November 2009
1 post
October 2009
15 posts
COLLISION
It’s the collision of two hearts that sometimes make for a forevermore love.
http://oneword.com/2009/10/collision/
CARING
It is never a challenge to find caring people. But it is a challenge to ind people who care about you.
PERMISSION
He walked up to her, asking her for permission. To love her. Guess what she said?
http://oneword.com/2009/10/permission/
TROT
And she trotted back to that shabby old room. Poor little girl. Her torn, dusty, and beaten stuffed bunny followed her, it’s cotton tail sticking out of place.
She carried the weight of the world on her tiny shoulders and the weight of two bucketful of water with her shivering hands.
She finally got to the kitchen. Her stuffed bunny stopped behind her. It fell to the ground.
Too late.
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Reblog with your details so I can get to know you...
projectedendlessly:
My name is: Bianca
My tumblr name is: bittersweetrecognitions
My friends call me: Phoebe, PB, Pibi, Bianx
I live in: a place where everything is edible.
My birthday’s on: September 27
Right now I am: fighting Sleep.
I like to eat: chock-lit.
And I like to: write, read, and procrastinate.
People think I am: awfully nice for helping them out all the time.
But I really...
PREGNANT
It was true. She was pregnant.
It came as a half-shock to me. Deep inside me, I always knew she’d get pregnant before turning eighteen. Turns out I was right.
She ruined my life and made grade school memories haunt me every single day of my life.
I still hate her - it’s true.
I wish she’d be a better person. And an even better mother.
http://oneword.com/2009/10/pregnant/
PIE
Childhood memories come running back to my mind as I recall the “pies of my childhood.” My dad would bring home egg pie - a slice each, for me and my brother.
On Sundays, my grandma would have a whole pie waiting for us on the huge marble table in the dining room. It would be inside a small brown box and we’d open it with delight, trying to guess what kind of pie it would be.
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POOL
It was that one day in summer. He fell into the pool and she saved him. Ironic, I thought. The girl saved the boy. He didn’t know how to swim.
Later, he stepped on a shard of broken glass. Ouch. She got it out for him. His foot bled. He liked her then. He was courting her then. She didn’t give a damn. Never did, even until now. They were strictly friends - as always.
I’m glad...
bittersweetrecognitions believes that love is when someone gives you tons of choco and asks for nothing in return. because even though he might not say it directly, all that person wants is for you to smile :)
WAG
Life wagged its long, golden tail in front of her. It mas pure mockery.
Annoyed, she tried kicking Life from behind. She missed. Full of anger and insult, she cried so hard, a silver stream of tears falling from her eyes.
Her tears fell to the Earth and turned into rain.
Drip-drop, drip-drop, drip-drop…
Life was being mean again. Life was being mean again. Life was being mean again.
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FLOUR
As she sifted the flour, she thought of tomorrow.
Tomorrow going through the tiny pores over and over again to be pure and refined.
Tomorrow being repeatedly sifted until almost-perfect.
Tomorrow to be used as a main ingredient in the creation of something that makes people happy.
Tomorrow. Tomorrow. The flour of tomorrow.
http://oneword.com/2009/10/flour/