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Life Unpublished: Mr. Perfect
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Every Day. Every Post. My Story Becomes a Little Less Secret. Sunday, September 7, 2014. Me: Why do I fit so perfectly in your arms? Him: Maybe you were made that way. It was spontaneous. It was perfect. Yeah I just came inside from that. Now back to reality. Because I can not get him out of my mind, here is to you Mr. Perfect. 9829; there's no reason but him ♥ he is the reason I love him ♥. Yes Cliché I know. I talked about love. Get over yourself. September 8, 2014 at 3:09 PM. Link back to Writers Paris.
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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: 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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Life Unpublished: November 2014
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Every Day. Every Post. My Story Becomes a Little Less Secret. Monday, November 24, 2014. A little too Naive. There have been those time where my heart has saved me. When all that was keeping me alive was the blood pumping through my heart. That relentless bastard. Now looking back, I am thankful that I was saved because I could not enjoy the sun never refusing to shine, the way our eyes meet and we smile, the time we got caught being a little too naive. Grace is a runner. Every night she sets off alone.
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Life Unpublished: A little too Naive
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Every Day. Every Post. My Story Becomes a Little Less Secret. Monday, November 24, 2014. A little too Naive. There have been those time where my heart has saved me. When all that was keeping me alive was the blood pumping through my heart. That relentless bastard. Now looking back, I am thankful that I was saved because I could not enjoy the sun never refusing to shine, the way our eyes meet and we smile, the time we got caught being a little too naive. Grace is a runner. Every night she sets off alone.
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Life Unpublished: January 2015
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Every Day. Every Post. My Story Becomes a Little Less Secret. Wednesday, January 7, 2015. This is the real me. I’d rather live my life accepting that I’m not perfect, than spending my whole life pretending to be. I love my parents more than anything and I can not think of a better night than to hang out with my family. I have always wanted to go out of the country. I feel like I need to be cooler, but I never know how. I have been in a lot of trouble before, but it has made me who I am today. I have have...
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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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Hello again. Call me Everett : September 2014
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Hello again. Call me Everett. Sunday, September 28, 2014. For Peach Bricks and roses. I took my first breaths in a brick home. the bricks were the color of peaches, the color of my hair as I took those first breaths, and that house was as long as our kitchen is today. In that little brick kitchen I burned myself on breakfast and in our tilted attic I remember a quilt, scrapped from violets and blues and some yellow, and it was thick. There was a water spicket that dripped into pebbles, and a hose nearby ...
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Hello again. Call me Everett : Sweeet Dreams
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Hello again. Call me Everett. Thursday, August 6, 2015. For nights when the moon is gold. Swings above our houses. Like some great alien spying on earth life. As if they didn't know how to hold hands and midnight bike. In all of the rest of the cosmos. So they were watching just us. The two of us. Posted by Everett Mills. August 6, 2015 at 2:28 PM. This gave me warm fuzzies on the inside. And happy feelings. As if they didnt know how to hold hands and midnight bike. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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Life Unpublished: September 2014
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Every Day. Every Post. My Story Becomes a Little Less Secret. Sunday, September 28, 2014. The Stalker’s Guide to Confessions. Be Honest. Here you go:. I had a severe eating disorder. My parents push me to be something I'm not. Even though my parent know everything I still feel like I have to sneak around them. My friends always say that I'm so "pretty" but everyday, walking in the hallways I'm laughed at. I feel invisable at school. I have a severe addiction to New Girl the TV show. I have wanted to die.