To live is to love

 "To live is to love; one letter difference there"
 Brilliant Leslie 
Leslie said the above in a comment. Ever read such wise and true words? <3 Of all the brilliant things she wrote, I chose this one. Because it is so true. I want to rewrite it and hang it on my wall and look at it all day and smile because of its truth.


stories of six words

- don't bear grudges; it wastes life.
- it doesn't matter, but it does.
- i need your love. like, now.
- life blurred, and suddenly she grew.
- it's nice to be important, but. it's more important to be nice.
- you went away, don't come back.

inspired by the lovely jocee and anna.


so i ran.

i ran. my hair was being whipped into my eyes and mouth, but i hardly noticed. my face was streaked with tears, but i didn't care. i continued running and running, feeling light on my feet as though i was floating. farther and farther away from reality. no one cared. no one cares. no one will care. i repeated that to myself as my surroundings blurred. i never looked back once. no one cared. no one cares. no one will care.

so i ran.


that ^^^ is what i feel like doing now. * le dramatic sigh *

gone with the wind

you were
right there
gone with the wind
were you.
with the wind.
and then
you were here
and i
and i
and i
smiled some more
when i saw
you were

dedicated to dear, wonderful Les. <3


the five words of she

she pulled the strings of everyone's heart, old and young alike. she knew who you were, and understood you.

she smelt of lavender soap and fresh bread. like sand of the ocean, or the first trickle of light that comes out in the morning.

she looked like a fairy right out a book. long hair which was often in a small bun with a flower or two on the side, and chocolatey brown eyes that stared through yours.

she felt your feelings, and understood your fears. when you were happy, she shared in your joy, and when you were sad, before attempting to comfort you, she was sad along with you.

she had a special gift that made you want to be who you are, and try the best you could.

~    ~    ~    ~    ~

well, that didn't come out as planned. oh well.


an early winter post

i remember those days when our noses would press against the windowpane, dampening it from our excited breath. when one little flake would descend from the grey sky, you and i would run to the closet, take out our bulky coats and boots and scarves that mom used to make us wear. then we'd go outside and have a snowball fight--not against each other of course; it was always the two of us against everyone else. not just in snowball fights. we were two of a kind, you and i.

and now...when the first snow comes, what will be?
will we run outside, cheeks red with glee?
will it be just us two, making angels in the snow?
i'd still like that, you know.

but what about you? i'm afraid to ask.

this may or may not be fiction.


p.s. like the new design? even if it's not so different that her amazing one?