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I think since I’ve been here I’ve doubled the love I have for you. I don’t know how it happened but it just did. And it hurts. It really hurts. It hurts to know that I’m in a place so perfect for who I am but that I can’t share it with you and you’re not here. I’m here. You’re there. I don’t know what to do about this blah. If only there were a way and there is but I can’t and and it doesn’t and they won’t and you shouldn’t.

» Posted By MissStrawbunny On 01.28.2014 @ 10:40 am


Rebound. Your mind automatically goes to the person you fuck in order to get over the one you love. But what an ugly thing to do. The rebound will always be known as the rebound. Rarely the one who’s cute, the one with the nice smile, the one who’s flirted with you for months or years, the one you marry. They’re just an object to you but who knows what in the world you meant to them.

» Posted By MissStrawbunny On 09.12.2013 @ 7:07 pm


The sisterhood is something that is developed over time. You don’t just ‘get in’. But man o man, when you’re in. These girls are your life, they know you inside and out almost better than you know yourself. They’re the law, the lighthouse, the brick wall in your life that you hit telling you “Nu-uh, do NOT hit that!”

» Posted By MissStrawbunny On 06.01.2013 @ 9:48 pm


Each spilled coffee stain on the table has it’s own story. Every single one of them. For example, take that long skinny one over there – that’s when they decided to make it look ‘authentic’ and just chucked coffee at the table. That one there is a true coffee stain, happened when we laughed so hard the just coffee slipped out of our hands.

» Posted By MissStrawbunny On 05.25.2013 @ 10:05 pm


I feel like a tornado. I just keep spiralling out of control and one mental breakdown after another threatens to end me for good I don’t think I can do this for much longer. I’m tired. So tired. And I know I say this all the time, when I’m lazy, when I don’t want to get the glass of water off the counter or when I just want you to lie with me but I am seriously, physically and illy tired.

» Posted By MissStrawbunny On 03.27.2013 @ 8:16 pm


I think I think too much some times. The more I mull something over the worse of an idea it seems. For example, I thought for weeks about who to take to semi. Weeks. And by then everyone was already taken. Then, I let myself go for one second- one second, and bam. I have the sweetest, most wonderful and handsome date for semi. I think I’ll try thinking less.

» Posted By MissStrawbunny On 02.05.2013 @ 7:17 pm


One should always be available. Whether it is to lend an ear to a friend, to answer a question for chemistry of be emotionally available, nothing bad can come from leaving yourself open to opportunity. I want to be more available. Because when you leave yourself open to the world, you discover wondrous things.

» Posted By MissStrawbunny On 12.11.2012 @ 8:50 pm


When you are presented with an opportunity please don’t give it up. Give it your all. Make sure you suck every last bit of juice out of that opportunity. Make it your bitch. Take control. Exhaust it to the point where you think there is nothing more it could possibly give. Then push harder.

» Posted By MissStrawbunny On 12.10.2012 @ 8:52 pm

I was presented with a gift. It didn’t come in the form of a car or a shiny ring. It came in the form of a 15 year old boy named Aleks who was assigned as my skipper for the summer. And he is possibly one of the greatest gifts I’ve ever received. I love what he’s done for me, I love what he’s helped me become and most of all, I love him.

» Posted By MissStrawbunny On 12.10.2012 @ 8:49 pm


Give rise to greatness. Rise from the depths of yourself. Know that you are meant to be here. Rise from the shame, guilt and fears you once possessed. You are meant to be here. Rise from the countless times you’ve fallen. Because the only thing that counts is the fact that you’ve gone up one more time than you’ve fallen.

» Posted By MissStrawbunny On 11.29.2012 @ 8:09 pm


Under rated. Under powered. Under privileged.

This means nothing. We are nothing. I am nothing.

» Posted By MissStrawbunny On 11.27.2012 @ 8:48 pm

Under the bridge, under the water, under the ocean under the sea. Hidden away in the cold depths. Under my skin I can feel it. The change. The change that I am becoming a new me. Someone much stronger with a sense of who I am. WHo I am meant to be. An understanding of who I am under my veil.

» Posted By MissStrawbunny On 11.27.2012 @ 8:24 pm


The locals of a town tell the history of it. The history lies in the grey bearded man lying on the sidewalk, his emily coffee cup hungry for coins. History can be found in the small girl in the pleated skirt, on her way to school before her step-mom knows she’s gone. History lies in the locals. History is seen in the slender woman who quietly sits in the caffe, sipping her tea with her peacoat collar flipped up around her neck, her autumn hat pulled over her forehead to hide her tired face. They all tell their own story – the story that needs to be told.

» Posted By MissStrawbunny On 11.26.2012 @ 9:01 pm

Local fruits are the best. So are local friends. Keep the people you love close to you, don’t push them away for someone else. Your friends on the phone can wait. After all – they’re texting you. They’re not with you. The people who care enough to be beside you and laugh real laughs at your jokes, smile real smiles at your stories and touch your arm with their real, soft and gentle fingertips, are the ones who truly value you.

» Posted By MissStrawbunny On 11.26.2012 @ 8:56 pm


Soon. Soon the time will come when we no longer talk the way we do now. We’ll slowly forget to text back, slowly leave each other in the back of our minds. We’ll drift apart after a while. And pass each other on the street without a second glance. When this day comes, when your name becomes just another arrangement of letter I call an acquaintance, I’ll know there is no point any longer.

» Posted By MissStrawbunny On 11.25.2012 @ 8:20 pm


I’m late. I don’t know for what yet but I know that I’m dragging behind. Something is off and i’m not prepared as I should be. I need to know that I will be on time. That this will all be worth it. That I can catch up to whatever it is that needs to be caught. And I fear the outcome could be life changing. And i need to catch it.

» Posted By MissStrawbunny On 11.22.2012 @ 8:59 pm


I want to satisfy you. In every way. I want to be funny enough to make you laugh, charming enough to make you smile. I want to make you want, make you cry, make you feel. I want to be enough for you for ever and for always. Why, you might ask? Because you are enough for me. You are my everything. You satisfy my every need, want and desire.

» Posted By MissStrawbunny On 11.19.2012 @ 7:41 pm


Employees of the month. A competition. For the ‘best worker’. But maybe that person isn’t really the best, they just have a lot of time on their hands. Maybe someone else deserves it more. The guy who lost his house. The girl who’s father died. The boy who doesn’t eat for days on end. They may not be doing as much work, but they’re working their asses off for the time they have.

» Posted By MissStrawbunny On 11.15.2012 @ 8:43 pm


Time is measured in different ways. Sailors measure it with the watch on their wrist. Students measure it with the time of the old rundown clock on the wall. I measure it by the hours, minutes, seconds that I am away from you. That I don’t hear your voice. That I am not next to you. That I can’t hold your hand or brush my lips against your warm, smooth cheek. Time feels endless when I can’t be with you.

» Posted By MissStrawbunny On 11.14.2012 @ 8:36 pm


The arts are something I’ve always been interested in. First it was visual arts, then photography, and now drama. Drama has become something special. I’ve created a family out of it. I can’t wait to see the faces of this beloved family every evening. I love making lists, schedules, sorting things out, talking to people, being in with the theatre crowd. I belong. And I know it.

» Posted By MissStrawbunny On 11.13.2012 @ 8:24 pm


I used to wish i was somebody else. Sometimes I still do…

» Posted By MissStrawbunny On 11.12.2012 @ 8:35 pm

Somebody loves you. Somebody always loves you. No matter who you are, or what you do, or what you’ve done in the past there is always somebody there for you. This kills some people. It kills me. Mostly because I don’t believe it I don’t believe I’m good enough for somebody to love unconditionally – there’s always a condition. There’s always a ‘but’.

» Posted By MissStrawbunny On 11.12.2012 @ 8:21 pm


I spent an entire summer with you. Every day from 7:00am – 7:00pm. And still it was not enough. I could spend a thousand hours just looking into your eyes. Not talking, just listening. To the sound of your voice, your laugh, your breathing. The beautiful silence of you loving me and me loving you back with all my heart.

» Posted By MissStrawbunny On 11.10.2012 @ 9:03 pm


Roar goes the lion. Roar roar roar roar roar roar roar. Loud is the lion. Loud is his roar. But his roar is louder than his bite. Because the lion is not as tough as he makes himself out to be.

» Posted By MissStrawbunny On 11.09.2012 @ 8:11 pm


I’ve always thought that orchestras were only for old people. Sitting there, listening to you describing Mozart and Beethoven and how there were the first to shred, using the cellos and violins, showed me that anyone, even the youngest of delinquents can enjoy all music. I want to see an orchestra now more than anything else.

» Posted By MissStrawbunny On 11.14.2011 @ 2:11 pm


I tried to force myself not to write about you, but after today I find it kind of impossible. How come when we love someone, we can only think about them? What makes them suddenly so important? What makes them so perfect to us? Well in my case, it’s his imperfections that make him perfect. A wretched mess he is. This has nothing to do with force.

» Posted By MissStrawbunny On 08.25.2011 @ 4:38 pm


I’ve always wanted to stand in the rain with someone under an umbrella. Not in the romantic way. I’d like to stand under an umbrella with you forever, just to be that close to you. Just to feel you beside me, safe from the world around us. Under our beat up scrap of an umbrella, the world would be right once again.

» Posted By MissStrawbunny On 08.24.2011 @ 9:24 pm


I want to wade into the water and just feel it on me. Feel the cold. Feel the wet. I can imagine my toes sinking deep into the wet sand and feel them crunching the sand up beneath them. I go further. I lay my head back in the water and just float there. Just breath. Just be. It’s so peaceful on the water. I like when my ears go under. That way I can’t hear anything, anyone, and the world is blocked out.

» Posted By MissStrawbunny On 06.29.2011 @ 10:51 pm


I believe things will get better. I believe we can get through this together. Hand in hand, side by side, we can face the monsters that the dark brings and face our fears with smiling faced. Together we can turn the world upside down.

» Posted By MissStrawbunny On 06.18.2011 @ 11:52 pm


Car skipping? Its called car skipping! You ride the subway and at every stop, you jump out of the train and run to the next car before the doors close. Yeah, sure its stupid, but it’s fun and I guarantee you’ll smile. Thats all I want. Just to run hand in hand with you, laughing. To see you smile: happy and carefree for once.

» Posted By MissStrawbunny On 06.15.2011 @ 10:38 pm

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