Snapshots
I like smuggling dark chocolate into grammar class.
I like the face Yi Mei makes when she laughs.
I like taking notes in red ink.
I fill my pages with swirls.
I sneak up to the school's attic.
Where the pigeons live.
I think of where to place my hands and feet.
Scaling a wall requires good technique.
I like the sound boots make on cobblestone streets.
Especially when I'm wearing them.
posted by Narisilme @ 7:04 AM
6 Comments:
Eleonore, tu es si adventureuse!
Apres avoir regarde tes photos lors de tes vacances a Prague, tu ne ressembles plus a une fille americaine. Chaque jour tu deviens de plus en plus francaise! >>la chanseuse que tu es!<< lol
Si tu penses a m'envoyer un e-mail, voici mon adresse:
judygarlnd@yahoo.com
chanceuse*
>>desolee<<
I like prose.
Your prose.
Charles Williams' prose.
Sometimes speedaholic readers just have to slow down and notice the prose.
You're a poet and your feet show it , cause the're Longfellows. Brava, la mia ragazza.
Love, P
Oh, how I love you.
I just had the strangest urge to cry on your shoulder right now. I'm not even sure why, since nothing particularly devastating has happened to me recently. But I wish we could just hold each other and cry--about the past, about the present, about the future--as though it were the last time we would every cry about anything.
Love forever and always,
Miss Rachel
P.S. Have you ever read Henry James' "Daisy Miller"?
I like the soothing sounds of french poetry.
I daydream of teddy bear tea parties in a spaceship.
I love the sound of laughter, genuine laughter.
I like looking at old postcards.
I like getting snail mail.
I like doing crazy things when no one is looking.
Scaling the apartment balchony requires being crazy.
I like that my mom reads my friend's blogs... and she likes them :D
(My mom found your blog and was reading it, she said she misses you)
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