cause you don't see me like i wish you would

i love cold, rainy saturdays when i can stay in bed with my coffee and the only thing i need to do today is wash my sheets & write.

now playing --

this year's love : david gray

let it be (live) : kris allen

be mine (acoustic) : robyn.

eight days til taylor. nine days til it's over. i can't wait to be home though. i miss my mommy so much it's almost unbearable. with the whole being away at college thing, i go through stages of missing individual people most. at first it was my baby sister, just thinking about her would bring me to tears. then it was my bestfriend, and talking to her would make me cry sometimes. now it is my mommy. can't wait til she comes to pick me up.

i can't wait til i get to take Ballet I next year. and french to prepare for studying abroad. i watched a good year again last night, & i am in love.

favorite line from what i am writing so far: "you have beautiful feet, kate." i think it would make my life to hear that, one day. in the far future.

it's been pretty sparse around here lately, but

for future reference,

Ten Rules for Writing Fiction

&

300 Love Letters

open me up and you will see

the sky is gray + dampened but my heart is not.

today i love my sparkly gold nails + my fine-boned wrists.

seems like it's always midnight

things that shouldn't hold the bad memories, but do --

bus rides

the beach

thanksgiving time of year.

sometimes i tell myself, i wish i could dance and i wish my legs could look like that but maybe it's just not in the stars for me for this life. and then i think, that's bullshit, i could do whatever i want if i work hard enough. and that is my motivation to try.