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Mar 14, 2012 04:50PM
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Today he's an astronaut. Tomorrow an artist. Somehow, I can never make up my mind. Black hair, brown hair (anything but red, please). I s'pose it doesn't matter so terribly much, except it does.
It must. I've planned him out to the very last detail. His little sister. His mother's name. The freckle on his lip.
He'll be a little stubborn, but cute. And funny. So funny.
He'll make me tea when I'm sick. Be goofy and sweet when I need it. But also smart- very, very smart. Not just book smart, either. Street smart, people smart. Someone who can survive the city. A real tough guy.
A tough guy who loves art. My at. My music. And he'll have music of his own, too.
But best of all, he'll be totally, irrevocably in love with me and only me. Forever. ♥
Wow, that was really heart felt Cheyla. I really enjoyed that.
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Cheyla wrote: "Having straight, white teeth is the only feature I really even can boast about. My older bub says its lame that my best feature is my smile."Nemphisi wrote: "Trust me, you think braces are cool until you have them."
Nemphisi: TOO TRUE!
Cheyla: The fact that your best feature is your smile is a good thing! I envy you, my smile is weird.
Cheyla wrote: "My Perfect Guy:Today he's an astronaut. Tomorrow an artist. Somehow, I can never make up my mind. Black hair, brown hair (anything but red, please). I s'pose it doesn't matter so terribly much, e..."
If you ever saw Charlieissocoollike you wouidn't hate red hair as much.
I need a topic. I write, but it doesn't sound good good because I need a topic. Any suggestions?
Right now the topic is "Describe your perfect guy". I'm assuming that if you're gay then it's "girl".
I know i was huts going with the flow
Oh, haha:)I wonder if I'm gay. I've never ever had a serious crush on a guy. Never been attracted to one, either, mind you. But I think it's more likely it's because I'm just 14.
Lol. I dont know y but im obsessed :)
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Good for you Pirl. You've never had to slam your head to your desk and ask yourself "why do I like this boy" while he makes an (excuse my language here) ass of himself.
Cheyla wrote: "Just the fact that you've never been attracted to a guy yet doesn't exactly mean you're gay.. but if you are attracted to girls, well, then there you go."I have a weird sense of humor, and that was sort of a joke.
But I really haven't been attracted to boy or to girl. I'll let time pass and see...
The Emma Dilemma (HATE TRISTAN!) wrote: "Good for you Pirl. You've never had to slam your head to your desk and ask yourself "why do I like this boy" while he makes an (excuse my language here) ass of himself."I actually did, once. But not because like-like, because one of my closest friends is an (using the same language) ass.
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yes please Autumn I wanna do this!
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My Mornings.
I slowly open my eyes to a slightly light room. I look at a blue screen and curse. 11:02 A.M. Goddamnit way to early. As always I turn to the wall and go back to sleep. I wake around 1 and always try to get up, but my body never does want to. Every move seems like labored breath. So I go back to sleep again. By now it's about 3 in the afternoon. I know, as always, that I should get up. I force myself to sit up. I just feel like the living dead. Sleep...sleep...sleep...it's all I need. I live to sleep and sleep to live. I find it funny how people don't want to go to sleep, but in the morning they don't want to get up. I hate mornings, Monday mornings, Tuesday mornings, any mornings. Mornings are like the dead coming alive. Mornings are the worst part of my day. I hate mornings.
ok so this sucked and I'm not even sure if it's what you wanted but whatever.
I slowly open my eyes to a slightly light room. I look at a blue screen and curse. 11:02 A.M. Goddamnit way to early. As always I turn to the wall and go back to sleep. I wake around 1 and always try to get up, but my body never does want to. Every move seems like labored breath. So I go back to sleep again. By now it's about 3 in the afternoon. I know, as always, that I should get up. I force myself to sit up. I just feel like the living dead. Sleep...sleep...sleep...it's all I need. I live to sleep and sleep to live. I find it funny how people don't want to go to sleep, but in the morning they don't want to get up. I hate mornings, Monday mornings, Tuesday mornings, any mornings. Mornings are like the dead coming alive. Mornings are the worst part of my day. I hate mornings.
ok so this sucked and I'm not even sure if it's what you wanted but whatever.
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thanks! :) it was fun...whens the next topic going to be???
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i could but i'm bad at just randomly typing things. it usually comes out as something really depressive lol
the sound of Autumn wrote: "I think it's about time we get a new subject for our writer's cravings. Chey Chey, may I have the honor?"HAHA
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But I'm back now, and I'm going to work double-time, so this thing is gonna FLY!
What I think of when I think of evening.
I think of the song Vanilla Twilight. And then I'm sad cus I miss the person it makes me think of. When I think evening I think night. I see sparkling stars dangling magically from the blue sky. I see a moon. I wonder if the man on the moon ever gets lonely like me. Were in the same boat you know. I think of laying in the cool grass and watching shooting stars. I think of love as the deep of night. The way the moon looms over my head makes me want to reach out and touch it even though I know I can't. A shooting star shots and I wish that someone was laying beside me holding me tight. If only wishes came true...
I think of the song Vanilla Twilight. And then I'm sad cus I miss the person it makes me think of. When I think evening I think night. I see sparkling stars dangling magically from the blue sky. I see a moon. I wonder if the man on the moon ever gets lonely like me. Were in the same boat you know. I think of laying in the cool grass and watching shooting stars. I think of love as the deep of night. The way the moon looms over my head makes me want to reach out and touch it even though I know I can't. A shooting star shots and I wish that someone was laying beside me holding me tight. If only wishes came true...
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I could write about many sounds; The beautiful and powerful waves of the ocean crushing themselves along the sandy shore, the rustling of autumn leaves under a chilly gust of wind, or maybe the sound of rain split-splattering on the ground around me and waking up the smells of the ground itself, earth. But, right now I am not writing about those sounds, because I do not believe they compare to his voice. His voice, something that sends electricity throughout my body while soothing me at the same time. I hear it, and suddenly I am not myself. I am no longer a girl with a skepticism of love and experience worth the doubt, but a girl whose heart beats rapidly at even the fewest of words spoken to her. Surely these words would have no such effect on me... if they had not been spoken from his voice, flowed from his tongue, and past his lips. It's deep, smooth, almost tangible- though I know it's not, because if I could, I would yank those words from the air and keep them all for myself.
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Describe your boyfriend: (Looks, personality, the whole thing)
And no, Ri, this is not at all a scheme to get you to go in to more detail about your lovely, lovely beau.
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