tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14411801770541601802024-10-02T00:20:25.382-07:00The quiet ramblings of a loud soul. Struggling to find ME and my purpose in this huge world. I'm an aspiring writer as well, so the feedback from my readers is needed.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger18125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1441180177054160180.post-777923801094969312011-02-15T10:15:00.000-08:002011-02-15T10:15:59.350-08:00

The friend lovers. That game we play after the relationship is over and we pick up the pieces of our hearts. We tell ourselves that we can do this... We can maintain a platonic relationship with the person that was once our worlds. The person that knows us better than we know ourselves sometimes. The person who was once inside of our hearts in more ways than a friend could ever be.  But in

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So, here we are. After this roller coaster ride of back and forth, we're at this weird place where we go our separate ways. The fire is still there. Or, so I think. But we cant be. We cant make this work no matter what the other person does. Best to leave it where it is and return to our respective partners before one of ends up really fucked in the head. I've moved on. I think, anyways. And

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So, I've been reading "The 48 Laws of Power" and one of the laws touch on saying less than necessary. I must admit, I've broken this law many times. I've spoke how I felt, broke my "poker face", etc. all for temporary satisfaction. I wanted the other person to know how I felt, maybe even FEEL an ounce of what I felt. But that's where the problems begin. They know too much. You've let this other

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You have to know when to hold 'em, fold 'em, and when to walk [run] away.... I'm living this. Sometimes we hold onto things and/or people because we know in our minds how amazing things could be if it manifested. The easy laughs, intense passion, the understanding, the body language... it all points to how amazing this could be.. how easy this relationship would be... how everyday

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        I’m not sure why I feel like I’m always doing the most in my relationships. Maybe it’s in how I was raised or simply my personality but I always tend to give so much of myself. I’m fighting for US and pushing for the relationship but I get left with the feeling that the action isn’t being reciprocated. It’s terrible, but I go these head-trips about whether or not,

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Okay. Please don’t kill me guys. I know I was supposed to be back since Wednesday but between getting back from New York with a terrible cold, working unexpectedly two days in a row and then running off to North Carolina spur of the moment; it’s safe to say that I’ve done the most and neglected my dear blog.Anyway though… the subject that is at the forefront of my mind is this… Have you ever been

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I don’t think I’ve ever realized, until now, how deeply I loved. I don’t mean just in relationships, but I’m talking about just about everything I get involved in. I have a tendency to fall deep for things. Like say, my friendships, my family, my love of pink, shoes, make-up, and Beyonce… yeah. I’m so serious. The people I associate myself with, I truly want the best for them. I want to

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…The end of the year. As it rapidly approaches, I start to reflect more and more on the past year. It was filled with its ups and downs, triumphs and failures. I learned some hard life lessons and I lost some people while I gained others. I’m young, (hence the site name) so as I get older and learn these hard life lessons, and become more of an “adult”, I anticipate the new year and what it will

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Friends. How many of us have them? Not just associates we hang around for the sake of not being alone, but actual friends that we depend on. Look at the girls or guys that you surround yourself with. Can you count on these people to be there when it all falls down? Do you honestly believe that you can trust these people with your innermost thoughts, feelings and insecurities?    &

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I'm still working on how to post the next excerpt from my novel. I know everyone that has read is interested in learning more about the girls. However, I need to interject with a different sort of post. As always, leave me comments. :)             Walking around in a pair of sparkly six inch platform heels, pajama shorts and pigtails (very Carrie

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You ever wonder what it all really means? This drama you go through. The ups, downs, triumphs and failures. You ever wonder what purpose these things serve as? I do. Constantly. I wonder if I’ll ever reach my dreams. If I‘ll ever succeed or meet everyone’s expectations of me. If I’ll ever get that husband and 2.5 kids. I have dreams. To write for a major publication. Own a condo and have one

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Love is a battlefield and it’s not easy and it’s worth fighting for but exactly how much are you willing to take to have the love of another? How much disrespect, sore throats from screaming and heartache is too much? I’m still trying to find this balance of just enough. I don’t give up or walk away easily at all, but at the same time, some shit isn’t even worth it. And you’ll know when

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          I’m listening to love songs again.             I don’t know why, they make me really sad. But they’re so beautiful. They make me believe in the possibility of finding a guy that will drive me to write beautiful things. Spill my heart on the paper. Not just scribble these over emotional and dark thoughts on a piece of

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Staring in your eyes, I get stuck. To see a future, possibly an us? To get to that, I must. Scared to say too much, don't want to scare you away. I just wan't you to stay. Near me, feel me, be there with me. Let's walk this Earth's journey together, hand in hand. Baby, we have GOT to make a plan. I'm not a kid anymore and you've got to work with me. Give me something to build on and make me

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Life... is beautiful. Let the future generations cleanse it of all evil, violence and oppression, and enjoy it to the full.

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She stood before me, trying to wake me so I could get my day started. She threatened me with ice cubes, so I obliged. When I opened my eye's, that's when I got a good look at her. Her hips, thick from years of her own good cooking, her long hair in waves, and her eyeglasses that corrected the vision of the most beautiful hazel eyes I have ever seen. Eyes that held pureness of heart in them, eyes

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I couldn't sleep last night and the words just came...its not a poem, i don't think. It doesn't have any sort of rhythm but it was my thoughts just spilling out on the paper... Lies you told in the heat of the moment. Plans we made during pillow talk. Were you blinded by the passion, the haze of the lust we held for one another? I took these words seriously. Carried

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I need a man that would fiercely protect me and my heart, care about this relationship as much or more than I do, carry  my heart in his hands like it was his own, take me out without my urging, meet my parents and spend holidays as a couple, build a future with me, text/call me without me having to do it first, tells me he loves me randomly, buy me flowers, have long talks about the future

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