My Words
Every word can tell a story, what matters is who speaks it
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Some photos from the last few days.
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The first picture for my 365 Day Photo Challenge.
Its the ending of my tattoo and it means a lot to me. The whole phrase is Hopefully you dream and if you do may they be wonderful and I love it for my own reasons, but the end itself is important separately.
Instead of a period as I initially planned I told the artist to end it with an acorn. This is the norse symbol for life and growth (as I have found) and so it means two things for me. It means this tattoo and those words are going to be with me for life and eternity, in meaning and physically. It also symbolizes to me my connection with Alex, because one of the things we initially started talking about and bonded over was the norse religion.
I’ve since learned that acorns were used to figure out if a couple would stay together, to keep significant others faithful, and were carried to keep away old age as well as other things.
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Photo Challenges.
I’m challenging myself to take at least one photo a day, but hopefully more. I am to take my camera everywhere with me. And at the end of the day I am to post everything here. Hopefully I stick to this.
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(Source: alyssasantos)
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Totally know this kid. He rules!
my bandmate matt with his kitten bleu, pronounced the french way.
(Source: cuteboyswithcats)
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(Source: just-play-dead)
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Break
So I’m going to try and write while I’m home on break. I feel so good being Home.
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Nights alone.
I miss your touch
your kisses
you voice.
I fall back into
missing you
so easily.
But I don’t mind
fore I know you miss me too and
I know that we will do whatever it takes
to be together.
Oh how I love you
but I hate
these nights
where I lay in the cold.
A faulty radiator the only thing
keeping me warm
when it should be your embrase
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Building
Building a life with someone
what I’ve always wanted to do.
Some say I should have
been born in a different time where
wanting to be a housewife with alot of kids and
doing the dishes by hand is normal.
But who cares about normal baby.
We ain’t normal.
You and I are the furthest thing cause
whats normal when you’ve got love spinnin you in circles and
whats normal when I’m gonna be a tattooed housewife and you my metal band boy?
Huh.
Whats normal?
But the only thing now is,
You want to build a family with me?
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New Family
Its been this way for a while
me with you
you with me
spending every moment we can
in eachothers arms and
within each other’s grasp.
I miss just driving around the corner to your house and
spending all day there with you.
I got spoiled this summer
with all of your
kisses and
touches and
words.
I love you so much more
then anything else which exists in this world and
in all honesty you are
my new family.
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I think this is fairly self-explanatory. I really like sharks.
This is epic amazing awesomeness.
(Source: fuckyeahtattoos)
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Week 4… I think
I’m doing better at handwriting something every night. But thats all more personal. The weeks are going by. The week itself always seams to go by fast but the weekends just drag on and on… but this weekend I’m heading home so I’m pretty happy. I might complain about it but I really love home and miss it. I miss alex a whole lot more. I think I’d go mad if I went through more then a few weeks without him coming to visit me. I’m so glad that he’s able to come up every once in a while, sometimes more then once a week actually.
Its still hard though. Because I don’t study much… usually end up not having to… so there’s alot of time available between when I’m done with school stiff and when I’m ready to head to bed. I have nothing to do, atleast usually. Ugh, I’m just not a people person. I dont like doing things with people I’m not 100% comfortable with yet. I don’t know… Just wondering if living on campus is for me.
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First few weeks done
So my first few weeks of college are done. I don’t know what to make of them though. At times I’m having fun and loving it, but most of the time I’m just missing home and wishing that I could be with my family and friends. I miss everyone and just wish I wasn’t here. But I can’t change that now. Hopefully if and when clubs get up and running I’ll have something to do, but until then I’m bored and lonely.
Sometime at the end of the month I’m heading home to get my car (if mom thinks it runs well enough. lol). But then I come to the problem of how am I going to pay for the gas to come home when I want to… Ugh.
Sometimes I wish I had just gone to John Carroll or something. Stayed at home and dealt with everything. Atleast then I could see my friends and not be worried about going crazy. I’d be able to have meals without worrying about not having anyone to sit with cause I would just go home. I miss feeling secure and safe.
I just want to go home… wish I hadn’t come here…
I love it as a place but… I want to be home, and this isn’t just home sickness… this is I just really don’t want to be here…… dont want to be so far away from everything that means something to me…
I just dont know what I’m doing…
The world through my eyes, told by my heart with words and images
