My journal of big words and pretty pictures
It’s not the same when he writes me love notes, the words don’t have that southern accent I swoon over. The sound of his voice, a warm hug on a cold night, can’t be captured in the curve of his o’s or the angles of his l’s. His touch, tender as a summer breeze, caressed … Continue reading Love notes
Nature's golden drop Syrup so sweet on the tongue Childhood memories
It was raining outside. The cold sort of rain that seeps into your bones, and muddles your mind. It wasn’t a warm spring rain that feels like a soft caress, its earthy sweet petrichor lingering on the breeze. This rain was a claw hammer pounding against the house, threatening to shatter windows and doors, and … Continue reading Clearing skies
She is too fond of books, and it has turned her brain." ~ Louisa May Alcott “Books are so banal and she doesn’t even use an e-reader,” Soleil said checking her Snapchat feed. "Seriously,” Esmé nodded, transposing their exchange into a Facebook status. “She could catch the movie on Netflix.” “I heard printing all that … Continue reading Too fond of books
“Looks exactly how I remember,” Stuart sighed. “Think so?” Walter tilted his head, squinting at the wooden fort. “Looks smaller to me.” “We were smaller then,” Stu laughed. “Remember hanging out in the clubhouse eating breakfasts of dry Cap’n Crunch straight out of the box?” Walter chuckled. “Wendy used to get that for the boys … Continue reading Capture the flag
Alone with my thoughts Seagulls constantly intrude With lame knock-knock jokes
Thin spiral notebook 