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  1. is it too late to join? ima gonna join when/if i have time
  2. dandelions

    there is beauty in all things in all the stages of their lives we are growing out our wings reaching up, we learn to fly. this is a little poem i thought up while walking home from school with a hot drink. its about dandelions going to seed but maybe something else??? i don't know, but hopefully i'll find a good place for this little rhyme. a song, maybe?? a bigger poem?? im not so sure about line 2 because it doesn't really rhyme with line 4, but i like the way it reads. i know there's not much to critique, but leave somet if you have any
  3. if you were here

    if you were here, we'd skate board to the coffee shop and laugh and talk and hold hands. we would listen to music and i would take you on an insider's tour of woods hole. i would show you all the places to trespass for picnics, show you all the secret beaches, take you to concerts. you would lend me your sweatshirt when i got cold and we'd curl up on you couch and watch monty python, like we did in june, when we were almost, kind of holding hands, but then your sister walked into the room. you don't know how much i miss you. you don't know that i check my email every day at study hall, just hoping you'd have emailed after a week of not saying anything. the thing is, you are here. being at different schools doesn't mean we can't ever see each other, and a relationship doesn't work out if the people in it don't talk. i just want to say, i still love you, and i think you still love me, but i find myself thinking, 'if she were here . . ' and then remembering that you could be.
  4. T O P 40

    love this!! beautiful imagery! it just is so . . . wow
  5. Gender

    my gender is a language i'm not fluent in, all i know are words, and a few phrases, enough to know that there's still a lot to learn. there are days when all i want are soft curves and to grow out my pixie cut to something like baby bangs and shoulder-length waves. my gender is a language no one else can speak. there are days when i wish for angles, sharp edges, slim pants that don't hug my legs, but not my curves, a more defined jawline. my gender is a language that i cannot learn from a textbook. it is all fluctuating, constantly changing, girl, boy, human. my gender is a language that cannot translate to or from any other. maybe someday i'll be able to speak it. maybe. for now, i'll stand tall, shoulders back, eyes set ahead, and i'll tell myself that i am human, and that is enough
  6. Kindest love (PLEASE READ AND SAY SOMETHING!)

    quennie said all the things I was thinking (and more) so I'll just tell ya that you did NOT screw up after the organ part and it is BEAUTIFUL so go & win !! if you do, tell us, because we're anxious to know!!
  7. inspiration

    I'm just curious where people on this site draw inspiration from for their writing, and just other things that people are inspired by. For art, I'm inspired by Noelle Stevenson who is SO COOL, and Frida Kahlo. For music, there are so many people, but at the top, I'd put Carla Kihlstedt, Aurora Asknes, and most grunge bands from the 90s. And everyday life- just everything I experience is worth appreciating- the ocean, the lady driving down the street with a baby llama looking out of the passenger seat window, my seaside town almost empty in the winter, winter in general. Seriously though, check out Carla Kihlstedt's music out. the melodies are crazy- experimental and WaCkY, but the lyrics are so gorgeous. Lookin' forward to seeing what you all are inspired by.
  8. and then she smiled

    i just can't write
  9. and then she smiled

    yo sorry this sucks it's just like a badly written journal and . . UGH! i hate it but whatever
  10. I'm sitting on the beach with her, and it's late September, and the sun's setting over the horizon and the only word to describe this moment is perfect. the sound of our other friends' chatter is mingled with seagull cries and the sound the shore makes when a retreating wave pulls gravel along with it and the ocean is whispering "shhhhhh". her eyes look like she's thinking something over. something that's a little sad, or confusing. "what's up?" i ask. she pauses and then replies "remember how (insert name) was crying when she got here?" "yeah." "it's just . . .i feel like . . .maybe it's my fault?" i take her and and say "look at me. all we can do is help her through this, because that's what she needs. and it's not your fault. really really." she sighs and looks into the distance. her arms are around me now and i lean into her chest. I'm wearing the sweatshirt she gave me when i was cold earlier, and i never want to leave this place. right here in her arms, the sun setting, her head against mine. and i whisper in her ear, "i love you". and the waves are crashing and the sky is turning pink, and she's pulling me in closer, and then, she smiles. dedicated to S. , because i love you and i . . .uh . . love you???
  11. I'm sitting on the beach with her, and it's late September, and the sun's setting over the horizon and the only word to describe this moment is perfect. the sound of our other friends' chatter is mingled with seagull cries and the sound the shore makes when a retreating wave pulls gravel along with it and the ocean is whispering "shhhhhh". her eyes look like she's thinking something over. something that's a little sad, or confusing. "what's up?" i ask. she pauses and then replies "remember how (insert name) was crying when she got here?" "yeah." "it's just . . .i feel like . . .maybe it's my fault?" i take her and and say "look at me. all we can do is help her through this, because that's what she needs. and it's not your fault. really really." she sighs and looks into the distance. her arms are around me now and i lean into her chest. I'm wearing the sweatshirt she gave me when i was cold earlier, and i never want to leave this place. right here in her arms, the sun setting, her head against mine. and i whisper in her ear, "i love you". and the waves are crashing and the sky is turning pink, and she's pulling me in closer, and then, she smiles. dedicated to S. , because i love you and i . . .uh . . love you???
  12. I'm sitting on the beach with her, and it's late September, and the sun's setting over the horizon and the only word to describe this moment is perfect. the sound of our other friends' chatter is mingled with seagull cries and the sound the shore makes when a retreating wave pulls gravel along with it and the ocean is whispering "shhhhhh". her eyes look like she's thinking something over. something that's a little sad, or confusing. "what's up?" i ask. she pauses and then replies "remember how (insert name) was crying when she got here?" "yeah." "it's just . . .i feel like . . .maybe it's my fault?" i take her and and say "look at me. all we can do is help her through this, because that's what she needs. and it's not your fault. really really." she sighs and looks into the distance. her arms are around me now and i lean into her chest. I'm wearing the sweatshirt she gave me when i was cold earlier, and i never want to leave this place. right here in her arms, the sun setting, her head against mine. and i whisper in her ear, "i love you". and the waves are crashing and the sky is turning pink, and she's pulling me in closer, and then, she smiles. dedicated to S. , because i love you and i . . .uh . . love you???
  13. Untitled(anxiety)

    thanks i wrote it super quick after i got 4 hours of sleep and didn't edit or even proofread it before posting so . . . glad y'all like it
  14. medusa

    love this! so cute and really well written
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