| The things that I've done. Called "art" by some, called proof that I'm crazy by my friends, called how my brain works by me. |
Remember Me...Those long summer daysRemember Me...
with golden sunsets and bike rides were numbered. I knew that. But I also knew
the glisten of pool water on sun-kissed skin and the brush of green grass
on my ever-bare feet. I wanted a summer romance, a first kiss, true love, the whole package. But when the sun grew cold and the rain fell I gave up. So the shell of me lives on, a gentle shadow of
me in the summer by the pool looking for love. So remember that girl, that one who you loved and dream that
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Dad's and BaseballWhen my Dad was little, he was a Dodgers fan. Where he lived, that's how it was. You played baseball and you rooted for the Dodgers. When the family moved to Colorado, my Dad became a Rockies fan. He would watch every game or listen to it on the radio. He just loved baseball. He shared with the players the love, the rules, the anger, and the superstition. When I was a teenager, it was unusual not to hear yelling as I fell asleep during baseball season. When the Rox played the Dodgers, he rooted for both teams, getting plenty of attention in the stands. But I was not embarrassed because of him. When I joined the tee-ball team at age six,Dad's and Baseball
Angel tears...The angels cry sometimes.Angel tears...
The tears fall from the sky, warm and soft. Brushing against our skin. Yellow flowers open their lips to suck in the sweet nectar of heaven. Paradise is a word, but spring rains are the ocean of mine.
And the love that the grass feels for the drops is so beautiful, that I want to cry
with the angels.
Pain is half of love...When I breathe, it tastes like your air. And my lungs stop moving. I convulse, contract. My heart stops, if only for a minute. But that minute is the longest of my life. I think of last summer, my legs in the pool and you right next to me. Sharing in our love. But love is short, deep and frankly, it hurts. I can’t ask you to… Forgive me. Please. If I dipped into the sea, I’d only have you rescue me. And if I fell into the sky you’d hold the tie that kept me to the ground. But if you let me drown, or float away,Pain is half of love...
| The things that I've done. Called "art" by some, called proof that I'm crazy by my friends, called how my brain works by me. |
| The cutest, most beautiful, inspiring, cultured, cool, honest, funny, stupid, scary, fun, loving, hateful, colorful, absence-of-colorful, jealousy inducing, amazing, and worship-at-you-feet worthy that I've seen out there... |
| A desciption of me: a girl who has been through it all. She loves and she hates. She is happy until she's sad. And she knows that she can make it through anything with the help of her friends... |
Journals?
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Поговорите со мной по-русски
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He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
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*Photo--Assignment*TreesWithCharacter*PhotographersClub
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He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
thank you so very much for the recent fav on my photography.
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My gallery is growing feel free to check it out at: [link]
My bestie [link] is taking commisions check her out!
Contest [link] I need entrants and judges!
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He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
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The thing about guarantees is that they are guaranteed never to be totally guaranteed to be right.
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Never let another tell you what you should think or believe!
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There are perhaps a million Katies in this big beautiful violent world, but I guarantee that none of the other ones have ever kicked themselves in the head to the side and bragged about it.
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