being home makes me remember old times. yes, that is the Harlem Shakes.

nothing, no one

I can't help but like, or even create lonely sounding poetry. I always think it comes out the prettiest.


I woke up missing you
My heart drips its love song into my tea
It dissolves into flat notes and a lonely melody.
Then turns into nothing, nothing today

I fell asleep missing you
My head spins its thoughts into my dreams
They evaporate and precipitate into dark days
Then leave me with nothing, nothing always.

words are treasures that are found in your head.

I know what you like best

Yes I get the feeling that
You're tired of all my moody ways
I'm tired of living moody days
Yes

One more breath and I will become
A river that is deep and still
I'd wait here all night until
You said yes

(Washed out fears)
(With midnight tears)
(There's washed out fears) A little sleep will brush away
(With midnight tears) The fingerprints I found today
(There's washed out fears) And I'm not going far away
(With midnight tears) In just eight weeks I'll solve the case

And I'll be in your car and driving
Straight through a red light
While you're running through my mind
Arrest me and say yes

Will you hang the trophy in the cabinet
You are yet to build?
You withstood the stormy nights so well

Is this a dream?
Yes it is
Is this a dream?
Yes it is

Yes-New Buffalo

it makes any moment lovely.

and...

I found this and thought it was beautiful. Please, it's not creepy at all. I love the boy that wrote this very much. It's a secret who it is. Not telling.


oh, and this is my before shot of things that are happening later this week.

yeah

why yes.

I did watch this. I loved every second. beautiful. I really want to go somewhere where I can wear my makeup like Julianne Moore.

Lost mail

things lost in the mail are very bad.
I suppose it's better than memories lost in my head.

But really. where the eff is my effing birthday card? I would like to have it. My grandparent's written words really have a way of cheering me up. No matter what my mood. If I'm happy, they just make me happier. If I'm sad, they provide comic relief. If I'm mad, they make me think, "You have grandparents! Act like a lady!" Really..I want my card. Not to mention, I am planning on getting my hair done next week. The money would help.

Last card:


Translation:

Dear Nikky,

Beautiful day here today. Temperature will be close to ninety degrees.
Send you a band-aid for emergency, so take care of yourself. Study hard (?)
How do you study hard? Are your books heavy? Study hard! -Don't waste time.
That's how we love you.

Little Grandma & me Gappy!

haha :) And I've called my grandpa Goppy since I was a baby. I don't know why he has started calling himself Gappy. And yes, they really sent me a band-aid. It says, "for emergency use only"

yum yum

eating chocolate is totally worth it if it looks like this:





I would love to eat any one of these. So you know, if you want to order some, please keep me in mind.