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signs

You know, the signs are everywhere. They have been for years. Apparently I was the only one who was looking. I love you more than anyone can imagine. I love you for your weirdness, your strange desire to pair mayonnaise and cottage cheese and eat it at 1 in the morning every night. Your weird quirks and our random dance parties in the kitchen. But you don’t seem to even care. You’ve never loved me at all.

» Posted By CNou91 On 10.01.2012 @ 11:23 am

shorthand

I hate writing in shorthand. It doesn’t make any damn sense. I mean the kind of shorthand that people are taught because apparently there’s an actual practice, rhyme and reason to shorthand. I thought it was just whatever I wanted to write to help me get the gist of what was happening. The fact that there’s actually a format and formula for it is ridiculous.

» Posted By CNou91 On 05.08.2012 @ 6:06 pm

tasting

There’s nothing like tasting things. You can’t even describe it. Taking a wedge of an orange, popping it into your mouth, feeling the juice burst across your tongue in a citrusy wave. The juice dripping down your throat, the sweetness remaining in your mouth. It’s one of the best things you could ever experience and it’s the most taken for granted every day experience in the world.

» Posted By CNou91 On 05.07.2012 @ 12:12 pm

separate

Even though miles and miles, multiple continents and oceans separate them, they will never really and truly be without the other. Their love could span much more than a little bit of material space that’s currently between them. And it’s not as if they’d never see each other again. They’ll be together before they know it and it’ll be as if no time has passed at all.

» Posted By CNou91 On 05.01.2012 @ 4:00 pm

poster

The poster said one night only. It was like a flame and I was the moth being drawn in. I couldn’t resist. Tugging my collar tighter around my neck against the chilled rain I made my way inside the small cafe. Inside was the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen in my existence singing a song that had me frozen in place.

» Posted By CNou91 On 04.26.2012 @ 1:20 pm

gladiator

He stood there in his armor, holding his sword and shield in an arena full of people, feeling lonelier than ever before. He knew that all these people here were rooting for him to die a spectacularly bloody and brutal death against whatever kind of monster he’ll have to face now. And for the first time ever, he wondered at the pure sadism that are his people to cheer at the death of one of their own for entertainment.

» Posted By CNou91 On 04.25.2012 @ 2:16 pm

chapped

My lips were red, throbbing and bruised from the intensity with which his lips had worked over mine. My breath hitched as his eyes bore into mine, silently telling me that he was far from finished. My lips would be far more chapped than they were now and I could just tell that I wouldn’t regret a single second of it.

» Posted By CNou91 On 04.24.2012 @ 12:26 pm

scorn

I will never scorn you. I will never hate you. I will never speak ill of you because you were always the best man in my life. You showed me that not all men are untrustworthy. You showed me that they can be kind and gentle, sweet and thoughtful, considerate and worthy of my love. I will always treasure you for that. I will always hold you in my heart as the first MAN I loved. I’m sorry that our dreams couldn’t come true together. I’m sorry that you have to leave with such a heavy heart. But I’m so honored to have been part of that for as long as I was. You have grown and changed from this, you will continue to grow and change. I love you for who you are and what you are. Thank you for being that loving, gentle, magical man for me.

» Posted By CNou91 On 04.23.2012 @ 11:26 am

entrée

That entree looks disgusting. Who would eat cow’s brains? That doesn’t sound or look delicious in any sense of the word. Greyish brown cat vomit on a plate is what this waiter put in front of me. How was I supposed to know what I ordered? IT WAS IN FRENCH!

» Posted By CNou91 On 04.23.2012 @ 6:34 am

sound

The sound of his voice captured me. I was mesmerized, hearing this melody pour out from between those gorgeous lips. His fingers played across those strings with a practiced self-assurance that made my skin tingle. His brows furrowed, his eyes sad as the words he sang came straight from his heart. He saw nothing, he was far away from this place, this stage, these lights. He was with the woman who broke his heart, who left him to pick up the pieces all those years ago. And just like that, the song ends, his brilliant smile returns, his eyes alight onto mine and my heart can’t help but melt. He’s beautiful.

» Posted By CNou91 On 04.21.2012 @ 11:53 am

heartache

She couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t even move. All she felt was the paralyzing ache in the middle of her chest. It was like something was sucking everything inward, like a black hole crushing everything inside of her very being. There wasn’t anything else for her to do except sob and scream and destroy and break. He was gone. He was never coming back.

» Posted By CNou91 On 04.09.2012 @ 5:56 am

attendant

I heard a really disturbing story about a flight attendant and a pilot going insane and freaking out about how the plane is going to be taken over and crashed. Is Jet Blue pumping their cockpits full of crazy drugs or something? It makes me nervous that the people in charge of my safety 30,000 feet in the air are going to spaz and wind up driving me into the ground. Just saying.

» Posted By CNou91 On 04.02.2012 @ 9:08 pm

splash

All I can think of is that ridiculous rubber ducky song that always gets stuck in my head whenever I hear it. “Splish, splash I was taking a bath…” Good lord, that song is irritating. Now it’ll probably be in my head for the rest of the day. But at the same time, it couldn’t be all bad. That song also reminds me of this picture I found online of two little ducklings in a cup. Super adorable :)

» Posted By CNou91 On 03.30.2012 @ 6:29 am

capture

I love writing and I’ve recently discovered a passion for drawing. I love to capture moments that most people miss. That secret smile between lovers, the brush of a hand between a husband and wife, the glint of mischief between sisters. That’s part of the reason I love photography so much. You get to steal time, take those moments and put them in a jar, holding them forever, frozen and unchanging so you can look back at them and smile at the purity of that one captured moment.

» Posted By CNou91 On 03.28.2012 @ 1:36 pm

catcher

I’ve never read The Catcher in the Rye. My sister did and apparently it was absolutely brilliant and I should read it. It doesn’t seem like it would interest me, but then again I’ve said the same things about the Hunger Games, The Twilight Series (in my younger years, I assure you) and various other books she’s told me to read that I didn’t think I would like. Then again, she’s never been wrong yet.

» Posted By CNou91 On 03.27.2012 @ 11:27 am

drifting

And there I was, drifting out into the ocean on a shitty little raft that I put together with some logs and vine material. I’d never been more absolutely terrified in my entire life. What was I supposed to do now? I have 13 people out to kill me, I’m afraid of open water and I can’t swim. How am I supposed to kill everyone else if I’m too afraid of drowning out here if I step off this raft? Maybe I’m just saving everyone else the trouble of killing me by doing this. I didn’t even bring food with me and I’m almost surely going to starve to death before I drift off to either shore.

» Posted By CNou91 On 03.26.2012 @ 1:44 pm

exquisite

Her body. Oh my GOD, it’s absolutely exquisite. Her skin was this beautiful light gold, her auburn hair tumbled down her back. Her body flowed from one luscious curve seamlessly into the next. This creature, water running in gentle rivulets down her body, was the definition of exquisite. And she was mine.

» Posted By CNou91 On 03.25.2012 @ 7:36 am

fixed

“Sometimes things that are broken don’t need to be fixed,” he mumbled to her, his voice filled with resentment.
“Yes, but you’re not one of those things. You’re a broken man, Jasper. I’m just trying to help.”
“Well did you ever think that I don’t need your help? That I don’t want it? That maybe I just want to be left alone?”
“Please. We both know that’s not true. You need me. You need the help I can give you and without it you can’t survive.”

» Posted By CNou91 On 03.21.2012 @ 4:24 pm

ratings

Movie ratings never really help me at all. I look at them but I never really know what to make of them. Are these an unbiased group of people who are rating for the content of the movie? The storyline? Cinematography? Is it a bunch of people who don’t like musical movies who are watching something that the main characters sing every few minutes? Are these people who don’t like violent movies? I never know if they’re actually being helpful to me or if they’re just being there to be there.

» Posted By CNou91 On 03.20.2012 @ 12:48 pm

torch

Torch. Torchwood? Hunger Games? These two thoughts simultaneously popped into my head when I read the word ‘torch’ at the top of this page and I don’t really know which to write about because I surely don’t have enough time to write about both of them. But I do believe that I’m about to use up all my time writing about how I don’t know which to write about. Well this is incredibly ironic. And proves just how indecisive I really am.

» Posted By CNou91 On 03.18.2012 @ 5:21 pm

staple

Food is a staple in my life. Both of my grandmothers cook, their mothers cooked and their mothers before them. I’m even going to school for culinary arts. But my favorite thing to do is to find out what another country’s staple food is and figure out what it is they do with it. Ethnic cuisine is my favorite thing to learn about. Because as I’ve said before, you can always learn something about someone else through their food.

» Posted By CNou91 On 03.17.2012 @ 5:04 pm

pastel

Pastels are beautiful and complicated. They make the most ethereal looking pictures when in the hands of a skilled artist, but can be the bane of the existence of an inexperienced one. Some of my favorite pictures of all time are made with oil pastels as well as a combination of hard and soft ones. Plus, when a word makes you think of babies, it can’t be so bad either.

» Posted By CNou91 On 03.16.2012 @ 5:27 pm

duration

For the duration of the day, Maya didn’t do anything. She couldn’t. She didn’t know what to do or what to say to anyone. No one asked her how she was anymore, they knew she wouldn’t be able to give them an answer and, let’s face it, no one really wanted to know. Who wants to know how depressed a girl was after her fiancee died. Even if she said she was okay, no one would believe her anyway.

» Posted By CNou91 On 03.14.2012 @ 3:07 pm

petition

Petitions are stupid if they’re online. Well maybe not. They’re only stupid if they’re on something like a Facebook page or something. How do you know they’re actually going to be counted toward whatever petition needs signing? How do you know you’re not just writing your name down for something weird? You don’t.

» Posted By CNou91 On 03.13.2012 @ 1:17 pm

belief

I believe that everyone can make a difference. I believe that even the smallest action of a single person could turn into something big and beautiful and precious if only given the chance to grow into what it could be. If you don’t like something, go ahead and change it! You’re the captain of your ship and you’re the dreamer of your dreams. They’re up to your discretion.

» Posted By CNou91 On 03.12.2012 @ 1:42 pm

recycle

Recycling is so easy that it’s shameful if people don’t do it. At any grocery store there are always places to return bottles and cans, even plastic bags! There’s so much information on organic recycling as well that people who don’t take advantage of that are, to me, plain lazy. How hard is it to toss the bottle or can in the back of your car and return it to the store next time you go? And bonus: You get 5 cents back.

» Posted By CNou91 On 03.11.2012 @ 12:04 pm

gourmet

I love food. Gourmet food is so hard to come by, honestly. Nowadays people just eat crap that has no nutrition and just fills them up. Gourmet food, to me, has the chef’s soul in it. A little of their hearts, passion and dedication. You can really get to know someone through what they cook. It steals a little part of yourself every time you put a plate of food out, whether you’re a chef or just a person cooking at home.

» Posted By CNou91 On 03.11.2012 @ 9:14 am

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