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Brittface commented on the post, poster 2 weeks, 6 days ago
There was a pink floyd poster on the wall. I remember it so clearly. It’s the one with the four girls at the pool with their backs to the camera and they have painted images on them. I stared at that poster for […]
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Brittface commented on the post, pins 1 month ago
It was like pins were pricking his feet. He was cold and tired and the road in the distance just kept going. He wondered if I he could make it. He couldn’t bare to walk anymore. Each step was painful, each breath […]
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Brittface commented on the post, willful 1 month, 1 week ago
She was so willful, she was so strong. She knew what she wanted and she was willing to do anything for it. But when she finally got it she didn;t know what to do with it…and even though she was strong it was so […]
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Brittface commented on the post, weave 2 months, 2 weeks ago
I weave in and out, to and fro. I feel sea sick from the changes you keep throwing at me. O can’t keep straight what’s what. Your emotions make no sense and I’m stuck on this rollar coaster because I love you. I […]
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Brittface commented on the post, carnival 3 months ago
There was a carnival in town, it was bright and loud and shook up our tiny corner of the world. No one had ever seen such beauty or such excitement before. it was as if the carnival was a window to a whole new […]
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Brittface commented on the post, adopt 3 months ago
I slowly adopted all your traits without even realizing it. It started with something little like your use of “eh” proving how wonderfully Canadian you are. Then gradually grew into me using the same hand gesture […]
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Brittface commented on the post, festival 3 months, 2 weeks ago
It was a festival of love. All around people were embracing, laughing, celebrating. And there we were two lonley people lost in the crowd. We didn’t see each other, our hands didn’t meet. Our chance didn’t come.
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Brittface wrote about the word below 4 months ago
There’s this place below my heart. It’s small and private and no one knows about it. It’s like a chest, I put something in there a very long time ago and I locked it shut. Never to be opened again. What I put in there was you. Your words, your kiss, the memories I have [...]
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Brittface wrote about the word accordion 4 months ago
There was once was a man who lived next door. He was a very large man, with a very large smile. As children we were fearful of him. He would stand on the street and play his accordion. He always looked so cheerful but so menacing. It wasn’t until I was older that I realized [...]
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Brittface wrote about the word trunk 4 months, 2 weeks ago
I want to pack up my trunk. I want to leave, say good-bye to everything I know know and get the hell out of here. The worst is being stuck in a world that you know you’re not meant for. I’m not meant for this small time. I’ve got big dreams. I will get out [...]
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Brittface wrote about the word bridge 4 months, 2 weeks ago
I’ve burned every bridge I can think of. I never thought I was a self destructive person but apprently I am. It’s my own damn fault. I get into my head and I worry and stress and freak myself out. I’m my own worst judge. And those thoughts I tell myself in the dark of [...]
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Brittface wrote about the word dessert 4 months, 2 weeks ago
I don’t want to be dinner, I want to be dessert. I deserve to be the treat, the longed for, desired perfect end to something wonderful. I deserve to be happy and have someone who loves me. I just forget that sometimes. So here I am, an appetizer when I should be dessert because I [...]
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Brittface wrote about the word deaf 4 months, 3 weeks ago
Can you hear them? At first they silently think, then they whisper to each other, slowly the whispers grown louder and become full fledged voices, giving you their opinions. They see what you don’t. You’re deaf to their plees, don’t you see? They ask, he isn’t good for you, they chide.
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Brittface wrote about the word clamp 4 months, 3 weeks ago
There was a clamp on his heart. Something was holding him back. “Emotionally damaged” he said. My heart broke. He said he just couldn’t love me like i loved him. My heart shattered into a million pieces. He couldn’t love me but I loved him with every piece of my broken heart. No matter how [...]
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Brittface wrote about the word scar 5 months ago
It was cliche and an over used idea but he had left a scar on my heart. He had broked my heart and it had shattered into a million pieces and slowly I was putting it back together again but it would never be the same. There would always be the ghost of him, the [...]
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Brittface wrote about the word blemish 5 months ago
There was a blemish her face. She looked at herself in the mirror and began to pick. No matter how hard she tried it didn’t go away. Her heart rate began to rise, she began to panic. She closed her eyes and when she opened them it was gone.
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Brittface wrote about the word beckon 5 months, 1 week ago
I was at his beckon call. His every need and whim I carried out. I was devoted to him. Utterlyu in love, willing to do anything. It was horrible but I didn’t see. I was happy to do it. It meant I was doing something and it meant he needed me. As long as he [...]
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Brittface wrote about the word sneaky 5 months, 1 week ago
He thought he was so clever. He was so sneaky about it. At first I didn’t even notice. I didn’t see the signs. But soon little things started to change, small insignificant things that weren’ot important. But I noticed them and I figured it out.
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Brittface wrote about the word deserve 5 months, 1 week ago
I read in a book once “we accept the love we think we deserve” I think that’s very true. The worst part is I know I deserve better. I deserve someone who would move mountains for me, someone who would do anything to see me smile. But I’ll be damned if I don’t love you.
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Brittface wrote about the word anywhere 5 months, 2 weeks ago
Anywhere is better than here. Than this place. All these memories are killing me. Everything is a reminder. Every part of my life is ruined now. All I can think about is him and then mess he made. He broke it, he broke me. I need to get away. Get of here. Anywhere else in [...]
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