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laurel reid posted an update in the group
dear you…love me 1 year, 1 month agoDear you,
You showed me that I’d never actually loved until I met you. You showed me that I’d never actually lived until I met you. You taught me to stand up for myself and you taught me to let a little bit of myself go. You’re perfect and I wish you could stay. I hope you feel the same.
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laurel reid wrote about the word wasteland 2 years ago
The Waste Land by TS Eliot is one of my favorite poems. The different characters that appear in different verses all seem to suffer some sort of defeat. The poem takes a grim outlook on life – that it’s all just kind of a waste land. People going about their everyday business, but nothing really [...]
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laurel reid wrote about the word wasteland 2 years ago
There she sits on her throne, cold and scared and all alone.
And she tells me it’s all just a wasteland.
Should have swallowed my pride
Before I looked into those eyes
But she tells me like she’s seen everything:
Oh, it’s just a wasteland
It’s just a wasteland
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laurel reid wrote about the word gasoline 2 years, 1 month ago
“Take it,” he said, shoving the red cup in my hand.
I wrinkled my nose. The beer smelled like gasoline. I’d never had any before, and I wasn’t about to start now. “Ugh,” I muttered, but feigned a smile, silently dumping it into the plant behind me when he turned his back.
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laurel reid posted an update in the group
dear you…love me: 2 years, 4 months agoDear You,
You have no idea how much you mean to me. You helped me regain my footing after that awful breakup. You pointed out how I deserved better, how a man should still be chivalrous in this day and age, and you showed me by example, with how you treated her. So we became near best friends. You’ve been there for me, and I did my best to be there for you when you needed it. But you’re the type of person that everyone wants to be there for, so I also wanted to give you some space. If I told you how I feel, would you say the same?
You’re an invaluable friend. If that ruined our friendship, I could never forgive myself. Could I even survive?Love,
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laurel reid wrote about the word drain 2 years, 4 months ago
I stare down at my feet as the water swirls around the drain. Three, two…. a vortex washes around my toes and spins out of control down, sucking the water with it. Suddenly, I feel emptier than I had in days. Drained.
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laurel reid wrote about the word drain 2 years, 4 months ago
I stare down at my feet as the water swirls around the drain. Three, two…. a vortex washes around my toes and spins out of control down, sucking the water with it. Suddenly, I feel emptier than I had in days. Drained.
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laurel reid wrote about the word: possibility 2 years, 5 months ago
So many possibilities arose from that night. We met by chance at the mall. Little did I know that he was looking for the same things I was–love, and someone to love. Later that night, over the phone, we found out just how similar we really were. From there, it was easy.
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laurel reid wrote about the word: magnet 2 years, 6 months ago
I feel glued to you like a magnet. Polar ends attract, and this much is true. You can’t get enough girls, and I could be so happy with just one boy. You like action, I like romance. But if I were to lose you, I don’t know what I’d do. We’re so different, yet we [...]
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laurel reid wrote about the word adventure 2 years, 6 months ago
The sun had only just set, but we already knew we were in for an adventure. Every night was something different. A bonfire. Songs. Hikes. And even though sometimes the activities repeated, the interactions were never the same. I was always surrounded by different people, ready to take our friendship in different places.
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laurel reid wrote about the word weeks 2 years, 7 months ago
Here’s to the weeks we spent together. You’re all my best friends, I can’t imagine spending the best weeks of my life with anyone else. Sure, a week can be a long time, and at times it was long, but when you’re with your best friends, nothing really matters.
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laurel reid wrote about the word microwave 2 years, 7 months ago
Microwavable macaroni is my favorite. If I could, I’d have it every day. There’s something uniquely satisfying about pasta drenched in a thick, creamy, fatty cheese sauce that just makes me want to have more.
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laurel reid wrote about the word tallest 2 years, 7 months ago
These were the tallest trees I’d ever seen, by far. The bark was a deep red, the color of the sunset just before the sun dips below the horizon. It was the color of the dry clay on the sides of the mountains. It was the color of blood, of tears, of shame. It was [...]
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laurel reid wrote about the word den 2 years, 8 months ago
Some of my favorite childhood memories are from my grandparents’ den. My brother and I would watch cable TV in there, because we didn’t have it at home. It was a novelty. We’d eat oreos and ice cream; pasta and carrots. I love the smell of that den. I could just fall asleep there.
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laurel reid wrote about the word raise 2 years, 8 months ago
We raise our heads to the golden sun, as it warms the stones around us. We raise our heads and sing the songs, we sing the songs of our ancestors. And as I raise my head to the sky, a new sense of peace fills my heart.
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Laurel wrote about the word dicuss 2 years, 8 months ago
Why do I hate discussions? Well, it all started with the time he pulled me aside. “We need to talk,” he said. I groaned, because I knew what was coming. He was going to break up with me, I knew it. And I knew I was ready, but at the same time, I didn’t want [...]
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Laurel wrote about the word indistinct 2 years, 8 months ago
Hey, soul sister. Your face is indistinct, but your eyes shine like lanterns in a dark Russian night. I can see deep to your soul, your thoughts. And I know you have baggage. I wish my eyes said as much as yours do.
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Laurel posted an update in the group
dear you…love me: 2 years, 8 months agoDear You,
You hurt me, and you know it. You lied, cheated, and didn’t seem to care. So why do I still kind of like you? In the beginning, I was more naive than you know. Than anyone knows, really. But still, even the most experienced girl would have never seen it coming. You were just so into me, asking my friends about me and saying some of the nicest things I’ve ever heard, and it was all so new. But when things started to change, I wasn’t stupid, and I was starting to expect it. It didn’t come as a surprise when things ended, but I still think about it all the time. I don’t know if I would do it over again, but I want you to think about it. And I want to talk to you, so you can change. I just want to talk to you, period.
Love,
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