Note to self
When you turn on the charm, don’t forget to turn it off. Some people might misinterpret it.
Word of the day
Caprice (noun)- an impulsive change of mind. “Mr. Bennet was so odd a mixture of quick parts, sarcastic humor, reserve, and caprice, that the experience of three and twenty years had been insufficent to make his wife understand his character” (Austen 4).
There is a difference between cockiness and confidence. Frankly, I prefer the...
For Patrick and Gretchelle
“To go Ga Ga The french painter Paul Gauguin is the source for this saying. Rumor has it that admirers loved his painting but had problems pronouncing his name. So they shortened their admiration to saying that they were just ‘Ga Ga.’ Others claim that’s just nonsense. And the word comes from French orgin for “fool” and so the words represents the sound a...
“Sweetheart In the old days the pumping action of the heart was considered to be the beat of a person’s personality. Doctors knew little else about your circulatory system back then. So figurative words were attached to the heart regarding people’s personalities, like hard-hearted, soft-hearted, heavy-hearted, light-hearted and cold-hearted. Since love makes us all giddy, often...
I think he’s sweet on you– Keena’s mom (I miss phrases like this)
Find a way home
“Do you wanna go running with me later, Drea?” Anna said as we made our way home from a breeze-filled day in Camarillo. Trying to escape the heat of the unforgiving valley. “Sure, let’s go later though. It’s too hot to run right now.” Hours passed by, as we watched the television show Friends in our air conditioned room. We bickered and fought, and I was about...
iampostscript: Dear Cupcaking, I hate it when I find myself cupcaking about someone. If you do not know what cupcaking is, allow me to explain. Cupcaking is the act or phase in which someone is in a deep infatuation with another individual. This often times lead to a massive amount of flirtation between the two individuals. And so, I feel like at times it is somewhat hazardous to be put into...
he passed me by with that raw look in his eye he slipped me a kiss and gave me a small gift it was a harmonica box faded and worn fitting easily in his jean pocket inside was a dried white orchid fragile to the touch I thought to myself how in the world did he remember whispering a thank you into his ear I realized then, that he didn’t just give me a old dead flower he gave...
this is for you can you stand that the earth revolves around the sun no this is no silly pun I’ve got miles and miles of complaints thinking your the devil, when you think your holy saints can’t see around you there are mountains rising cities sinking plate tech tonics but all care about is your tonic patron and hennessy but can’t you see, there’s so much...
Those Summer Nah-heights
ihatethesethings: Driving down a deserted street, listening to Stars, rolling down the window, breathing in warm evening air, and contemplating my day. I love summer nights, but I always feel incomplete. I hate that feeling of wanting more. I know this feeling all too well.
me in a waltz flying high above the atmosphere into a universe all our own the only sky is full of stars visible to even the blind eye lead me down a steep hill while I leave all my trust in thee telling me where to step keeping me safe and free lead me towards the sun, where good things come and life is warm lead me into your arms where I feel the world wants me to be shaping...
uh uh from this day forth only forward I pedal get the memo I’m cutting the...– Atmosphere
Request to all CSUN students,
Please don’t come into work today. Save me some trouble, and just be cooperative. Leave me in my stressed undecided state alone for a couple of hours. Full of stress and sorrow, Andrea
Shredding is quite possibly one of my favorite tasks to do at work. There is something so secretive an almost undescribable thrill of not knowing if what you’re getting rid of is important or not. Yet it’s cleansing and freeing. The noise of the machine alive, ready to eat anything. The heat reaching my cheeks. The papers falling into a dark abyss. Paper after paper, I lose count, lose...
iampostscript: Dear Pang-Bahay Smell, You are perhaps one of my biggest pet peeves. Upon entering Filipino households, I find it very unsatisfying for you to be the first thing that I smell. Even for those few seconds, the interior of my nostrils feel as if they are on fire. Why, if I may ask, is such a foul smell produced from food that tastes so delicious? I highly doubt that I will ever...
ihatethesethings: From freshman retreat to college orientations to internship summits, I hate meet-and-greets. I don’t even know if that’s the right word for them. I prefer to call them awkward first encounters with people you’ll probably never see again, but are forced to “bond” with for a day because you’re affiliated with the same group. This is how the standard conversation goes at one of...
after work special →
this actually really relaxed me
Let’s find me a match.
Have you ever been cheering up a friend and said, “You’re such a catch. Someone is going to be so lucky to end up with you”? I know I’ve been guilty of saying these reassuring words, but have you ever heard the words you are actually saying? You’re calling your friend a catch, which infers that they are being thrown or on the move so to speak, yet one can’t be...
Arriving at your gloomy exposure asking you to smile to give me warmth while I tuck my head away you slyly sneak up unaware I’m consumed by your everlasting light I turn and see you are all around me Giddy with your existence I embrace you in every way yet I forget to protect myself your heat too passionate I get lost and dazed before I know it, I’m into deep my skin...
I forgot how sore my heart could feel on summer nights
By the way, Tumblr...
I’m back and I’ve got a lot to say.
is a lot like relationships. It shaky, exciting, and scary at first, but you soon get into the swing of things. Unsure of where to put what, what to do first. But sooner or later, instinct replaces thought. You ride, and you’re free, and for once, only one image is focused, and everything else around you is a blur. Some people even have those three person bicycles. They can be complicated,...
I'm gunna watch this with someone I love. →
I love the Bellagio
For miles while the same image passes again and again and again watching clouds cast shadows amongst the mountains and the road approaches smaller than bigger than i realize I’m alone with my thoughts for once in a long time and that i could sky gaze for days
Note to self:
Don’t get discouraged when you come home from Vegas and see your tumbilarity is at 0. Sayonara suckaaaaaaaas
this is for the good guys →
I saw this guy perform this like a thousands times, but I enjoy it on my off days.
night time prayer
in the silence of the night let’s trade places I’ll be sound asleep and you listen to what the rain says space says nothing, when the wind can’t stop howling sunlight towering no cowering from the mountains stationary with glee round and round this cycle goes while I pay the fee I can’t fall asleep will you take this hinderance away from me
dreaming has been something i want not these nightmares that haunt me while i wait for peace to catch up with me for me to see the lights of sunshine yet i find myself, somewhere else stranded hanging on a power line lonely lately always out of my element stuck in the forest with no tent bleeding with no consent to stop until, eyes run dry and everyone in my family dies gasping for...
As I gather my thougths at the city limits watching people prohibit me in even the places I want to see driving towards the sun on the LA 101 while my mind switches around and reverse No straight way to look no street I can cross while I look at my rosary and my faith is at a loss I’ve got no particular place to go all I know is that I’m lost.
Every time I go to Disneyland, I wonder if it’s worth it. The aching of...– A woman in line for Splash Mountain.
iampostscript: Mare - Black Eyed Peas This song...
iampostscript: Dear Fellow Tumblrs, Do you have Poison? If you are not familiar with the term, allow me to explain. A Poison is someone, either a former lover or close admirer, who has the capability of basically letting your guard down in terms of love. They are that type of person who can always creep back into your life when you least expect it or when you are most vulnerable. This person...
To eager am I to get this started ready to run, with untied shoes hoping my thoughts don’t get the best of me when they have a tendency to I can’t push, and can’t rush can look, but don’t touch I’ll get hurt, but I want to feel yet I can’t, until I heal just make me wait, don’t hurry up i’m scared too let’s just have our fun. No...
Words to eyes, eyes to mind, mind to action
My friend brought these to Loyola High School to enlighten, educate, eradicate the problems that face this prestigious school My letter (I brought 20 copies to school and gave them all out) Today at 4:26pm The smallest most insignificant act that passes your day may go unnoticed. Watching a old man walking home from work, a young man getting bullied in the corridors of our most profound...
Like the Mona Lisa
ihatethesethings: You know how people always say that the Mona Lisa is this fantastic work of art? Shaved eyebrows, uneven background, etc. etc. et al. Art critics muse about about that smile, full of secrecy, full of unanswerable questions. She’s a mystery. I hate bloggers. No one cares about their mundane lives. The people they meet, the ideas they have, the opinions they spurt. Time will...
Me: I dunno, I have a theory about love. There is true love and an opposite false love. They have false love, and it's extremely easy to see. She doesn't really love him and he really doesn't love her. They're both using each other and you know it.
Keena: Well my theory... They look alike, so she's with him because she's narcissistic and likes to look at herself.