January 2012
something forgotten.
thedustdancestoo:
i whispered something, i forget what.
a curse, a prayer. maybe i love you.
something ordinarliy infinite like that.
something light enough to be taken away
by the wind as soon it left my lips.
December 2011
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Dear Laugh,
You would be perfect if I were a Japanese anime school girl, but I’m not. It’s time for you to grow up. Seriously.
Love,
Rachelle
misunderstood. (a tiny story)
thedustdancestoo:
sure,
the wind was a troublemaker
making messes of dresses, hairdos, and trees.
but really,
he was just yelling earnestly
at the top of his voice:
“notice me, notice me, notice me please!”
.
.
(A TINY STORY FOR HITRECORD.)
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thedustdancestoo:
i remember summer like last week.
not the details really,
just the leftover feelings
hiding from the winter chill
inside pockets and seashells;
the little things that stick with you,
and when stumbled upon,
(after an absence)
make you smile.
like the sensation of sunlight on skin,
the…
Oh closet, you torture me.
Thumbed through my closet attempting to prepare a lovely New Year’s Eve outfit. Then it hit me. Bang! My chamber of clothes doesn’t contain anything glittery, sparkly or covered in sequins. Nor does it have anything in a shimmery gold or silver. Nor does it have anything with a gem-ed detail or shiny buttons! I don’t even own a colorful party dress!
Is my wardrobe really that...
Dear Chocolate,
Every day you mock me with your faux sweetness. The more you’re around, the more I want you. When you’re not around, I think of you rarely. How do I rid my life of you? How? How? How?
Always,
Shelly
