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What We Don't Say Out Loud: My World In Youtube Videos
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What We Don't Say Out Loud. Tuesday, July 15, 2014. My World In Youtube Videos. I tried to write something that sums up everything, and just couldn't. Why I want to go into film:. I used to want to be a writer. And I quickly realized that no matter how hard I try, I would never be satisfied with anything I ever wrote. I'm always missing something. It never is as effective or provocative or interesting or beautiful or emotional as I want it to be. They are everything to me. Posted by Sariah May. Death Is ...
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What We Don't Say Out Loud: May 2014
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What We Don't Say Out Loud. Saturday, May 24, 2014. You must know by now that because you've taken her, she needs you. She waits on you. I know you're looking for the same to come from where you once had been. I know you're taking your time and being reckless. Maybe you're killing time. Maybe you're bored. I know you're disinterested. But I depend on you. If I wanted to, could I ever be more than what I've resigned myself to be? Will there be a way out for me, if I so desire one? Or will it be too late?
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What We Don't Say Out Loud: Karma Was Here
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What We Don't Say Out Loud. Thursday, July 31, 2014. Give me something I can put my faith in. Give me a distraction. I'm going to be so different. I will be better, stronger, more grown up. Maybe a better friend. And a better lover. Or a better fighter. I will be brave. I will be confident. I will. Night after night and day after day, I look to the wrong person when I loose my way. Give me something I can feel right about. Give me a reason to grow old. Give me a reason to come back. Posted by Sariah May.
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What We Don't Say Out Loud: Burnt Toast
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What We Don't Say Out Loud. Friday, July 3, 2015. Could you be more in awe of the shape I am taking? Methuselah, at age 969, exasperated and blasé and calm to a fault, waits by the oven for toast. It blackens with a crunch, and Methuselah, at age 969, crunched and blackened himself, takes a mouthful. Posted by Sariah May. July 17, 2015 at 4:47 PM. Still reading. Please keep writing. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Quote Of The Week. I was made to believe there's something wrong with me.".
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What We Don't Say Out Loud: Map My Digression
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What We Don't Say Out Loud. Monday, March 30, 2015. Ella, born with blonde in her hair and a strong jaw, takes the bus to school. She walks to the bus stop using her swollen feet, and makes her usual comments about the weather to the benches. They are typically good listeners, or at least they are polite enough to pretend. Either way, the sky is purple and she misses her mother because of it. The bus driver is early, so he takes a few moments to make a phone call. No one gets off the bus at the fifth stop.
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What We Don't Say Out Loud: January 2014
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What We Don't Say Out Loud. Saturday, January 25, 2014. I Let It Go. My Legionnaire by Brooke Waggoner on Grooveshark. What are your plans, then? I don’t know.". Whatever happened with that arts school? I’m not going, though.". It's cheaper to stay here.". Chicago will still be there. I can wait.". I never figured out how to participate in class. I plan everything I say two days before I say it. He didn't want to talk to me after we kissed. I laugh when I should cry, and I cry when I should smile. Or sex...
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What We Don't Say Out Loud: At Least
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What We Don't Say Out Loud. Thursday, March 19, 2015. Back in Utah and single still and curious as ever and unaligned. I've been trying to write for a while now. What is it this time, you ask? No, I haven't changed much. And yet I'm so different that I don't even know what to say about myself anymore. I don't recognize myself. I don't sing very often. I do, however, know a lot of fun facts about Disney World, though. So there's that. I'm done running away from myself. At least I have that. If You Want To.
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What We Don't Say Out Loud: Goodbai Utah
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What We Don't Say Out Loud. Friday, August 8, 2014. Sorry for the long post. If you don't want to read the whole thing, this is the summary:. This summer sucked but also didn't. I love my friends. I'm moving to Florida to work at Disney World. I'm going to keep writing but probably not often. Goodbye, I love you. If you're reading this, I am already gone. My summer ends a little bit earlier than I wanted it to this year. I'm moving to Florida. I guess I'll figure it out. And just like that, the only plac...
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What We Don't Say Out Loud: A Gasoline Pump Is Not A Toy
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What We Don't Say Out Loud. Sunday, July 6, 2014. A Gasoline Pump Is Not A Toy. Once, I was a poor creature who looked to the sun for direction. I lived on sugar and lived for the summer. There was never enough time in the day. There was always another adventure. I waited for no one. I wanted for nothing. Except to run and to hide and to live forever as a bird would. Once, I was a frail girl who hated her nose. Once, I was a peculiar child who laughed at herself. Tell me, can you feel it? I used my money...
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What We Don't Say Out Loud: April 2014
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What We Don't Say Out Loud. Saturday, April 26, 2014. Unpeeled, Like a Thread. I keep waiting for my big break, but now I think that maybe I've missed it. I didn't need to do it. I didn't want to either. I had passed the point of desire and hate, and I was moving on to being more weightless and acceptable. There were no more missed phone calls. There were a lot more nights out. We were choice examples. I wish I knew how to get better. Posted by Sariah May. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Quote Of The Week.
