it sounds like rain.
rustle.
olives fall.
it sounds like rain.
Saturday, February 12, 2011
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
Saturday, February 5, 2011
Friday, February 4, 2011
Thursday, February 3, 2011
I heard you say
"There's a sweetness about her. And a sadness that I like."
Sunday, January 23, 2011
Drawing on one's past
for writing assignments is enlightening... and... well, staggering.
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
Sunday, January 16, 2011
Saturday, January 15, 2011
Monday, January 10, 2011
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