September 3rd, 2018
Savannah Phillips, Isla Phillips and Mia Tindall attend the Whatley Manor Horse Trials at Gatcombe Park in Stroud, England -September 8th 2018.
September 2018, Just finished reading Defending Jacob and now I’m going to hug my daughter. #punchtothegut #crying #excitedforhisnewproject
you stabbed me in the heart and called me crazy when i cried
this morning you held me in your arms
but you dug your own grave tonight
someone injected the sun with poison
how did this perfect day turn out so dead
this time the situation’s gone too far
and it isn’t one i can mend
Its okay if you dont shine bright like the others, despite everything, you are still you.
Bücher zu verschenken
Geschichte und Wesen des Urheberrechts Band 1 zu verschenken
420 Guildford Rd, Bayswater (Perth).
Sept 29, 6:16
Sept 23, 8:38pm
Not a selfie but this was a good night…
Sept 22, 6pm
the words dont flow like they used to
if you had asked me last year
to write something, anything,
i’d have it done just like that
now i sit here
staring at blank pages
filling in 2 lines
then feeling drained
and it’s not that i dont have ideas,
i wanted to write about pastel skies
and glowing stars
vague metaphors about life
but i couldnt
and i dont know why
i wanted to write something beautiful
something i’d feel good about, like i have in the past
but poetry is supposed to convey feelings, right?
and right now, i dont feel beautiful
all i can think of are these seemingly insightful phrases that just dont fit
like how we’re living in the land of make believe
and how am i supposed to know how to hold on in a world that only ever seems to let go?
so i wrote this instead
Dylan had received a personal invite from Tony Alessi Jr to one of his parties. It was the kinda thing that he’d wanted for years, if he was honest. Sitting in the dark, mining fake money with his guild made it easy to forget how much fun he wasn’t having with other people, but it wasn’t a solid replacement for having something to say about your weekend. In band practice, the other kids talked about hooking up or practicing until their fingers bled. Dylan didn’t have anything to say because he didn’t want to sound like a major loser. But that had changed this summer and now he was at his first high school party. And it definitely wasn’t going to be his last.
He milled around the crowd with a cold beer in his hand. Honestly, he thought there would be a lot more going on in these things. They didn’t exactly have the open-orgy, bacchanalia feel they did in teen movies. But, he was here and he could probably wrangle something up if he wanted to. He just didn’t know what he wanted yet.
And then, like a glossy magazine come to life, Tali Montes walked by him. She was someone to notice. Someone interesting. Dylan had found himself staring at her more than a few times over the years, but he knew his place in the social order. Only now, his place had changed. It didn’t mean that he was in her league, but he was much much closer.
He followed her movements before calling her name, just loud enough to be heard over the thump of the music. “Hey. I don’t think we’ve met before.” It was a lie. They’d had several classes together over the years, but it was a good way to see if she knew who he was. If she recognized that he’d gotten hot. “Name’s Dylan. And you’re very pretty, if you don’t mind me saying so.”