Showing posts with label i love you. Show all posts
Showing posts with label i love you. Show all posts

Thursday, July 12, 2012

The one that got away.

It was bound to happen, anyway,
it's for the best, anyway.







I guess if you catch one once, you can catch one again,

and I can learn how to skip rocks with or without him,

and as long as it's "for the best"....


I will, I will find a boy
who is respectful and thoughtful and kind and sweet and cares and is intelligent,
not that he isn't any of these things,
but some he needs work on
and really we're both just too messed up for each other anyway,
aren't we all
but it's for the best
and I'm sorry for this post but I just wanted to say,

I guess if you can catch one once, you can catch one again, right?
love always,
laura elizabeth


Thursday, August 18, 2011

Glee birds fly together.

I love owls.
I love dance.
I love Harry Potter.
I love teddy bears.
I love rainbows.
I love people.
I love mascara.
I love Valentine's Day.
I love holidays.
I love books.
I love clipfolios.
I love love.
I love friends.
I love flowers.
I love light.
I love dolphins.
I love legs.
I love eyes.
I LOVE OWLS SO MUCH.
I love popcorn.
I love cotton candy.
I love carnivals
and bowling
and movies
and
I love taco bell.
I love dream catchers
and costumes
and musicals
and purses
and necklaces
and necklaces shaped like owls.
I love  music and sunglasses.
I love chapstick
and I love pointe shoes.
I love piggy banks.
I love pokemon.
I love scripts.
I love french.
I love psych.
I love outside.
I love inside.
I love butterflies.
I love photo albums.
I love pictures.
I love photography.
I love myself.
I love bobby pins.
I love my family.
I love all of you.
I love stars.
I love the moon.
I love mars, and jupiter, when they are flying above our heads.
I love inside jokes.
I love chloe
and kelsey
and stevie
and trevor and bridger and makenzie and daenen
and megan and courtney
and even maybe jake pace
and I love janessa.
I love pillows.
I love quarters.
I love collections.
I love dresses and rompers.
I love dreaming.
I love typing.
I love birds.
I love animals.
I love owls.
I love fairytales.
I love feathers.
I love fruit.
I love paper.
I love summer.
I love spring.
I love winter.
I love fall.
I love memories.
I love telephones.
I love big words.
I love grammar.
I love hearts.
I love psychology.
I love bare feet.
I love glee.
I love surprises.
I love parties.
I love food.
I love chips and salsa.
I love lips and relationships and weddings
and crushes and boyfriends
and hugs.
I love butterfly kisses and eskimo kisses
and dinosaur kisses.
I love pretzels and goldfish [the kind you eat].
I love water.
I love roses.
I love 11:11.
I love lists.
I love living.
I love life.





Just 111 things that I love, and that was the abridged version.

Love, Laura.

ps. I really love owls.

Friday, August 12, 2011

If you were water, I'd die of thirst.

I'm home.

And now it doesn't much feel like I left.






And I remember that night that I cried in that room, that happened both two nights ago and a year ago,
though both remarkably about very similar ordeals,

And how I reached out and I read my book and I listened to my music and
none of it was working

and then I wrote a page of poetry and that was that.

Love, Laura.

Sunday, July 10, 2011

Melancholy is a father who works five states away.

sigh.

"pull me closer, tiny dancer
count the headlights on the highway
lay me down in sheets of linen"

that song will forever remind me of my childhood.




love, your daughter.

Thursday, July 7, 2011

Friendship is missing them more than you miss taco bell, and wondering if you've ever gone a week without seeing them before...and doubting it.

I read one of my best friends' most recent blog post and my heart swelled with affection towards her.  I miss her so much that I might just blow up.  Reading her post, I couldn't believe just how lovely and innocent she still is.  Stay golden.  Please don't let some boy ruin your aura, as one came close to doing to mine.  You have a few qualities that I have since lost, and they make you who you are, as they define me through my lack.  You're beautiful and one of the best friends I could ask for.

Shonka, this one's for you.






Oh, friend, I love our inside jokes and
riding a on tandem bike and
laughing hysterically and
saving your butt and
our friendship and
everything else,
 but mostly
I just love you.

With great affection, Cholo.

Sunday, July 3, 2011

Love is being fearless.

We've all been there.

We've all had those moments where we feel
like we aren't good enough
like we aren't beautiful
like we'll never be loved.

We've all wondered if there really is a guy out there
that will be a perfect match.

We've all regretted.
We've all hurt.
We've all cried.

We all have feelings.

Treat no one otherwise.

Everyone deserves love.
Everyone deserves happiness.
Everyone deserves friendship.

Treat no one otherwise.







And I don't know why,
but with you'd I'd dance
in a storm in my
best dress

love laura