6/7-6/11

I’m so frustrated my brain is going to explode.

Thank you for that big ole cup of depressing.

Because life is better on shuffle mode.

Am I trying to be friends with someone who doesn’t exist anymore? He’s their Steven. Not My Steven.

Because I don’t feel the need to tell you my life story. I don’t want my secrets splashed across the fickle pages of the internet.

6/3 – 6/6

A drug, a bad bad bad bad drug.

Sometimes your heart bleeds a symphony and sometimes it just bleeds blood.

“I’m easily wooed by mythical characters,” she told him sheepishly.

The blood in her palms danced within her veins.

He is my Jacob Black; my savior from darkness, my friend, my love. We were in love with each other, and it just wasn’t meant to be. He was right. I did love him. I tried to set boundaries, but limits were so hard to keep when I was in love with him, more so than I allowed myself to realize. What had my stupidity cost us? Weeks? Months? Years of agony without each other. I missed him. I missed my pup, my Jacob Black. I wanted my distance. No matter how much it pained him…he gave that to me. I didn’t want him erased from my life though.

The weirdest parallel ever. Thank you.

There’s nothing like an unexpected death to change your perspective on the way you’re living.

You don’t even know the hurt you’ve caused.

She was disgusted with herself. Recoiling from her own blood-stained hands.

Shoot me in the mouth and be done with it.

Please just let me drop into the six-foot grave quickly. Back where I came from. Quick and there won’t be any trouble.

Week 5/26-6/2 Rambling

Her neck needed something. No, no nothing. He was aroused by the bare empty skin .

You’re the Dwight Schrute to My office.

Because people aren’t perfect, life isn’t perfect. You can’t expect to wait around for perfection, it’s just not there.

The book sat down next to me. “You want to read me, don’t you? You want to forget about your worries and inhale the sweet refuse of my pages.” The book beckoned, teased. I turned away.  

Stupid Blood. Dumb Bella. I ran my finger along the scar on my hand.

Sometimes you just need to sit down and cut and paste random pictures together. Life can be that simple and that abstract and complicated, all at the same time.

Her leg pumped rhythmically against the hardwood floor

He felt her slipping, falling from his grasp. His hand was outstretched reaching for her, but she didn’t grab it.

Sometimes you can get so thirsty for a relationship that you throw yourself at any human with a beating heart. On desperate days, those without. This was a desperate day.

I knew that he was aching to talk to me, but I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t have anything to say. I wasn’t ready to talk yet.