April 2011
1 post
this blog is so pointless
go follow my other blog
i post my writing there
http://anabolicandbronze.tumblr.com/tagged/writing
just go jesus this blog will never again be updated i just want to keep the url
and i couldn’t transfer it to my personal because people would find it
because some fuckhead posted that url to facebook
awesome
hope you enjoyed this piece of masterful writing
i...
February 2011
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Anonymous asked: what is your regular tumblr? it used to be lipsticksunsets but now this is lipsticksunsets and I am confusex :(
November 2010
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The other day, I was at a rehearsal, leaning against the block in the back, reviewing lines. Then this guy comes over, this great guy, who I’m friends enough with but we’ve never been particularly close I suppose. And without a word, he just comes over, sits on the block and rests his back against me. You know, I think it would be a better world if things like that happened more often....
September 2010
18 posts
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3 tags
I is for James Dean and Bob Dylan for the way you smirk and how I feel when you talk to me
B is for how special it is when you smile for your pinstripe shorts and how much I loved it when you cared
A is for friendship and how you make me feel dumb for the inside jokes and the looks across the classroom
T is for missed connections and a sense of humor for semi-anonymity and desire and...
It is much harder for me to hold on to the happy memories- I recall vague fuzzy feelings and a snatch of conversation. But the bad feelings, they come to me in biting vividness, they take over and consume me, I cannot forget, they are too powerful.
These are the moments
when you smile, when we talk,
these are the moments that toss through my mind, rolling, swaying, cementing
when I can see your face etched in my mind, a bit of sun glinting off your glasses
these are the moments I hold close, always
when I hear your voice, hear mine, see your smile, oh my oh my
these are the moments that last a second and keep forever
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The Hyundai meant Saturday mornings
Cream-cheese bagels and NPR
The Hyundai meant Car Talk
(That’s 888-227-8255, Hello you’re on Car Talk)
The Hyundai meant heading to the farmer’s market
back when I was up before noon on weekends
That old gray car with its tick-tock beeps
with just two doors
and a tape player, for La Bamba and Rosenchantz
The Hyundai meant so much
but...
Letters, Day Four
Someone Who Changed Your Life
Dear Lady Gaga,
The Monster Ball honestly changed my life. It made me love you so much more than I already did, and it also made me love myself more. It really did. When you said all that about letting go of your insecurities and anyone who ever made you feel like you weren’t pretty enough or skinny enough or smart enough or straight enough, I realized I...
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Letters, Day Three
Dear Crush (Oh, it’s that day),
Hmm. I dunno what to say, really. You’re cute. I like you.
Love,
Laura
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Letters, Day Two
(I had no time for Tumblr or internet of any site yesterday!)
Dear Someone I met online;
You’re the greatest. That’s really the short and long of it. From “Sang LoveGame naked in bed together” (or, wait, was that you or him?) to “Calories do not exist on Fridays”, you always seem to brighten up my day with something, be it a memoir or a Facebook photo with...
capreoluscapreolus asked: I sure think you can understand in a way, I always thought, how can anyone harm his or her own body? The only body they got? And indeed then I started to harm myself and as bad as it sounds cutting can help you out in a bad situation. It only helps for a short period of time, but sometimes this can be enough. Your post did not at all sound offensive, much more totally sensitive and caring. And I...
capreoluscapreolus asked: hey there, you reblogged my picture and added a note and i just wanted to tell you, cutting for sure is something incomprehensible and terrible. but having been a cutter myself, i can tell you, you really can deal with it and finally get over it. i don't mind having scarves, because those remind me this was part of me and still is as my past. greets
Letters, Day One
Dear Shadow,
I used to be in love with you. You were my enemy. You were beautiful.You were the reflection cast onto the wall or the street, you had rhythm and anonymity and you were simply all I wanted to be but never would.
Then… I don’t know what happened. These days I don’t envy you. You reflect me in strange ways that I don’t like. I began to turn toward the mirror.
...
WriteOneLeaf: Arroz Con Pollo
I’m so hungry. I am so goddamn hungry, and it’s too late. People here eat way too late. I don’t have enough brainpower left to decipher this Spanish menu. But I try. Meat. Meat. Meat. I hate Mexico.
A teacher notices my furrowed brow and asks what’s wrong. “It’s all meat”, I say, gesturing at the many pictures of piles of rice covered in various animal...
So I tried yelling
But that just made my throat hurt, and nobody listened anyway
So I tried crying
But that just made my lips taste salty
So I tried giving in
But that just made it boil up inside me
So I tried going for a walk
But eventually I had to come back
So I tried sleeping
But then I couldn’t
So I tried laying there in the dark
with the door locked
and my hands on my...
WriteOneLeaf: A Hug
This blue eye shadow is never going to come off. I pick a few bits of fake leather off my thighs. As if it weren’t bad enough these pants have a giant rip in the crotch, they make me look like my legs came down with some obscure spotty disease. I don’t feel like digging my socks out of the bottom of my bag, so I leave my ballet flats on. Not ideal shoes for anywhere out of the...
What Our Lives Will Feel Like
A sky of stars above our heads
A sea of grass below our beds
A wall of daisies, daffodils,
Chrysanthemums and sleeping pills
A lemon tree beside the door
Why couldn’t it have grown before?
Windchimes, tangled branches, rocks
The drawers hold nothing but our socks
Out the window, dusk falls lightly
Inside the room your eyes shine brightly
We look up at the stars above,
How wonderful,...
She believed she lived among the stars
He would sit with her and pull them out of her long tangly hair
And you must do more than just exist to live
so he loved
Sometimes she would cry when that song played
Because she said her first love was her last
And though it hurt, his fingers were caught in her hair, holding a star
so he loved
He had other friends, but mostly they existed in his...
If you are going to fall in love with me, it’s only fair that you know what you are falling in love with.
You are falling in love with my insecurities, and my obsession with trying to figure out what everyone thinks of me. You are falling in love with my immaturity, my constant need to feel loved and appreciated, my overactive tear ducts, my internet obsession, my tendency to be too...