Let's Wander

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bovenbrucx

teachingliteracy:

androidicaldreams

I feel like at this point in my life I am going to need a new tattoo. I absolutely LOVE the ones I have now but with all that has happened I need a little color in my life. In the past I was discouraged from inking up my body because it was deemed unattractive. The reason I love tattoos is they are an expression of who we are and what we stand for a way to show the world how artistic you are. This is coming from the girl who use to draw all over my body in pen, I was told by my dad that paper is for drawing skin is for tattoos. All of my tattoos mean something to me and my tattoos to come will mean something to me. Regardless of the past I am excited to start thinking about my third tattoo! 

For some reason I am madly in love with anchors, I love that they symbolize saftey and to me they symbolize summer and fun and water. In a way they symbolize all of the spontaneous fun I have with the people I love.

I want that forever.

Just Pretend

As I sit and stare out of my window

I see the grass is shiny and wet with dew.

I know it’s cold outside,

but the grass is so green and the sun is so bright

I pretend it’s summer.

I pretend I have plans to go up north this weekend,

dreams of sun bathing, swimming and songs.

But I just pretend.

I look now at the dinginess of my window,

painted old by time,

screen broken and wood chipped away.

I pretend I stand here a few months earlier

and a certain white and black cat walks by

he cries up to me, to let him in

so I rush to answer his call.

But I just pretend.

I see the leaves on the trees turning the pensive colors of fall

and as each leaf hits the ground

I know winter is that much closer.

 As I sit and stare out of my window

I pretend I am back to the beginning,

waiting for my future and excited for life.

A time when life was careless and happy.

I was eager to live, love, and learn.

But again I am just pretending.

So I press my hands and face on the cool dewy glass,

and just pretend.

This is a little hidden play ground by my Grandparents house in Pennsylvania…

dearoldlove:

You are woven into the fabric of my life like a zigzagging, wrong-colored thread. It ruins the whole pattern and it’s all I can see. But pulling it out would eff up the whole thing.

It’s sad that this is so true right now…