Entries By Amelie
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I’m convinced that I won’t make any friends here. I’m convinced that this means I’m going to spend my life alone. I’m convinced that, even though friendships take time, I’m just going to get my heart broken, again and again and again, in hundreds of different ways, by each new person that I meet. (I’m also convinced that this is the wrong way to look at things.)Posted By Amelie On 09.23.2011 @ 11:02 pm
As the Tchaikovsky tune slowly dwindled to one low, dragged-out key, the fluorescent bulbs above his head flickered to life. He glanced up, and carelessly brushed the radio with one hand, knocking it over. It tumbled to the floor, the resounding crash echoing around the empty chamber.Posted By Amelie On 05.01.2011 @ 4:47 pm
I was alone in the darkroom Once again. Trying not to think too much about you And to forget the pain. I felt like the walls all around me Were getting closer and closer Is this the real life ? Is this just fantasy ? The photo, in black and white, reminds me of last december Don’t forget. Don’t forget. Don’t forget…Posted By Amélie On 02.02.2011 @ 10:17 am
life is endless. i feel so immortal. momento mori is bullshit. argh. why is my life so long? is this misrery endless as well? there is nothng more miserable than endless. whether is be life or whatever, because we humans, strive, need… must see the end. it is integral to our understanding of the universe. we cannot fathom the universe because everything within our schema of understanding has an end to it.Posted By amelie On 01.20.2011 @ 1:07 pm
Ich konnte nicht kochen. Das war eine Tatsache, die niemand abstreiten konnte. Ich meine, warum sollte ich es auch können? Kochen… das ist etwas für Leute, die Zeit haben. Und Lust. Ich nutzte lieber die Mikrowelle, die das Essen immerhin immer warm liefert – wenn auch nicht ganz so frisch immer.Posted By Amelie On 10.22.2010 @ 2:16 pm
The crushed velvet dress, spread out like a puddle of red blood against the white sheets – stunningly beautiful, haunting, something that I wanted but I knew wasn’t appropriate to want – seemed too good to be true.
My husband watched me as I examined it with narrowed eyes. Even without looking at him, I knew he was smirking. Of course, even without trying, he was being patronizing, supporting his crazy wife’s wishes and desires while masking his inner contempt.
I hated the dress, and I hated him.
“I don’t want it,” I announced, turning away from it and the bed, looking into my closet and letting my hands pass by every article of clothing they encountered.Posted By Amelie On 06.25.2010 @ 3:35 pm
I shouldn’t be here with him. The temptation is too much…knowing that it’s just me, him, together, separated on this lonely beach by inches of sand and pebbles, the sheer bikini that rests against my skin – reminding me that, despite my determination to not cross boundaries, I still want more out of this relationship than he does.
He isn’t looking at me, or the exposed skin that glimmers in the moonlight, making me almost beautiful for once. His gaze is set on the crashing waves.Posted By Amelie On 06.24.2010 @ 4:39 pm