And there was hope in me, that I could take you there. But dammit you're so young. But I don't think I care. And if I hurt you then I'm sorry. Please don't think that this was easy.
Wednesday, March 25, 2015
Thursday, December 1, 2011
Tuesday, November 29, 2011
Last Year

Last year when the little things like driving through campus with the windows down made us feel like we owned the world. Last year when we'd walk through the cafeteria at lunch time just to say hello to all of our favorite people and make sure everyone knew we were the popular ones. Last year when we'd be the only girls at the school wearing dresses and bows in our hair on cold, snowy days. Last year when we'd make excuses to go into the gym just to watch the boys practice. Last year when little things like hugs from Heidi and good grades from Professor Mitchell were things to smile about. Last year when we had time to play hide and seek from Andrew in the middle of a school day just because we wanted to mess with him. Last year when Michael sat bitch in back of my car and Liz and Janelle wore sweat pants like normal as we drove to ihop for my birthday dinner.
Sunday, November 27, 2011
Shake it off (Florence and The Machine)

And I've been a fool and I've been blind
I can never leave the past behind
I can see no way, I can see no way
I'm always dragging that horse around
And it's hard to dance with a devil on your back
So shake him off, oh woah
I am done with my graceless heart
So tonight I'm gonna cut it out and then restart
Cause I like to keep my issues strong
It's always darkest before the dawn
And given half the chance would I take any of it back
It's a fine romance but it's left me so empty
It's always darkest before the dawn
Thursday, October 20, 2011
YOU.
All I want to do is look at you
By Natalie Bendinelli
At the break of dawn I wake up.
My body is still and warm.
I peek through the curtain of my window and see the mountain range,
Bright and encompassed in pink morning light.
My heart cannot believe it’s beauty, but I think to myself
That all I want to do is look at you.
In the mid-morning breeze I walk briskly
Starting a new day.
I look up into the endless sky and see a blue bird.
Flying creative circles in the clouds: free and playful.
My heart cannot believe it’s beauty, but I think to myself
That all I want to do is look at you.
In the late afternoon my eye catches a tiny flower,
Growing alone amongst the grass,
Bright pink, white and yellow,
The colors shock my senses.
My heart cannot believe it’s beauty, but I think to myself,
That all I want to do is look at you.
The day has come and gone.
My house is dark and quiet.
I think a pretty thought, of a pretty dream to come.
With mountains, bluebirds, and flowers.
My heart cannot believe life’s beauty, but I think to myself,
Before I drift asleep,
That all I want to do is look at you.
You, lighter than the morning mountains.
You, freer than the flying bluebird.
You, more colorful than the flower.
All I want to do is look at you.
By Natalie Bendinelli
At the break of dawn I wake up.
My body is still and warm.
I peek through the curtain of my window and see the mountain range,
Bright and encompassed in pink morning light.
My heart cannot believe it’s beauty, but I think to myself
That all I want to do is look at you.
In the mid-morning breeze I walk briskly
Starting a new day.
I look up into the endless sky and see a blue bird.
Flying creative circles in the clouds: free and playful.
My heart cannot believe it’s beauty, but I think to myself
That all I want to do is look at you.
In the late afternoon my eye catches a tiny flower,
Growing alone amongst the grass,
Bright pink, white and yellow,
The colors shock my senses.
My heart cannot believe it’s beauty, but I think to myself,
That all I want to do is look at you.
The day has come and gone.
My house is dark and quiet.
I think a pretty thought, of a pretty dream to come.
With mountains, bluebirds, and flowers.
My heart cannot believe life’s beauty, but I think to myself,
Before I drift asleep,
That all I want to do is look at you.
You, lighter than the morning mountains.
You, freer than the flying bluebird.
You, more colorful than the flower.
All I want to do is look at you.
Sunday, October 2, 2011
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