completelycrystal
ah. fragrance.
smells.
so ....
Nice.
what a world.
The fragrance of the roses in the moonlight makes me feel so...
sick.
I hate clichés.
It's alarming to think that rather than paying attention in psychology class, I'd much rather rehearse poems and figure out the itinerary for the rest of the week. I should probably pay more attention...but I'd much rather favor my own interests.
The alarm above my head rings loudly whenever I think about him. It's not fair that I'm tied down to one when I really just wish to sample the other. If it weren't for that damn alarm called guilt, I'd be the luckiest girl in the world.
There's a possibility that I may or may not finish my English project by the end of the day. My priorities aren't straight, I know this, but someday I'll figure out how to get things straight.
I was once a believer of magical things. Unicorns prancing in my backyard, leprechauns stealing pots of pennies from my bedroom, wizards battling on my roof. But now, I'm older, "wiser". Never to believe in faeries again...
My childhood is over.
Duck, duck, goose!
Run around the circle as fast as you can. Sit! Avoid the pickle jar because that's the loser's quarters. Best friends always pick each other. If a boy picks a girl, it's obvious they're gonna be married.
Duck, duck, goose!
Th green ivy clings to the red brick walls of the townhouse. Like a forever representation of Christmas colors. White flowers pop out here and there from the plant's thick leaves.
I've never been one to state myself as average. I love being different, even though about everyone else on this earth considers themselves "different" which would mean that different is average....
The way that you view things depends on your outlook. I'm going to sit here and say that I'm not average...because I'm not.