August 2011
July 2011
“I’d love to be a tabletop in Paris, where food is art and life combined in one, where people gather and talk for hours. I want lovers to meet over me. I’d want to be covered in drops of candle wax and breadcrumbs and rings from the bottoms of wineglasses. I would never be lonely, and I would always serve a good purpose.”
—Aunt Peg’s 13th letter; Maureen Johnson, The Last Little Blue Envelope (via ritathecheetah)
he texted me back and wanted to go to the city with me tonight.
im packing to leave though.
hes gonna write :)
im leaving first thing tomorrow so i am filling up my queue
be back in 2 weeks mother fuckers!
write to me
emily friedricks
copper creek camp
po box 749
greenville, ca
74957
for the first time in my life, i dont want to go to camp.
but i have to go.
but i dont want to.
i wont be miserable hopefully. who knows what will await
desperately need to be crying into someones arms right now.
im going back to the place and writing about the pain
this hurts so fucking much
its hard to sing through tears
I know we barely know each other, but if you ever need someone to talk to, I’m a very good listener. :] hope things get better for you.
that might actually be so good
A Mother's Journey
- A Mother’s Journey, Sacramento Bee Photography (2007 Pulitzer Prize for Feature Photography)
im having a bad night
its like a relapse into 5 months ago
i gave in and texted.
i am a hopeless person.
just push out some thoughts to them, don’t push too ‘ard or you poo.
bahaha
okay i am pushing, yet i am practicing restraint as to not soil my pants.
you should probably push too, just in case.
ill let you know.
try brain control… it works for me.
teach me your ways
if only it were possible to will someone to text you first
i hate leaving things so open.
:[ i’m sorry you had a bad night…
it was mostly funny but also really sucky
on the bright side i have bubbles!
and anthropologie CALLED ME for an interview instead of me harassing the store!
last night i got way too drunk, my best friend got arrested, and i embarrassed myself in front of the guy i like.
i feel sick.
last night i got too drunk, my best friend got arrested, and i embarrassed myself in front of the guy i like.
oyvey. never again.
still have this constant anxious nausea.
i am so not good at dealing with life.
“it’s nothing to be worried about. it’s enjoyable and fun but sometimes it’s awkward and messy. It’s always something to smile about though. Just relax, take a deep breath, and let it happen. You’ll enjoy it I promise.”
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—Gabby
this can be applied to so many things i think.
i love her she is so wise.
orrr like this and ill message you my personal
if you dont know me irl and still wish to hear my confessions and such, message me and i will give you the link to my new personal.
unless you are gabby!
So, uh, I really really really really really really REALLY like your voice. :] just spent the last 20 minutes stalking your youtube page.haha Not only are you gorgeous, but your voice is awesome.
AHHHHHH SHIT MAN THANKYOU SO MUCHHHHHHHH
i appreciate it!!!!
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STOP WITH THE FLATTERY I AM BLUSHING LIKE A TOMATO
For You.
I could build a house
Wrapped in tapestries
Drapped from wall to wall
So we’re never seen.
I could catch the sun
On it’s way to mars
So we won’t get lost
In the coming dark.
I could free your soul
From the garden walls
Where the chains were locked
And the gate was old.
But if I let you free
Would you come back to me?
I could jump this ship
Into the oceans mouth.
Wouldn’t shiver once
You make me lose my doubts.
I could build a house
Without any walls-
Because between us,
We’ve built them all.
IM GOING TO HURL
you know what that means!
