WHERE CAN I GET THIS
(via stuckupteen)
My mind, though quite random in process, requires structure. Something solid and tangible; something I can roll in my hands and call my own. Here is where I try to make that happen. If you get nothing else from this blog, hear this: ALWAYS BE POSITIVE!
• This is me in words
Structure in Silence
• This is me in words
Structure in Silence
Crusader
With your pomp and slow wit,
bandying your feathered hat in the air
swishing and swooshing your thin, dull sword
Oh, crusader
your very height alone can strike fear
into the bosom of young children—
and the dumb
Though your brightness doth not eclipse
such individuals, it rivals them in a serious sense
Making those swifter giggle in your presence
or shake their head in apparent sympathy.
You’re God’s hammer,
preacher of the truth and the Holy,
the bearer of light
And so you go on,
bandying about your feathered hat
your blue velvet cape slung over your
thick shoulder
Passing on your wisdom, and giving us hope
and laughs.
Oh Crusader.
I think I knew in my heart it was over when I started thinking about someone else during sex and it actually got me off.
Now I refuse to even have sex with him. I don’t want that…AT ALL.
I’m so sad it has come to this point, but it’s about time I let go of my first love and the three years of drama associated with him. It was good…a year and a half ago.
The boy I am / was madly and very secretly in love with left last night. And I might never see him again. Though that is up in the air, it bothers me and makes me extremely sad.
Such a culmination of various countries, isn’t that what so many Americans are? I know I’m no exception. How does that affect so many people’s identities, I tend to wonder. Would it be more simple if I was utterly Indian, or perhaps purely Swedish?
But alas, I’m not. I have ancestors from every corner of Italy, from the very North, to the heel of the boot, to Sicily. I am German on both sides of my family, Irish, Scottish, English, and Native American. How they’ve combined in such a strange way.
5’7 1/2”, big feet and long, thin fingered hands, pale white flesh (that tans, not burns), luscious waves cascading down my back shimmering with brown and blonde hues. Big lips, a small Irish chin, hazel eyes. Small breasts, wide hips and thick thighs.
I am such a strange combination of nations.
