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Beer, such a common thing at this point in life. Want a beer? Of course you do, you’re in your twenties. It’s what we do. Not me, though. Just alcoholic apple juice for the lame girl who can’t stomach the taste. I like drinking beer with you though. The buzz is more pure, I enjoy it more. I enjoy it with you. Wait, I think that’s just because it’s you. I enjoy things with you, even beer.
» Posted By Laura Shane On 05.07.2013 @ 6:21 pm
Simplify your thoughts, simplify your emotions. That was a
task that she couldn’t grasp, that she couldn’t understand. How
could you possibly simplify anything when the world around you was
so vast, so complicated, and so full of life? Life couldn’t be
simplified. Life ran through her veins, so simplification simply
wasn’t an option for her heart, for her mind, or for her soul.
She’d have to learn to live in the element of confusion, but at
least it was lively.
» Posted By Laura Shane On 05.08.2013 @ 7:52 pm
His lips touched where the clasp of my necklaces lay. There was something pleasantly comfortable about the feeling of the soft tissue on the back of my neck. It was romantic, but not suggestive. His arms wrapped around my waste, and in front of us was water. It was romantic moment, sure. But it wasn’t suggestive. He didn’t need anything from me, he just wanted me.
» Posted By Laura Shane On 04.27.2013 @ 3:30 pm
Planter, planter, planter. What are you supposed to pull from this? My inspiration is missing tonight, and I’m sure I could try to dig it out of the planter in the backyard, but something in me is saying that’s not where it would be. Planter, planter, planter. I’m sorry, this is empty. Empty writings. Empty feelings, the worse kind. Empty like the planter is in my backyard. No bullshit deep meanings here.
» Posted By Laura Shane On 04.24.2013 @ 9:46 pm
I’m attracted to you, a strange attraction that I cannot put into words. That words are not worthy of. I am attracted to your passion, I am attracted to how you avert your eyes when you’re feeling awkward. I am attracted to the air around you. I don’t mind if this attraction is not meant to last, because I’m attracted to this feeling it brings me, even if that feeling is temporary. I’m attracted to this moment, to this time period. I’m attracted to temporary love, passionate love, your passion.
» Posted By Laura Shane On 04.14.2013 @ 12:27 am
I used to believe it was an anchor that had me tethered to this place, for the rest of time, and I would never be released. Your youth tends to convince you of that. You’re trapped, and you must break free, but in reality, it’s okay to have your heart anchored to a place, to your home. Even if you visit the world, it’s okay to know that somewhere in the world your heart is meant to be. That your heart is always anchored to somewhere solid, somewhere that will bring you inspiration.
» Posted By Laura Shane On 04.11.2013 @ 12:16 pm
Dashboard, I could pretend to be deep and philosophical, but really it just brings me to the band. How it brings me home, how it touches my heart, how even if it screams high school, and screams a younger me, it will always hold a place. This dashboard is wearing, and it’s keeping me awake. This bitter pill.
» Posted By Laura Shane On 04.09.2013 @ 11:49 pm
The trench was deep, and narrow. From the bottom seeped a sound, a sound that was unaware of the rest of the world, it was called silence. The silence called for her, the trench called for her. Nothing made more sense than it did in that moment, where she wanted to be, where she was meant to be. And, she jumped.
» Posted By Laura Shane On 04.08.2013 @ 10:03 pm
The wrapped around my legs, trickling up and up, and I knew they were never ending. Slowly I was being dragged into the unknown, but then something strange happened. Stranger than the fact that I was being sucked into a new world. The vines started glowing, a gold a child would imagine at the thought of heaven, and I knew it was freedom. I knew that in a few moments, I would be engulfed, and everything would change. I would be free.
» Posted By Laura Shane On 04.05.2013 @ 8:51 pm
A paperback novel is a story, but sometimes it’s a story no one wants to read. It’s shoved away to the back of that bookstore that no one knows about. But, that doesn’t mean it was never loved. Someone read through those pages. Someone adored the story, and someone wanted to live the story. I could think of my life as a paperback novel. It’s a worthless piece of paper that could be shoved away, but I love it.
» Posted By Laura Shane On 04.10.2010 @ 2:44 am
It’s hard to resist what you’ve always known. To resist temptations of what you’ve always followed. It’s hard to resist my curiosity, or to resist my untrustworthy mind, when it’s all I’ve ever known. I’ve only ever known people to let me down, so it’s hard to resist my doubt. But I’m stronger then what I’ve been in the past, and I can resist this. I know I can resist this. The only question is, can you resist the things I fight?
» Posted By Laura Shane On 09.19.2009 @ 3:48 pm
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If you were to shoot someone with an arrow, what would the arrow be full of? The possibliites were endless. You could save their lives, or break their hearts. You could drive them mad or make them sane. But whatever you chose, effects you, no matter what you may think. It will change your heart, and once that happens there is no coming back from it.
» Posted By Laura Shane On 10.30.2009 @ 1:16 pm