blue ticket

https://youtu.be/yqMWS-wbuss

I can change the world with these hands of mine

heart

some love gifs n pics to think about

is it hi or hey?

i'm a vegetarian
i'm liberal
i'm a feminist
i'm a business owner
i'm a daughter
i'm a sister
i'm a laurel
i'm a student
i'm real
i'm loud
i dance a lot
i sing a lot
i'm currently a mermaid
i sometimes wish vampires were real
i'm a pianist
i'm a ukulele-ist
i'm a composer
i'm a coverer
i'm the daughter of an author
i'm the sister of a poet
i love natural light
i don't like the dark
i have subpar eyesight
i love music
i love coldplay
i'm a theatre geek
i'm a big sister
i'm a directioner (not a carrot though :P)
i'm very pale
i'm a little sister
i only get sunburned; never tanned
i'm a natural blonde
i'm an optimist
i have lots of nicknames
i have several different handwriting's
i love reading
i love harry potter
i love john green
i love twilight, and i don't even care about your response to that
i love full house
i got a 4.0 last term
i was a resident of california not even 6 months ago
i was born in wisconsin
i've been in manhattan on new years eve
i have an array of mental "disabilities"
i make people uncomfortable for sport
i'm the sister of a guitar prodigy
i know all of the words to b.o.b.'s debut album
i'm embarassingly unathletic and uncoordinated
i go to a lot of concerts
i'm really good at finding/meeting celebrities
i listen to a lot of classical piano
i want to be an actress
i want to be a therapist
i want to be an english teacher
i work in fashion, but you'd never guess that from what i wear on a daily basis
i'm a survivor
i'm really close to my parents
i have more teachers that are my friends rather than fellow peers being my friends
i'm opinionated
i'm religious
i love jesse eisenberg
i'm a self-proclaimed comedian
i love babies
i will call people out if they are objectifying someone
i will call people out for being racist, sexist, classist, homophobic, etc.
i'm known for my twitter fights
i'm very sensitive towards others; my heart breaks whenever i see someone who isn't happy
i'm an hypocrite
i've always wanted to play the drums
i love flowers
i love the beach
i love seashells
i'm an aries; pretty obviously aries, in fact
i'm a minor
i'm white
i talk in accents most of the time
i'm a sudoku master
i overuse commas
i'm great at scrabble
i drive exactly the speed limit; sorry
i don't have a drivers license
i've kissed 3 boys, but don't know how many times i've kissed a boy
i'm a germaphobe
i have the same initials as my pen name
i hated the children's book Stella Luna as a child
i love the stars and the moon and the sky
i used to say i'm an open book, but now i can't be
i get really emotional about the most random things
i'm scared of public bathrooms
i won't drive with someone who texts and drives
i am attracted to smart and respectful people
i'm the daughter of a doctor (of history)
i descended from Lord Horatio Nelson through his mistress
i often feel like i'm too happy to be a good artist
i am smart
i am a deep thinker
i hope i never become a tourist
i've probably been to more art museums than you
i like high school



my dad and brother made me cut out the best parts of my video.

bravery runs in my family.

reveal

independent lines regarding the same subject

they say no means no, but what about saying nothing at all?

i'm staying locked up so you don't have to

not saying no doesn't mean i'm saying yes 

i exist despite you

you took everything I had without even asking for permission 

breaker of promises, breaker of hearts / taker of innocence, stolen like art

my no's were locked between my mouth and yours, too scared to come out

nothing stays the same

my dearest readers,

I can't think of anything poetic. that's kinda how I've been this whole semester. this is an apology to all of you; I'm sorry I haven't taken the time to get to know you through your writing and choice of gifs. I'm sorry I haven't commented a lot. I'm sorry I haven't cared about my blog. there are so many ideas in my head, but when it comes to writing them down, I choke. most of my posts are written at 11:30 on Sunday nights because even though I've been brainstorming all week, ive come up with nothing. I haven't been proud of my writing, which I'm also sorry about. I know I could be doing better work, but my mind is so clouded and I can't silence my brain enough to put together sentences. maybe I'm not trying hard enough to put sentences together. I have amazing ideas for poems and then I forget or mess up the verse before I can write it down. I am so forgetful. you see, the blue moon has been crowding my thoughts and it's not letting anything else through. the blue moon should give me inspiration and the emotion to write a good poem. I don't know. I'm just sorry that I didn't try as hard as I could have. and I'm sorry that the moon won't let me move on. 

also I'm writing this on my phone which sometimes makes the font and size different, and I'm not here for that. sorry if your aesthetic experience suffers

wins and losses i.e. opposites

yes there's hot and cold and yes and no and in and out and up and down. yes there is black and white, and darkness and light. but what about me and you and your family too? what about exes and oh's, your house and my home? there's pause and play, straight and gay, slam poems and the poetic crap that rhymes. what about He and him? and he and Him? there's living and dead. there's hungry and fed. there's happy and sad, and ur mom and ur dad. there's love and hate, and I'm on time and you're running late. day and night, the ground and the sky. Gravity and flight, I'm wrong and you're right. but what about me and you? are we considered opposites too?

fear

the rain never wanted to cry in front of the sun. that's why the rain left. the rain left and as soon as it was gone it poured. the rain always loved the sun. the rain loved the sun like its brother. the rain longed for the sun to come save the rain.

to stop the rain from falling.


because the rain was never falling in love.





it was only falling down.

the rain admired the condensation.
the rain admired the sun but the rain never wanted to be kissed by the precipitation.
the rain only wanted to be held in the evaporation.