wish you were here

my finger with the chipped teal nail polish traces the palm of my hand. it trails down to my alphabet bedspread, and immediately finds your first initial.
wish you were here.
my hands are cold to the touch as i sit alone in this stadium of my life. the breeze chills me and i immediately think of your jacket.
wish you were here.
the keys of the piano seem unusually untouched and quiet in this empty room. an empty room like this can be so deafening, and i think of those moments when we just looked at each other and knew.
wish you were here.
this cup of tea is strangely left cold sitting on the kitchen table. the heat, warmth and passion is gone, and i'm wishing it were here. you were here.
my finger traces the palm of my hand, a weak immitation of your soul that captured me.
wish you were here.
this loud chatter and over-whelming sense of belonging is in this room tonight as my friends try to talk some sense into me. i love them and their company, but i'm wishing you were here with me. with us.

inherit the wind, my darling.

I am really liking really glammed up shoes. I have TINY feet, so I probably will never find a good pair. I love neutral makeup, but with a bit of shimmer, which is maybe why people think that I'm in grade six, when I am clearly way smarter than them, and I just graduated from grade nine. I can never have enough t-shirts. Enough said.

john is jokes!

"Saying I notice you're a nerd is like saying: 'Hey, I notice that you'd rather be intelligent than be stupid, that you'd rather be thoughtful than be vapid, that you believe that there are things that matter more than the arrest record of Lindsay Lohan. Why is that?'" (John Green, July 27)