It's a nice place to visit

I forgot about this tumblr.

Thu, 27 May 2010 14:53:57 -0400

Hello, other tumblr. How have you been? Jeez, what is it with my obsession of referring to inanimate objects as though they were lucid? Is there any point to all of this?

following fuckyeahkissing and reading all these first kiss stories has reminded me of my first really good kiss.

Sun, 25 Apr 2010 16:57:54 -0400

We have just arrived back in town from a pretty poorly put together show in the middle of nowhere. We’re sitting outside my drive way in his car, his dads car, the car. My head is swirling a million miles a minute because at the show he was acting so strange. The past couple of weeks have been pretty strange, actually.

You see, we’ve been friends forever. A solid three years, you know how 13-16 can feel like forever. I have had unrequited love for him since the first day. I’m super awkward, I’m nervous, I have low self esteem, he’s geeky, confidant, and so unimaginably sexy to me I don’t even know how to verbalize it except with a “hrrrrrungmph”. Sixteen year olds can be so eloquent, you know? He’s never been anything but my friend; except the past couple of weeks he’s been kissing me goodbye and we don’t talk about it. Ever.

We’re sitting in the car, we’re talking, letting the gas run out. The CD I made plays in the background, Keane is on. We talk about the girl he likes, the boy I thought was cute, anything really. I tell him I should go in, I unbuckle, turn and face him, and we lean in for the hug. We’ve waited in line for this ride before. I pull away, and we look at each other, and at the time, the way he looks at me is the one thing I want to think about every time I’m scared. At the time, it’s the last image I want going through my mind as I’m getting ready to die some day.

We start to kiss goodbye, again, but this time it’s different. This time I don’t pull away. I have never been more terrified in my life, this is real, this happening. This is the first real kiss I’m getting, and it’s from the boy who’s my best friend, and who I’m coo for coco puffs over. I’m half expecting a director to shout “CUT!” because it cant get anymore perfect than this. This only happens in the movies. Every organ in my body feels like it’s going melt out of my skin, I am liquid inside, I put Alex Mack and her secret world to shame. It is no exaggeration that all I can scream in my mind is “OH MY GOD. OH MY GOD. OH. MY. GOD.”

Then, it’s over. I pull away, and I’m trying to convince my legs that they should walk, not collapse, as I get out of the car. I kiss him one more time, and I’m gone. We’re also gone. The sitcom is ending, we’ve jumped the shark. It’s not going to be the same after this.

I bought them on a school trip to Italy, my junior year of high...

Fri, 23 Apr 2010 13:43:54 -0400

I bought them on a school trip to Italy, my junior year of high school. I paid 40 euros for them, I think? It was the rest of my food money. I barely ate for the last day of the trip, it was worth it to have these bad boys in my collection. They’re rather haggard and unwearable now, but I will never throw them away. I think it’s safe to say I love them more than most people love their children.

Hello sassy new shoes. $4, Salvation Army.

Fri, 23 Apr 2010 13:38:12 -0400

Hello sassy new shoes. $4, Salvation Army.

SHOE SPAM. I wear shoes until they are 110% dead. RIP shoes.

Fri, 23 Apr 2010 13:31:00 -0400

SHOE SPAM.

I wear shoes until they are 110% dead.

RIP shoes.

I bought these earrings to take my mind off the fact that you...

Fri, 23 Apr 2010 13:27:00 -0400

I bought these earrings to take my mind off the fact that you lied about having a girlfriend, and the fact that you were 38, not 33. As I was throwing away the packaging you walked by holding her hand. You looked right at me, and she didn’t even notice or give our eye contact a second thought.

I found this secret in a Post Secret book one day. “Last...

Fri, 23 Apr 2010 13:24:14 -0400

I found this secret in a Post Secret book one day.

“Last night, he told me that I’m not there anymore. He has me now. Today is the first day I’ve really felt free. ESCAPED.”

30lbs

Fri, 23 Apr 2010 12:07:14 -0400

give or take.

Wow, Hannah.

He sat on the bus. He didn’t communicate with anyone, he just sat there. His hair needed a...

Sun, 11 Apr 2010 12:15:19 -0400

He sat on the bus. He didn’t communicate with anyone, he just sat there. His hair needed a wash, his jacket too. His face seemed permanently covered with a minute layer of dirt, age, and a life poorly lived. He was not my type. Mid thirties, but not that attractive kind, his age showed. People are interesting creatures to watch. I watched him walk off the bus, really watched his outfit, watched his face, wondering what it was that drew me to stare, and why he made me so uncomfortable. I caught a glance at his eyes before he left.

They were the kind of eyes that made you feel as if a blanket were wrapped around your heart. He could spew bull shit out his mouth and clean it up, completely unnoticed. They could say “come on, baby, you know you can trust me” and you’d believe it without asking any questions. They could take control of any situation, no matter how many times you told yourself you were the one calling all the shots. They wielded a comforting power over you, a desire to be needed, a hope to cherished.

I saw your face in his eyes. I hated him instantly.

This is one of my favorite paintings in the entire world. My...

Wed, 07 Apr 2010 15:35:00 -0400

This is one of my favorite paintings in the entire world. My mother bought it for me when I was around ten, I think. I feel at one point she even told me that she didn’t even pay five dollars for it. My friends told me it’s in the background of the Switchfoot video for their single “Meant To Live”. I looked. It is.

This blob of mystery substance was found today at Taco Bell upon...

Wed, 07 Apr 2010 15:19:44 -0400

This blob of mystery substance was found today at Taco Bell upon the sauce unit. It looks like nothing from the Taco Bell menu. It looks like everything from the Taco Bell menu.

Nascar Shrine. This gem of a display resides on the wall right...

Sun, 04 Apr 2010 23:48:17 -0400

Nascar Shrine. This gem of a display resides on the wall right outside my bedroom door. I get to look at these illustrious gentlemen every morning, half awake, and haggard. Inspirational.

A closer look will reveal that with the help of the fine crayons...

Sun, 04 Apr 2010 22:55:01 -0400

A closer look will reveal that with the help of the fine crayons Dennys provided me, I was able to help liven up the salad by lightly coloring the lettuce, and the red and green skin around the onion and cucumber. Please also note the tomatoes and how juicey and they look. I also took the time to draw a nice blue border around the dishes. Thank me later Dennys.

This is me. Hello.

Sun, 04 Apr 2010 19:23:29 -0400

This is me. Hello.