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26. Coffee, tea, hot chocolate. 27. Starbucks. Oh my gosh. Their cakepops (HEAVEN), their mochas, their frappucinos... 28. My music.
#myfavoriterepost For anyone who's ever had to move...
Hello again, and today is Tuesday, February 19, 2013. The innocence of childhood doesn't last. So if you're a kid, then enjoy it while you can.
Mind silent Silent mind Ode to a lover Lost in time We parted in neutral All ripe and fruitful Splitting up and out from our dreams It's how we all grow or so it seems Silence often calls to me To...
Click click clack. Brrring click click. Another line. Typed up real quick. Silly, I know. With my MacBook right here. I crave old school quirks. Vintage things from yesteryear. Type up four pages.
(Half inspired by @sammielee46 's piece "Grandads" and by a conversation I had with my mum. She basically told me that my grandad was ill yet still sat me on his lap when I was crying.
22. iThingies - iPad, iPod, iPhone...I'm addicted. Mainly because of Opuss, but I do waste a lot of hours on apps... 23. Buying things on eBay.
For anyone who's ever had to move...
#100things 55-100 55. Drinking really cold water when it's hot. 56. Nutella hot chocolate with marshmallows. 57. The number 13. 58. Hand spun wool, because it's fluffy. :) 59. Sheep. 60.
Hello again, and today is Saturday, February 16, 2013. Sometimes I wish I was born before I was actually born, usually either in the Eighties or Nineties.
Good morning sweetheart Good morning my Saint of a sweetheart. It has been two months mother since the boy has sailed on his mythical journey.
She sits alongside him on sand, They sit together, hand in hand. The ocean sings to them: a song, It feels like nothing could go wrong.
A fraction of a moment. A limbo between dreams and reality. A tiny elation or cause, frozen in time. A beautiful portrait of the past. A souvenir kept in your minds deepest guarded vault.
Do you remember when you were a kid and imagination reigned free. Where nothing was more exciting than climbing next door's tree.
I like silver better older. With its fine blue dust. Taking shelter in the notches. A lovely sort of rust. It looks much more refined. With its overcoat of grey. Like the swirling cirrus clouds.
Remember when we all used words. That time so long ago. When 'C U L8R' wasn't that, It was 'know' instead of 'no'. Remember when we taught to spell, And every write was art.
I find it strange how we have grown, From little children in the unknown. Knowing a lot about nothing much, Living life freely as such.
Whats the craziest thing you've ever done. Were you once foolish. Were you young. Did you cycle to town in your pyjamas at midday. sing camp songs together till break of day.
Oh what happened to the opuss i used to know. I left for a year, i come back and now we are all opussycats??. What happened to lost kingdom of opussians.
Do you remember the grass. How it blew in the wind. And the dandelions. That scattered in spring. Do you remember the rain. How it showered but still. We'd remain where we sat. Queen and king.
I remember my first crush quite clearly. Her name was Danica Zimmerman and we both at the time were in the third or fourth grade, but more likely the third.
"Lollipops turn into cigarettes. The innocent ones turn into sluts. Homework goes in the trash. Mobile phones are being used in class. Detention becomes suspension. Soda becomes vodka.
I remember all those times we would stay up all night long playing Pokemon and fighting over who was the better gamer.
Old paper must and dust. Sunlight on the cushioned chairs. Old oak wood held in place with nails that are. Giving off the smell of rust. And tiny light blue lichens. Barely scenting the air.