tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1498926354623015312024-03-13T08:48:19.430-07:00to touch the moonJessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16933842067943826441noreply@blogger.comBlogger93125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-149892635462301531.post-13829745275729781432014-06-24T06:45:00.003-07:002014-06-24T06:45:51.910-07:00seasons [a haiku]a u t u m n ; shining golden leaves,<br />
w i n t e r ; snow crystals float to the ground,<br />
s p r i n g ; flowers and sunshine<br />
<br />
<em>and now it's summer.</em>Jessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16933842067943826441noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-149892635462301531.post-71513975352311597402014-05-27T15:05:00.000-07:002014-05-27T15:05:14.189-07:00anonymous<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Batang; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">"in just two days, tomorrow will be yesterday." —anonymous</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">this anonymous dude is pretty smart.</span>Jessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16933842067943826441noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-149892635462301531.post-78593552583851510402014-05-16T10:09:00.000-07:002014-05-16T10:11:07.414-07:00a dare"do you love me?"<br />
"of course."<br />
"prove it," she said. a dare.<br />
he curled a piece of her hair around his finger and exhaled.<br />
<br />
the silence was suffocating.<br />
<br />
<em>- x -</em><br />
<br />
<em>i felt like doing a fiction friday-it's been forever since my last. this bit came from my heart.</em>Jessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16933842067943826441noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-149892635462301531.post-15069912045621517392014-05-11T09:01:00.001-07:002014-05-11T09:02:02.639-07:00sometimes, pictures say more than words.<center>
<img alt=" " class="pinImage" src="http://media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/f1/3f/fa/f13ffacc5e3ac4071a8ae9c88f160cca.jpg" height="640" style="margin: 0px auto; padding: 0px;" width="426" /><br />
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<img alt="s o a r" class="pinImage" src="http://media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/fc/f3/92/fcf39299f521447876862712b181689f.jpg" height="640" style="margin: 0px auto; padding: 0px;" width="427" /><br />
<img alt=" " class="pinImage" src="http://media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/f4/ae/5e/f4ae5e08e0b4702b3f489434f9fc419b.jpg" height="426" style="margin: 0px auto; padding: 0px;" width="640" /><br />
<img alt="That Kind Of Woman" class="pinImage" src="http://media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/7d/90/23/7d90239dfa2c68491f2a55cc3fbb3aa1.jpg" height="640" style="margin: 0px auto; padding: 0px;" width="426" /><br />
<img alt=" " class="pinImage" src="http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/736x/7d/ce/d8/7dced88e2211d80653fffad3eff9f9e7.jpg" height="640" style="margin: 0px auto; padding: 2px 0px;" width="425" /><br />
<br />(these make my heart sing. oh, how i miss my camera.)<br />
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Jessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16933842067943826441noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-149892635462301531.post-10284693147919660262014-05-04T08:50:00.000-07:002014-05-04T08:52:15.475-07:00a flickerher eyes are the warning; cold, distant.<br />
her mouth shoots bullets, piercing those before her.<br />
they withdraw, afraid.<br />
<br />
but beneath her bitter facade,<br />
she feels a flicker <br />
of something<br />
for an instant.<br />
<em></em><br />
- - -<br />
<em></em><br />Jessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16933842067943826441noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-149892635462301531.post-20533386961020072282014-04-27T08:34:00.003-07:002014-04-27T08:34:36.565-07:00in other news;- this little space has been alive for over a year. a year of hope, photos, words. <br />
- i redesigned. not because the previous (brilliant) design wasn't good enough; not at all. i just wanted to feel creative again. <br />
- i'm thinking of changing my blog name as well; chirographic doesn't appeal to me as it used to. (any ideas?)<br />
- my camera broke. i'm devastated.<br />
Jessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16933842067943826441noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-149892635462301531.post-2481819030119113272014-03-21T13:33:00.003-07:002014-03-21T13:33:36.161-07:00meeveryone says to just be who you are.<br />
but who am i?Jessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16933842067943826441noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-149892635462301531.post-56456431656233358382014-03-05T15:49:00.001-08:002014-03-05T15:50:47.965-08:00yesterday, todayyesterday was winter.<br />
today was spring.<br />
yesterday was windy.<br />
today was calm.<br />
yesterday was yesterday, and<br />
today is today.<br />
i wonder what tomorrow will bring.Jessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16933842067943826441noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-149892635462301531.post-47268710300891174892014-02-27T15:00:00.000-08:002014-02-27T15:01:00.713-08:00writing;<em><span style="color: #444444;">she wrote,</span></em><br />
<em><span style="color: #444444;">dividing </span></em><br />
<span style="color: #444444;">fragments </span><br />
<em><span style="color: #444444;">of her </span></em><br />
<em><span style="color: #444444;">soul</span></em><br />
<em><span style="color: #444444;">with ink.</span></em>Jessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16933842067943826441noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-149892635462301531.post-12325485296146642532014-02-24T14:52:00.000-08:002014-02-24T14:52:00.189-08:00springthe air is <br />
cool<br />
the sun is <br />
in my eyes<br />
and i think<br />
spring is<br />
s l o w l y<br />
approachingJessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16933842067943826441noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-149892635462301531.post-52289951695491116402014-02-21T09:50:00.000-08:002014-02-21T09:50:50.671-08:00nostalgia:to me nostalgia is to feel a memory and long for it.Jessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16933842067943826441noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-149892635462301531.post-19281472357855693822014-02-02T08:13:00.002-08:002014-02-02T08:13:57.963-08:00i was going to do fiction friday,<div style="text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">photo not my own. <em><a href="http://apronsandbirds.blogspot.com/">via</a></em></span></div>
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but i'm not. i changed my mind a few minutes ago, when i came across an album in the corner of my room. i opened it up and flipped through it. there was a friend's birthday party, a wedding, a trip to the beach. and then the pages were blank. i almost put it away, but something caught my eye. there were more photos in the back.<br />
they were photos that were taken with film. i took them in the summer. i stopped using that film camera simply because i have no time for anything lately. even photography. and it hurts to say that.<br />
but i was looking at those beautiful pictures, and a wave of nostalgia washed over me. i remembered the story behind most of the photographs.<br />
there's just something beautiful about film, you know?<br />
<br />
p.s. this was written on friday. i thought this was posted, but i guess not.Jessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16933842067943826441noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-149892635462301531.post-86032796084827096562014-01-13T14:33:00.002-08:002014-01-13T14:33:51.066-08:00the girl with the guitar.<div style="text-align: center;">
<img alt="Music is a must, bring along a guitar as there is always somebody who is dying to show off their skills! #designsponge #dssummerparty" class="pinImage" src="http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/736x/6d/ed/b6/6dedb6e174d7e7e128429d77c16cda3c.jpg" style="margin: 0px auto; padding: 0px;" /></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">via pinterest.</span></div>
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she's quiet, that girl with the guitar.<br />
she has long bangs that obscure her eyes, but i'd imagine them to be amber.<br />
she doesn't speak unless she has to, and even then, it's done so in a whisper.<br />
she plays softly, hardly brushing her fingers over the strings.<br />
her dresses are old, her shoes worn, and she has to simple dresses that just make it to her knees.<br />
she has a small nose and a sprinkling of freckles, and bites her nails and lips.<br />
<br />
yet I envy her, that girl with the guitar.<br />
<br />
inspired from <a href="http://creativethinkingandeating.blogspot.com/2014/01/her.html">this lovely post</a>.Jessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16933842067943826441noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-149892635462301531.post-3941163166953760512014-01-09T15:43:00.003-08:002014-01-09T15:43:57.657-08:00five words.<div style="text-align: center;">
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<em></em><br />
<em>just </em><br />
<em>listen</em><br />
<em>to</em><br />
<em>the</em><br />
<em>w i n d.</em>Jessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16933842067943826441noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-149892635462301531.post-69635164824879533392014-01-05T13:26:00.002-08:002014-01-05T13:26:39.421-08:00memories"why don't you go jogging?", he suggested. "you haven't in a while."<br />
for some unexplainable reason, I agreed. <br />
so I went.<br />
passing the old pale blue house with the tall tree growing in the front, I remembered.<br />
passing the nursery, with children playing outside, I blinked back tears.<br />
passing the grocery, I cried.<br />
yet I jogged on.<br />
and when I got back, I smiled.<br />
<br />
because memories will stay with me forever,<br />
but pain doesn't have to.Jessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16933842067943826441noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-149892635462301531.post-9886993090790366612013-12-26T16:26:00.000-08:002013-12-26T16:27:04.109-08:00so<span style="font-family: inherit;">if you've seen my blog lately, you obviously saw my new amazing flawless perfect wonderful design, done my the wonderfully talented and kind<a href="http://beauteimparfait.blogspot.com/"> leslie</a>. <span style="font-family: "arial narrow",sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;">◕-◕ </span> she happens to be the most lovable being on the planet, so go say hello to her and send her hugs and comments (?) and dill pickles. kay? kay. <span style="font-family: "arial narrow",sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: justify;">◕-◕ </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">xoxo</span>Jessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16933842067943826441noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-149892635462301531.post-9823719956088404722013-12-24T17:17:00.001-08:002013-12-24T17:17:56.125-08:00<div style="text-align: center;">
<img alt=" " class="pinImage" src="http://media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/30/81/3e/30813ee4fd9334787c894dec60d8e467.jpg" style="height: 390px; margin: 0px auto; padding: 10px 0px; width: 450px;" /></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">via pinterest.</span></div>
merry christmas, all. <3Jessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16933842067943826441noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-149892635462301531.post-68026497581575954752013-12-17T15:11:00.002-08:002013-12-17T15:11:25.571-08:00winter<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />
there is snow beneath my feet,<br />
a chill in the air,<br />
coffee in my hand,<br />
and a smile on my lips.<br />
<br />
ahh, winter. <3<br />
Jessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16933842067943826441noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-149892635462301531.post-54599172814358953472013-12-15T15:37:00.000-08:002013-12-15T15:37:00.777-08:00<u>that day</u><br />
and so it was that day again. the day she let the children out. one might think that this was a sunny day with a cool breeze, but in fact this day was the day the first snow touched the ground. no matter how deep it was, no matter how cold, all the children of the orphanage were led outside, bundled up so tightly that they didn't feel cold as they rolled on the ground, making snowmen and igloos. and she, who's mouth was always set in a thin, firm line, now relaxed, and a hint of a smile touched at her lips. the day before and the day after, she was strict as ever.<br />
but on that day, when the first snow fluttered to the ground, she was content.Jessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16933842067943826441noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-149892635462301531.post-6384500587981121112013-12-12T17:19:00.000-08:002013-12-12T17:19:11.845-08:00sometimes.sometimes I look at the old people sitting outside<br />
and wonder<br />
how they looked<br />
when they were young.Jessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16933842067943826441noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-149892635462301531.post-69069811676820421202013-12-03T08:33:00.000-08:002013-12-03T08:33:11.588-08:00hello there.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />
hey people. it's me, jessie. y'know...the author of this blog? i'm really sorry about my absence! my laptop broke, and i got another one...everything was deleted--things I typed, my pictures (well, I did save a little)...so i'm starting fresh. this blog will get a makeover, and hopefully i'll continue to blog. :)<br />
<br />
xoxo,<br />
jessieJessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16933842067943826441noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-149892635462301531.post-73566303033464824252013-11-10T10:08:00.001-08:002013-11-10T10:08:55.149-08:00good stuff v.4031. having off from school<br />
032. cousins<br />
033. sweaters<br />
034. sweatpants<br />
035. <a href="http://beauteimparfait.blogspot.com/">her</a><br />
036. going to my friend's house and ending up sleeping over<br />
037. fireplaces (like, the real type)<br />
038. colorful mugs<br />
039. playing made-up games<br />
040. hot chocolate chip cookies<br />
<br />
xoxo,<br />
jessie<br />
<br />
p.s. i apologize for not posting/commenting or emailing/chatting lately. internet is very slow, and gmail doesn't work, so if you emailed me and i haven't yet answered, you know why. :) (that's also why there are no pictures is this post. bad, bad internet.)Jessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16933842067943826441noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-149892635462301531.post-74482994082190768052013-11-03T06:32:00.000-08:002013-11-03T06:32:17.446-08:00things i wish i believe 1. that i am beautiful, smart, special, and the like.<br /><br />2. that my family cares.<br /><br />
3. that i have good friends at school.<br /><br />4. that it "happens to everyone".<br /><br />5. that i am not insecure.<br /><br />6. that people "understand".<br /><br />7. that dreams come true.<br /><br />8. that i can be who i want to.<br /><br />9. that "this too shall pass".<br /><br />10. that it's okay to cry. a lot.<br />
<br />
Yep. Sorry for all the depressing posts lately.<br />
<br />
xoxo,<br />
JessieJessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16933842067943826441noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-149892635462301531.post-4017890332856828042013-10-28T16:36:00.000-07:002013-10-28T16:37:42.472-07:00To live is to love<div style="text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span id="bc_0_9b+seedWw0UD" kind="d"> </span><span id="bc_0_9b+seedWw0UD" kind="d">"To <i>live</i> is to <i>love</i>; one letter difference there"</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span id="bc_0_9b+seedWw0UD" kind="d"><xml><span style="font-size: large;"><span id="bc_0_9b+seedWw0UD" kind="d"><xml> <span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; line-height: 115%;">—</span>Brilliant <a href="http://beauteimparfait.blogspot.com/">Leslie</a></xml></span></span></xml></span><span id="bc_0_9b+seedWw0UD" kind="d"><xml><span style="font-size: large;"><span id="bc_0_9b+seedWw0UD" kind="d"><xml> </xml></span></span></xml></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span id="bc_0_9b+seedWw0UD" kind="d"><xml><span style="font-size: large;"><span id="bc_0_9b+seedWw0UD" kind="d"><xml> </xml></span></span></xml></span></span></div>
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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.<br />
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xoxo,<br />
Jessie
Jessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16933842067943826441noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-149892635462301531.post-71563080269689850982013-10-27T06:37:00.000-07:002013-10-27T06:54:48.982-07:00stories of six words<div style="text-align: center;">
<img height="377" id="irc_mi" src="http://shahryary.persiangig.com/image/db947f2bbceb.jpg" style="margin-top: 4px;" width="500" /></div>
- don't bear grudges; it wastes life.<br />
- it doesn't matter, but it does.<br />
- i need your love. like, now.<br />
- life blurred, and suddenly she grew.<br />
- it's nice to be important, but. it's more important to be nice.<br />
- you went away, don't come back. <br />
<br />
inspired by the lovely <a href="http://thecupcakedictionary.blogspot.com/2013/09/the-relevance-of-six-words.html">jocee</a> and <a href="http://connieistherubberbootgirl.blogspot.com/2013/10/eight-word-story.html">anna</a>.<br />
<br />
xoxo,<br />
jessie Jessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16933842067943826441noreply@blogger.com14