May 2012
4 posts
oh she smiles: friends →
ohshesmiles:
Being friends means that I can call you, talk to you, laugh with you and the worries in my heart can fade.
Being friends means I don’t have to worry about being this or that kind of girl because I can just be myself.
I don’t have to change my diet or my plans to accommodate and “us” because…
oh she smiles: let me see →
ohshesmiles:
We are made up of various theories, beliefs, laws, rules, likes, dislikes, passions, ambitions… we are the sum of the conversations we commit whether sober or drunk.
I am the embodiment of chocolate brown sheets, plastic phones and library books about to be over due. I am the Victoria Secret…
April 2012
12 posts
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dearskye.: 2047.4 →
I have a theory that people are like water jars, bottles hanging on trees calling out for ghosts to come back and refill them. Different people are like different glasses; I know of kind people who are like jam jars, sweet and fulfilling. I also know of people who are like beer bottles. They sing and the sound is hollow. There is so much missing from their voice, something so simple that could...
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dearskye.: 2047 →
The most important words you said that night were for your sake. The words you said were selfish and unwittingly full of soul… or was it the lack of soul that made you ask repeatedly for me to visit you? I would have done anything if your words were actually sincere, but I could imagine any other girl holding your hand, listening to your hypnotic voice beg for attention, would hear the same...
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dearskye.: 2046 →
I hate it when you have the perfect words in your heart and you capture them for a second, then while you are mildly distracted, you lose them. This happens a lot. Then the moments that were perfect to say them pass, and I’m left with empty hands and a mind dwelling on the past and what could have beens.
What I’m trying to say here is that I want you to be happy. I’ve never seen someone so...
I need more hours at work.
Wait is it Easter???? Ok… Guess I should said, “Happy Easter” before whining.
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Prey
suzukiwrites:
Invisible I merged my shadow with the shadows camouflaged into the darkness barely alive and for strength, I prayed to find a prey roaming these streets hiding what I seek to revive me suppressing her hostility or rather concealing me, the jealousy desperately seeking, streaking searching for a way of escaping through these gaping empty holes in her eyes that blinds them all with...
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March 2012
16 posts
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Ostenspieler
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dearskye.: the fault in my veins →
dearskye:
Dear John Green,
You are no Van Houten (which is why I address this letter with a Dear instead of a rude insertion of just your last name), but you are the writer whose sentiments concerning the earth and humanity have organized this letter I am writing. In light of the recent end (for me) this letter is to you, because you (and the nerdfighter community, really)...
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this love was never nebulaic
You were the last constellation whose stars I could ever make out and piece together into an abstract shape. The majority of the time I can only point out Orion’s Belt, and subsequently after that, Orion, and the Big Dipper. Very rarely can I squint and stumble through any other stars. But you, you shined far above the rest, but you were light years away.
For a lack of a better way to put it, you...
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Team Jacob or...
They died together. Facing each other like two lovebirds except for the love. Jacob and Edward had come into the world at the same time, raced each other through life, and they did the same right into death. Their hearts stopped within seconds of each other, leaving behind billions between the two of them—so much money that even their surviving family members, who...
dearskye.: Fox →
dearskye:
There are a lot of people I would like to give a sentence to. Most of them don’t have faces, they’re colored blurs on top of bodies, clothes I’m sure they never really owned. Like the Indian girl from kindergarten: She has a purple sari with gold trimmings with a bindi - and that memory is completely inaccurate because I went to a private school. We wore plaid skirts with blue button...
american beauty
dearskye:
Work that nine to five job, with a 60K salary, a lovely home with a white fence and a red rose garden. Married to a wife with great legs, a daughter who’s a cheerleader and most importantly, the stability of a retirement fund. Wake up. Brush teeth. Change. Go to Work. Lunch. Work. Get off. Dinner. Relax. Read. Go on until Friday, then get fucked for the weekend until Sunday night to...
dearskye.: before the end of the fucked up tale →
dearskye:
They were invited to a riverside barbeque after the Charleston morning service. The bass grilled and charred with grease by Stanley Simms was famous, but Macy Malloy ate only a scoop of coleslaw. She sat under a tree to avoid the scorching heat, her back faced the crowd as they drilled verses in and out of her husband. She listened to the tennis battle of conversations. Macy Malloy...
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Happiness Is Hard to Beat
Happiness is Hard to Beat
Gladys, aka, Ms. G. the OG, or Tia as she was known to all the kids on the block—even the Guan girls who had no idea what the word meant—had always been that positive presence in the neighborhood. Even before the city had come in and razed the old projects and replaced them with brightly painted...
dearskye.: Let's say you found your soulmate, but... →
dearskye:
I was talking to a girl today and she looked at me very seriously and said, “You know that means you can’t talk to him anymore right? He has a girlfriend. You can’t.” And then my friend tells me, “I like guys with girlfriends. It’s a challenge.” Not saying that I’m going to abandon my morals, but I liked this hypothetical situation. I had a teacher who waited for her husband to be...
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dearskye.: the worst argument in the world →
dearskye:
“You love him?”
She gripped her fists, her nails digging into her palm. “I love him. I love you.”
He laughed cruelly. “I think that love is the worst possible argument in the world. To say: Romeo and Juliet deserved to be together because they loved each other is redundant. Love is an awful motivator, isn’t it? It’s just a stupid thing that reveals how little it takes to get people...
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A Picture's Worth More Than You Know
The homeless man started dancing as soon as Daniel got to the corner. His arms flapped and his head bopped to a rhythm of his own making that only he could hear. Daniel didn’t pay much attention. The homeless guy was a smelly-but-safe kind of crazy not a pull-a-gun-and-kill-you kind. Soon enough, Daniel lost the strangeness of the homeless man’s dance to the busyness of the street, but then...
February 2012
17 posts
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Puddle People Power
The citizens of PuddleWorld were none to happy when they found out the news. Another misled politician was saying that Global Warming didn’t exist. What more proof did one need than to look at just how many times PuddleWorld had to evacuate last winter? The denizens of PuddleWorld know not to expect much from the summer or even spring; they have always been glad to move between the northern...
so while riding a bike with heather, and dakota.
iamthetinman:
i seen people fixing the roof on a church, and i yelled, “jump jesus will save you!”
Two year old post.
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tendele.: Drabble 001 →
She was enchanted.
The little girl reached to touch; but it slipped away. She scowled and raised her head unwillingly, blinking her eyes as if his face was too bright to look at.
“Mister, why are you hugging a plastic bag?”
“Because.” he answered nonchalantly. A confused expression…
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tendele.: Drabble 002 →
Do you still remember our tea parties? Oh, how you liked to name a simple encounter as a “party”, acting as if we were the most important couple in the whole world; just to show off our little happiness to your non-existing friends.
You would pilfer your mother’s favourite tea set, I…
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tendele.: Drabble 003 →
She hadn’t planned to die, it was spontaneous.
The wood of her desk was lost under the unfinished stories, her fourth cup of coffee was yet to be drunken and her book was left open.
Just, just for one second, she was captured by the beams of light dancing outside. And that was enough. Her…
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tendele.: Drabble 004 →
Inside her, there was a woman, still her body belonged to a man. Her soul chanted the softest tunes, but her voice rocked like a stone. She had locked all her manly clothes into a drawer deep down in her head and put on a glossy lipstick. As the night went on, she continued to swirl her…
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tendele.: Drabble 005 →
Birthdays never had a special meaning for her. The burning towers on her cake served only to remind of the harm she had caused, the lives that were stolen to give birth to her. Every step she took in the muddy road of age dug a hole and swallowed her own pieces. “There is no use in…
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tendele.: Drabble 006 →
“You got the wrong person”, her husky voice wafted through the railings of the balcony. The air she breathed out smelled of apricots and cigarettes and he wondered if it would have felt the same way if he casually took a taste of her lips. His legs were glued on the same spot he had been…
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The Day After Valentine's
My girlfriend is kind of particular. She likes flowers but not the kind that grow in the ground. She makes her own. From scratch. When it comes to plant life, I guess you could say she’s DIY, which I don’t mind. Saves me money, though I wouldn’t tell her that. I also don’t say anything about her flowers, even though the idea of them...
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His Name Was Lars Trujillo. Her Name Wasn't
His name was Lars, though his family was from the Philippines—a product of globalization. Her name was Julia; she was from Sweden, but her family was Jewish—a product of Jewishness. They met at a Starbucks on the Upper West Side. He was coming back from a shoot. She was stuck there because her flight was cancelled. They wouldn’t have met if things worked out as they were supposed...
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wind&sea
I do not know why, but the sea talked to me, just as the wind talked to my father. It whispered me with a voice too soft for its huge body, like a well-built man with a girly voice, and I listened. Just as my father did. He followed the wind wherever it went and I don’t have any idea what had made him settle down to start a family. But luckily enough, my mother had had it with the whole moving...
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Matt Loved His Life So Far
Matthew loved life. There were some hiccups early on, but as soon as his parents made enough money to buy him his film crew, things really couldn’t have gone better. Gabe, Masa, and Michael, his producer, director and DP respectively were amazing at what they did. They always seemed to catch Matthew at his best. They knew where to turn the cameras for best effect, when to angle the...
January 2012
6 posts
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The Night Runner
Tonight, for the first time since the accident, Henry drives himself to the community college on the other side of town where he will run around the track—lap after lap after lap. He won’t stop. He can’t. The old man will be watching him.
Before the accident, before Henry saw the old man for the first time, if you...