Hands
Tiny hands, Cling to my thumb, Discovering me like new lands, Leaving my body far from numb.
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Tiny hands, Cling to my thumb, Discovering me like new lands, Leaving my body far from numb.
Beginning with a statement: I have made it my New Years resolution to write more. Ending with a question: What shall I write. A new story. If so what genre. Shall I try my hand at poetry.
As I lay awake last night, I pondered about what exactly has changed in my life. As I lay there, I felt completely and utterly bored senseless.
The highlight of my day was having my first ultrasound and finding out I have appendicitis. Christ..
I'd just like to thank @nynahunney before I start for helping me start to write again and for giving me all the praise I needed to get going ❤ "Things will be better here" -TIFFANY- "It takes a...
I've decided to pick up the pen again and start to write this story again.
Everyone thinks that I have it all, but it's so empty living behind these castle walls. If I should tumble, if I should fall, would anyone hear me screaming behind these castle walls.
"A hurricane can make cows fly. It can tear trees from the ground, toss them in the air and snap them like twigs.
"I assure you that everything can be resolved by a shot of Jack and a one way ticket out of here. It's better to run away than to stay and be weak".
So, as some of you may know, I interned at Vogue Magazine this summer, but I applied for another internship at LVMH (the business side behind Louis Vuitton (clothing), Moët (champagne) and Hennessy...
Anyone remember @JacobColeee. Well he's back with a new account (@jacobegcole) and he's such a good friend of mine so I'd love it if some of you would follow him :) Thank youuuuuu ❤.
"For beautiful eyes, look for the good in others; for beautiful lips speak only words of kindness; and for poise, walk with the knowledge that you are never alone".
"When you're happy you enjoy the music, but when you're sad you appreciate the lyrics".
Give me something to believe, Because I am loving just to breathe, And I need something more, To keep on breathing for, So give me something to believe..
"What's with all the racket?" Joe mumbled, stumbling into Tiffany's room where she had slept alone that night.
"Hey" Will whispered as he stepped into Tiffany's room just before midnight. "Hey you" she said, sitting up and beckoning him over.
"I'm home" Tiffany called, her arms full to the brim of post from their mail box. "Hello?" she called again after there was no reply.
"Hopefully you'll get some decent sleep here" Tiffany said as she turned off the vintage Aston Martin's engine in their old parking space. "I'd rather not have to sleep alone though" Nate protested.
"Let's go out tonight" Joe proposed whilst Tiffany excused herself to the bathroom, secretly brandishing another pregnancy test.
For those new readers, or those who are perhaps a little confused, I've compiled a character list so far for you all to consult:. Tiffany - lead girl. Nate - lead boy (Tiffany's boyfriend).
I see signs now all the time, That you're not dead you're sleeping, I believe in anything That brings you back home to me. - Signs by Bloc Party.
Thanks to @gazplend for writing this poem for me...
This is probably the last one of these, although I'll probably post them randomly whenever I'm feeling down.
"What do you think's going on up there?" Ellie asked Joe as soon as their hosts had left the room. "I think I know.
"I have a job crushing drink cans. It's soda pressing. Those Russian dolls are really starting to get on my nerves, they're so full of themselves. Just went to see a band called The Vacuums.
Now for the reality, what I'm like now that he's gone. I sleep with a line of three pillows parallel to my body so if I roll over, I can feel the rough outline of him next to me.
One year ago today (2 days before Nate passed away), we were celebrating the fact that he'd survived longer than the doctors thought he would.
"We're back, no luck I'm afraid" Joe called, sitting on an empty couch as Tiffany sunk down beside him. "Let me have a hold" he said, holding out his arms towards Ellie and flicking his fingers.
"Tiffany!" Ellie cried in shock as she saw her sister running towards her, wearing nothing but a dressing gown that was gaping open as she ran towards them.
"How... How did this..?" she said, slumping into the bed with the baby still in her arms. "I don't know. Look, I don't know if it's actually.. You know..
"Thought of a name yet?" Nate asked Tiffany, rubbing her arm and pulling her harder against the side of his body. "I have ideas. None of them suit her though.
"New York is gridlock galore, New York has high rents, Rudeness is accepted behaviour in New York New Yorkers are neurotic.
"Nate" Tiffany muttered as she knocked on the door to their room "We need to talk" She'd just ascended the impossibly long staircase up to her fate, after leaving the baby downstairs with Mollie.
"You don't want to see her" Mollie said as she shut the door behind her in Nate's room. "I do, we need to talk about so much" he said, standing up from the bed and jolting the baby in the process.
Things in our lives may change, but my love for you never will..
Less of a memory and more of a quote that meant a lot to him and me, from one of the many films that made us both cry.
"Hello housewife. How's it all going?" Kim said as she bounded up to Tiffany with the rest of her gang in pursuit.
Started writing again, got a bit bored with it so there's a gap of around 6 months, and it's now all written in the third person.
Kind of failed doing these, but I assure you when I haven't been posting them I've been reliving them in the places or in my head.
Work today is incredible!.
My feeling of loneliness was further emphasised this morning by the lovely Chinese waitress I always have serving me breakfast. She asked me 'Will you be dining alone, again, Madame?' FML..
This memory is taken from one of the many vacations Nate and I took together.
I was reading a post about therapeutic music by @NickyX, and it really got me thinking about music and it's influences on our mood.
This memory is from the start of our relationship, about a month in, on a school trip to Washington DC.
Happy Birthday Blake Lively. I'm having a party just for her, despite the fact that she isn't here...(any excuse!).
As it was GCSE results day yesterday, I thought I'd reflect back on when I got mine (7 A*s and 3 As).
I'd just like to wish everyone who's getting their GCSE results tomorrow morning good luck. .
I was thinking back to the first time I really started to love him, and I've manage to trace my feelings for him back to when we were six or seven years old.
This one is less of a memory, and more of a song that we used to listen to. When I listen back to it now though, I can't help but pick up on its relevance now he's dead.
This took place about three years ago, before Nate and I started dating, and it's not particularly prominent in our lives together, but it's one of those things that at the time makes you hate...
To mark the transition between the 11th and 12th month anniversaries of Nate's death, I decided whilst somewhere over France that I'd write down a memory every day this month.
11 months ago, my beautiful boyfriend Nate passed away.
-TIFFANY- "Tiffany. Sorry, I had to call you. You left me your number last year remember. If I needed a party planning?" "Oh yes, of course" I said to Mrs Guy, my English Literature teacher.
-NATE- "What's wrong. Surely that's all good news?" I asked Tiffany as soon as she'd got in the car and slammed the door, to my annoyance. "It doesn't matter.
-TIFFANY- "Tiffany. Good to see you back. How was the Maldives?" Mrs Guy asked as soon as I walked in.
Currently battling with an Italian TV set to try and get coverage of the closing ceremony - anyone happen to know any Italian channels that are showing it/are available on the top of a mountain.
-TIFFANY- "Hey coach, do you mind if I sit and watch?" I said as the coach came to open the door for me. "Do you mind staying out for just a minute.
-TIFFANY- I started awake, breathing heavily with beads of sweat forming across my brow like an assortment of diamonds. "T. What's wrong?" Nate whispered from above me, not sounding tired.
Really hitting them out of the ball park now... -NATE- "Tiffany?" I asked as I pushed through the door into her room. "She's fine. Don't worry" Milly said to me, looking at me with slight disgust.
-TIFFANY- "How could she do this to you. She's so manipulative, I just can't believe it. I bet she set this all up. I'm so angry!" Kim said, pacing and stomping around the room.
-NATE- "Mollie?" I asked tentatively as I pushed the door to her room open. "Who-- Nate?" she said, coming out to greet me.
-TIFFANY- "Nate, you came" I said, from my position in the doorway. I'd been stood there for a few seconds, having literally just arrived at Mollie's new room.
-TIFFANY- "T, we can call you that right?" Kim said from within her drink induced haze. "Go for it!" I said, smiling at her and laughing a little about how slurred her words were. "I, I mean we.
You may be wondering why I'm knocking these out at quite a rate, but I'm going on vacation tomorrow and I've formed a back log when I've written more than I've posted.
-TIFFANY- The rest of the trip went like a blur: a blur of sea, sand, scuba diving and suntans.
-TIFFANY- When I woke up the next morning, I turned over and flopped my arm onto Nate's side of the bed, only to find it cold and empty. "Nate?" I murmured, still half asleep.
-NATE- "Morning honey" I said, turning my head as soon as I woke up to see Tiffany's peaceful face. "Morning Mr Cole" she replied, placing a hand on my cheek and pulling herself in for a tender kiss.
-NATE- "Can you pass the salt?" Tiffany asked as I passed it over to her. "You sure do love your salt, don't you?" I said, chuckling.
-NATE- "What's that over there?" Tiffany asked as we lay on the sandy white beach later that afternoon that circles the island. "It's one of our neighbouring islands.
-TIFFANY- "Wake up gorgeous" Nate said to me, shifting in his seat to startle me a little. "Where am I?" I asked, eyes feeling dry and blurred.
-NATE- "Just forget about her for the next week, please. I promise it'll all be fine. We just need to clear our heads" I told Tiffany, looking into her stormy and troubled eyes. "I know.
My one true love Blue eyes Tall like a tower Love at first sight. Soft like a dove I could never despise Gentle like a flower Love you with all my might.
-NATE- "Get back in there" I said to Tiffany, pushing her gently back into the bathroom. "No I can handle--" "No you can't.
-NATE- The meal that ensued was a pleasant one, with Tiffany and I enjoying civilised conversation with various members of our families and with upper class society; the society we were now a...
-NATE- "I don't think this is an appropriate reason, please save this until later" the priest decreed instantly, not even looking at Jeremy. "I can now pronounce you man and wife.
For my latest piece of writing, I have to discuss the pros and cons of airbrushing in the fashion industry, and to do that I've decided to compile as many opinions as possible to give an accurate...
Knew something wasn't right As I lay awake last night. Today my ex's mother rang, Told me news about him that's made my heart pang.
-TIFFANY- "Are you ready?" Will said to me, linking his arm through mine. "Just about. Thanks for doing this" I said, kissing him on the cheek. "Not a problem.
At the ripe old age of 11, I had two dreams: to work at Vogue magazine and to be in the 2012 Olympics.
-NATE- I took my place at the front of the alter at the St. Bartholomew church next to the Waldorf Astoria. It was Tiffany's mother's choice, as she had married here too.
Rank 19, happened over night I know that's cliché but it really did Low self confidence meant I lost the will to fight Kept writing through all my doubts You gave me so much support, I hope I'm...
A poem for anyone who's wondered what I do on an average day, or who's wondered what fashion interns do. Mild language, but nothing you didn't hear on the first Harry Potter film.
-NATE- "How was your run?" Charlie said as I got back. He'd already put his shirt and his suit on, and all he had left to do was his bow tie and jacket. "Good. I went to see Tiffany" "You did what.
-TIFFANY- "Oh my darling. You look magnificent!" my mother said, inhaling strongly. I stepped out of my bedroom, with Vera Wang following swiftly behind me, carrying my train.
Back in London town, Taken off my Hamptons crown, Back to the place where the rain pours down But what is this. Better dispose of this frown.
Having such a great time, so I haven't had much time to write :( sorry. -TIFFANY- "Morning" I said, looking across to realise that my mom had fallen asleep alongside me.
Back on the road, In his Bugatti The traffic hasn't once slowed Onto the next place Heathrow then JFK Putting on a brave face.
-NATE- "Nate?" Tiffany's father said, walking out of his office and almost running into me. "Can I have a word please?" I said, backing him back into his office.
-NATE- "So how are you feeling?" Charlie asked me as we walked along Fifth. "Excited.
Small like a teacup Soft is this little pup Nuzzling into my chest Chewing on my vest She slumbers silently Before playing violently With a plastic flower pot And a plant that's starting to rot.
-NATE- "Hey mate" I said to Charlie as I saw him sat on his bed. "Aright?" "Yeah, just said goodbye to Tiffany. Are we going out later?" I said, hoping that as my best man he'd arranged something.
-TIFFANY- The next few days were a blur of answering inevitable questions from fellow students, attending lessons and going to various cake tastings or dress fittings.
Woke up to this as a note stuck to my face, I hope you enjoy it as much as I did!: Turns out you're not the only English fanatic, Your phone password; wasn't that hard to crack it, Saw your story...
-NATE- I looked across at her, sitting across the room from me with a pen in her mouth.
-TIFFANY- "You look damn good in a swimsuit" He said to me, when I emerged from the changing rooms. "Why thank you sir" I said, spinning around.
(I've found three new sources of inspiration, so I thought I'd give poetry another go. For the three men who took me in yesterday, one I knew and two total strangers.
You're probably thinking that this is some crazy teenage rant that should be banished to a lousy Facebook status, but it's what's on my mind, so I'm going to speak it. I moved out yesterday.
-TIFFANY- "Hey!" Mollie said as I walked into my new room. "Nate brought your bags up earlier, so they're all ready to unpack. Your wardrobe is over there, and your bed is the one by the wall.
-NATE- The next few days were spent minding our own business. It was as if we were room mates, not engaged.
-TIFFANY- I was discharged the next morning, after briefly seeing my mother. She'd been supportive, and before she had to leave she seemed genuinely interested in my health. We drove back in...