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teen scene dream queens

Wed, 19 Aug 2009 16:49:31 GMT

GIRLY GIRL MOMENT

Mon, 20 Jul 2009 23:11:31 GMT

i don't think i've ever really had a reason to just outright declare what my favorite flowers are, but just for the record, here's my top 5. so pretty :)

1. white peonies:

2. salmon/ orange ranunculus (tecolote):

3. bright red poppies:

4. paperwhite narcissus

5. tulips!

FIN.

Sunday, July 12, 2009

Sun, 12 Jul 2009 22:04:56 GMT

i just remembered this poem by henry wadsworth longfellow that my mom used to recite to me all the time. partly because i really did have the curl on my forehead, and partly because when i'm good, i'm good.

"there was a little girl
who had a little curl,
right in the middle of her forehead.
when she was good,
she was very good indeed,
but when she was bad she was horrid."

what?

Sat, 04 Jul 2009 21:28:00 GMT

"is there a ghost?"- band of horses
"do i move you?"- nina simone
"why should the fire die?"- nickel creek
"have you got it in you?"- imogen heap
"how's the world treating you?"- alison krauss & james taylor
"for what reason?"- death cab for cutie
"do you realize?"- the flaming lips
"i know you are but what am i?"- mogwai
"why do you let me stay here?"- she & him
"the lightning strike (what if this storm ends?)"- snow patrol

mid-summer night's dream

Sat, 04 Jul 2009 21:17:28 GMT

songs for a sticky july night:
"summer sun"- koop
"gold in the air of summer"- kings of convenience
"summer samba (so nice)"- astrud gilberto
"summer bird diamond"- seabear
"stolen"- dashboard confessional ("dusk & summer" album)
"summer again"- the afters
"dream song"- scott matthews
"sundress"- ben kweller
"speak low" (bent remix)- billie holiday
"la mer"- charles trenet
"sunset soon forgotten"- iron & wine

behold! the scanner works again!

Wed, 24 Jun 2009 00:30:41 GMT

it's very fickle. anyway, i uploaded a ton of stuff i've had for a while and some newer stuff all to my flickr.
all 3.5 of you who read these pointless posts should go and look at my doodles!
kthx.

>> flickr.com/theatlanticlove

quote of the day

Mon, 22 Jun 2009 05:39:42 GMT

"oh you don't remember that you got amnesia!? well... yeah, we're together. just in case you also forgot: my rings are a size 8 and my shoes are a size 9. both are ways i could forgive you for forgetting our relationship."

oh, i do love a good fictional payback.

Sun, 21 Jun 2009 19:57:02 GMT

He was the only boy she’d ever lusted after so badly. Years of passive emotional abuse were summed up into dead-end compliments, “we should hang out sometime” and not much more. These teasing statements only increased her heartbreaking infatuation, and further defined the very nature of a crush. She finally decided after their last awkwardly misleading outing, that she would soon repay him for all the kindness he had bestowed on her adolescent heart. It took some maneuvering and manipulation, but eventually she had herself a plan. She made herself appear uncharacteristically easy, so as to bait the very hook on which he would soon snag his fragile ego. After a short evening of “you look really good”, shallow banter and a few glasses of red wine, she was led back to his unkempt bedroom, once a completely unreachable fantasy, now not much more than four walls.

Things progressed as they usually did until unlike times before, they were now giggling in only undergarments. Breathless and stuck to one another, he had a look of smug accomplishment on his face that he was ineffectively hiding. His fingers traced up her curved back and inched towards the closure of her favorite bra. She closed her eyes and waited, giving him a silent signal that he was allowed to proceed. But then, without opening her eyes, she held his hand still behind her back and slowly leaned over his chest to reach his right ear. Her hot breath made goosebumps appear on the skin of his neck as she mouthed into it: “tell me you want me.” Across his face crawled a look half-way between annoyance and satisfaction. Deliberately this time, she repeated: “tell me. you want me.” He broke down, if only for the sake of time and lust and softly admitted, in between kisses to her collarbone: “I (kiss) want (kiss) you.”

Finally! Those three words whose thrilling importance was often overshadowed by a different significant three words, all shoved into a sentence meant for her. She had longed for this moment through many a lonely Saturday night and often through dreams in which someone kinder should have been cast, but where only his shadowed face appeared. She pushed herself back up off his chest in a most provocative manner, gave him the best seductive face she could manage without giving away her next move, and leaned back down to his neck where she quietly whispered the sentence she had spitefully rehearsed for days: “you. can’t. have. me.”

With that utterance, she promptly sat up, threw back on the clothes she had worn in, stepped over piles of dirty career shirts and closed the door behind her without anything so much as an over-the-shoulder glance at his undoubtedly shocked and confused expression. As she strapped on her seat belt and shifted into reverse, she eyed the rear-view mirror and silently added: you were right, I do look good.

my favorite heartthrobs!

Fri, 19 Jun 2009 03:39:59 GMT

top 6, because top 5 is too... because i couldn't pick.

1. jeff dye (comedian/ boy of my dreams)

2. michael buble (musician/ entertainer)

3. chris pine (actor/ hunk of burning love)

4. jeffrey donovan (tv spy/ he can keep me hostage anytime)

5. sufjan stevens (musician/ genius)

6. josh duhamel (actor/ model citizen)

be still my heart.

*subject to change upon my every whim.

Saturday, June 06, 2009

Sat, 06 Jun 2009 03:14:37 GMT

i need someone to miss me while i'm on vacation.