March 2012
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February 2012
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Every morning I wake up at 6am and leave by 6:55 for school. I go through 6 periods and a lunch break at school. Stuff’s hard. Then I go to multiple practices for poly, JCKC, and swing everyday of the week and sometimes there’s more than one practice a day. I come home around 4pm, tired and hungry. I eat and prepare for badminton practice and try squeezing in a short 20 minute nap...
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Darn it, dad 3
Me: *draws on mustache and unibrow*
Me: Dad are you proud of me now?
Dad:
Me:
Dad:
Me:
Dad: lol i'm taking you to target now.
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Stargazing
Walking through the forest near sunset probably wasn’t the best idea, but oh well, screw it. I needed to let some things settle down. The sky was dimming, the stars were beginning to appear, and the light clouds settled in their herds. I was below, hanging with the tall trees and the nocturnal life that scurried around like a mediocre New York City.
I walked casually through the oaks,...
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Leaving
It hadn’t hit her until the night before the flight. Her grandma was actually going to leave her and move all the way across the globe. All this realization had been brought down on her and she had froze in her nightly activities of facial care. The woman who had cooked for her, who had forced her to go to church, who had taken care of her since she was a baby, was about to leave her.
No.
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Silent Promise
“Shh!” he says, tracing his fingers on her delicate skin. Goose bumps raise at his very touch. He wraps his fingers around her tiny hands and a silent promise is made.
She closes her eyes and nods, tilting her head slightly downwards. He laughs his laugh that she loves so much. With his finger, he brings her head upward and smiles at her wide eyes. He, being the more vertical of the...
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50/50
You figured your options were 50/50 since the answers you could get were “Yes” or “No”. Then you re-evaluate the situation. Has she ever shown interest in you? No? It’s a 45/55 chance. Have you ever dropped hints? Maybe like, once… 40/60. Has she ever responded? Well… 30/70. Your palms begin to sweat as you re-assess everything with these new questions...
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Watchfaggotronangie:
sum-dolor:
emmafatty:
glamydia:
a stretch we learned at church camp (◕‿◕✿)
guys please this is very important to watch please accept jesus christ as your lord and sAVIOR
omg yes i remember this
This is great.
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A Bath
Yet another boring Saturday night spent at home. I call your phone a number of times, only to reach your voicemail. Before giving up, I decide to call once more. Twelfth times the charm, right? After two rings, you finally pick up.
“Hello?”
I jump up from the bed, excited to hear your voice. “Hey!” I say to you, a smile widening on my face.
“I’ll be home late...
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The harsh winter is starting to let up. The snowy days and the icy breaths are lessening and the rain is turning into a light sprinkle. Snow reduced to frost, crunchy leaves are blown away, and the sun was starting to wake from its hibernation. Sweaters were turning into cardigans. Boots, back to sneakers and flats. Scarves turned to necklaces. Hot chocolate turned into iced tea.
The time when...
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You're like a book
You have a very interesting cover.
But once I pick it up and read it, I realize that it’s garbage.
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You can't just walk in and out of my life as you...
Don’t you have any consideration at all? Ever considered how I’d feel once you talked to me and told me all this bs again? And don’t even try to act like nothing happened because you and I both know what went on in the past. Think it’s that easy? Think again.
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Valentine's Day Poem!
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Be my Valentine
Or I’ll fucking stab you
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Saturday Mornings
It’s another noisy Saturday in the middle of San Francisco. I’m still laying in bed, wearing your white dress shirt and boxers. Our bed is a simple white surrounded by a blue room with a bookcase and chair sitting near the window. I sigh as I open my eyes to the sun. You had opened the curtains again, letting the sun flow in as natural light. I sat up just in time to see you walk in...
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Day 1 — Your Best Friend
faggotronangie:
I have no best friend.
LOLOLOL
Nah on the real. Lemme tell you about this one nigga named Amariah Jaylene Tadena. Ride or die niggaz 5 ever. Swear, she is the one and only person that I could tell ANYTHING and EVERYTHING to. But like, I have her back at all times. Arguments only last a few days and we’re back to good ol’ buddies. That’s real friendship right there. I’ve been...
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Damn it, dad 2
Me: *draws mustache on self*
Me: Alright dad, time to take me to Angie's house.
Dad: Alright.
*gets to gas station*
Me: ???
Dad: Here's some money. Go inside and pay for gas.
Me: *still having mustache on*
Me: I hate you.
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Damn it, dad
Me: *walks into the kitchen*
Dad: What do you want?
Me: Bacon?
Dad: Ramen it is!
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I remember when you got mad because I supposedly “stole” your bestfriend. You should remember to tell her that you love her and treat her like a human being instead of having this sick, parasitic relationship with her. You treated her like dirt. It’s no wonder why she chose to come to me and tell me about her feelings instead of you. You’re always bringing her down if she...
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Love me high, love me low Love me fast, love me slow Love me in blue, love me in black Love when you’re happy, love when you’re mad
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A Lonely Dream
A colorful array of lights shine her way as she steps into this deep abyss. She finds herself wandering deeper and deeper into this hole in which she cannot get out. Beauty and horror so surreal begins to embrace her as she contemplates whether to embrace it back. There is a long, deathly long silence. It mocks her as she steps down further and deeper. Looking up, she cannot see the entrance in...
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Leaving First
So we sat in silence, taking in all of what I had just confessed to you. You turn around and look at me for the first time in fifteen minutes. It seems as though you finally found the words to say.
“Are you okay?”
Really? Was that all? I should’ve expected this. You never did know what to say, especially in situations like this. I pull my hood up and shove my hands in my...
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One-way Street
I told you not to go. You went anyways, disregarding everything I warned you about. Eventually, I got tired of warning you and stayed silent, watching you. You kept going and going down this one-way street even though I clearly wanted us to take another road so we could turn back. But no. You went down this damn one-way street and now that you’ve seen the place you’ve destined for us...
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Distraction
I’ve been scurrying around here and there, burying myself in my studies at school, taking up my time in clubs and then going to badminton practices late night at the gym. So by the time I get home, I’m too tired to worry or think. Whenever I want to think about it, I automatically ask for a distraction by talking to others. I feel comforted when I’m talking to other people...
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I’ve lost my self-worth a long, long time ago.
And I don’t know how to get it back.
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I feel like I fuck up way too much.
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He cares
She called him, crying over the phone. He stayed silent on the other end, not knowing what to say. She was desperate for someone to talk to, to vent to, to cry to. She was hurt and he didn’t know what else to do except listen to her sniffling cries and muffled words. Listening to her rant was like trying to read a blurred out text, almost impossible to comprehend. But one sentence came out...
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Texting my mom
Me: So when are you coming?
Mom: s00n
Me: Okay, I'll be waiting.
Mom: We b da coming
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Before I stop to think, I write. I write and I write and I can’t stop. My fingers twitch with the urge to write. The pen glides so smoothly on the paper, it feels like I’m writing on air. I keep writing and writing. All the pain spelled out in ink on a piece of college-ruled note book paper. I can’t stop anymore. Everything pours out. I go through several sheets and still, I...
