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Zig Zags | Hailey
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Things to do When You're Upset. Weeks ago, I would have pointed at you and said, "That kid over there? He's my best friend.". Now you're not even around for me to point at. Weeks ago, you would have read this blog post within three. Days of me putting it up. Not I'm not sure you'll ever see it. I'm sorry to everyone reading this, because I know the last thing you want me to write about is him. But I don't think he's him. Anymore, and that should at least make you feel a little better. When you come back.
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how could I forget - Hannah Elieson
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How could I forget. I remember when times were simpler. When the hardest part of the day was tying your shoes. I remember making bread for the first time in kindergarten and it tasting so good. I remember you and your contagious laugh. And how we thought riding in the wagon down our street was a good idea. You couldn't steer so we tried leaning,. But we both came home with a little bit of gravel in our legs. Really it was alright because nothing mattered to us at that age. I remember crepes at 3 am.
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Eleanor Douglas: 07/17/15
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By Natty Beth Taylor. Love Always, Natty. Friday, July 17, 2015. Sounds like you're listening. Girl: can you hear the tick-tock of my wristwatch darling? Girl: can you hear the thum-thum of my heartbeat darling? Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Things I needed to say. Things you needed to hear. Thanks for Reading. View my complete profile. A poem you can understand. The Last Payphone in Manhattan. Rosyln luna grey ☾. I am the princess, and you are the pea. I Won't Let The Lines Die (A Blog Review In Poetry).
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Eleanor Douglas: Top 29
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By Natty Beth Taylor. Love Always, Natty. The procession of the pink mist. Do I Look Suspicious. Her name was adleen. I'm Never Not Afraid. Cold hands and heart. Fear is the thing that broke her. Things that need work. I've got a thing for you. Before I Got Old. Jane q. porter]. This isn't about graduation. A haiku for every boy i've kissed. I am having a quarter life crisis so i wrote this depressing post. Amor, amor, amor. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. A poem you can understand.
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Eleanor Douglas: God Drew Me with a Crayon (Live)
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By Natty Beth Taylor. Love Always, Natty. Thursday, April 23, 2015. God Drew Me with a Crayon (Live). God drew me with a crayon. He started with the eyes. He taped together a sky-something-ocean-blue crayon and a pine-scented-asparagus-green crayon and went to work. And God, He colored outside the lines a little bit because something about a metaphor about looking beyond yourself. 8220;Look closer,” He said. 8220;Look harder,” He said. 8220;Speak kindly.”. God said, “Taste sweetly.”. He rounded off my jo...
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Music - Hannah Elieson
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Harveston Lake/ Johnny Rain. Wednesday Night Interlude/ Drake. When the Stars Go Blue/ Ryan Adams. At Home/ Crystal Fighters. Sea of Love/ Cat Power. Fool for Love/ Lord Huron. As We Ran/ The National Parks. Move Together/ James Bay. Dreamy Eyes/ Azure Blue. First/ Cold War Kids. A sunday playlist - Twiggy. Songs that had some sort of impact on my life - James C. Mckay. Songs that feel like home - Cornelia Boom. I am not scared of the police. I am the princess, and you are the pea. They say our character...
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Jordana Bevan: December 2014
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Friday, December 26, 2014. Daylight- Matt and Kim. Sunday, December 21, 2014. I'm no Cobain,. Or even a Bevan. I'm not sure what a Bevan even is. All I know is that it is a name that belongs to a dora-esque girl on my favorite movie. Which I've only watched all the way through because it's two and a half hours long. I'm just a girl who wants to start a riot. A girl who doesn't quite see the point of the internet. A girl who wants to see her brother get to have what she has. A girl who hates her real name.
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Jordana Bevan: The Road Less Traveled
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Sunday, December 7, 2014. The Road Less Traveled. This isn't my newspaper blackout. But I liked it better. Essentially these things are created by thievery so why not make it two-tiered? I took the road less traveled recently. And when I say that I don't mean it in a figurative, metaphorical sense. I mean that I was trying to find a campsite up AF canyon that once was a setting of many awkward kissing stories and where I sneaked-out for the first time to go camping with BOYS but I took a wrong turn.
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Jordana Bevan: September 2014
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Sunday, September 28, 2014. Building Your Heavy Ego. There you are,. Sitting on your tower,. Continually laying bricks,. Content with your skewed self-image. The rest of us are here,. On the ground,. We are content with our lives,. You build your wall up. So you can feel above everyone else. What you don't realize is that,. Something so literal does not translate to be so figuritive. While you are building your wall,. You sink into a fog of uncertainty. The worst part is that,. To be sought,. To be loved,.
