a summer night, a perfect kiss, a hopeless love...

Hello lovelies and Merry Christmas two days late. i hope you all are on winter vacation and are enjoying yourselves because you deserve it. I'm afraid this vacation has been full of ups and downs for me. Dealing with things of months past and realizing my childhood is slowly falling away. The best years of my life were spent in Florida with Addie and I am so grateful. People would probably say i feel to much, i care too much, i hold on way too long, and I can't bring myself to let go of the dearest things in my heart. I know people my age think that I am weird and  odd for being who I am. I just would rather keep to myself than be with those awful mean people who think they are so wonderful. If I ever wanted to be the slightest popular, I would have to change myself and I am not willing. Never would I alter who I am becoming to be well liked by people whose opinions don't matter.
I was up extremely late last night scribbling away. I couldn't help myself because the words just wouldn't cease to flow from my fingertips.  Here is a story for you to read, a story of us, a small story of me.

Hearts and Confessions   

She looked at him and in that moment, she was filled with wonder and a need for escape into a new world. It was a slow ache that began when her hand touched his fingers intertwined, promising a kiss, this only the prelude. It was summer and possibility was in the air. Warm, brown eyes and a pretty smile, she closed her eyes as she memorized this elapse of time for she would hold it in her hands forever. A pink tie and a gray suit. A sleeveless, blue as sky dress.
"Remember. Always remember this night." She thought, eyes still shut.

 She opened them and saw black sky and stars that twinkled as if urging her never to forget. The moon, full and milky white, put the spotlight directly on her as the boy looked back, doubt in his eyes.
"Don't let us go." He told her gently through the clear glass of the doors separating them. He could feel her kiss on his lips.
His expression forlorn, she could feel their love, their night, their forever slipping from her grasp like quicksilver. She closed her eyes and could feel his touch once more. Recapture the butterflies and the free nature of their starry night. For she wouldn't, couldn't believe what they had told her of him. "No," she thought, "Those perfect curls and that charming smile. Not him. No, not him." Denial set in like fear does as it crawls under your skin, staying uninvited and much too long. She, stupid girl, pushed away all realistic thought, settling for fantasies and kisses and intense gazes across the room. "No, no, not him. " she thought. Because he was hers at least for one night and that, my dear was... is all.  
She felt her wings grow as he kissed her hair. She was flying, soaring above where no one could reach her. The falseness of infatuation gripped her, unforgiving when it picked her up and as it threw her down. Regret is an ugly creature that lives at the back of the mind to gnaw and eat at one's sanity. She felt lost as infatuation and manipulation handed her to regret and his brother sorrow. A sad tale that hurt more than the initial ache she felt for him as their eyes caught at the beginning of the night. 
Stupid, idiot girl. She handed him the silver keys to her heart when he asked simply. Thought not upon his request, she gave him her vulnerability as well trusting, too trusting. Good intentions, maybe so, but two young people are hardly equipped to handle emotions such as these reasonably, sensibly at first.  So she gave him a perfect kiss and for this he attempted to sequester her heart and claim it his. 
"Ooh," She moaned the next day. Cloudy, not a bit of sunshine as encouragement to aid her through. He lit up her touch screen with messages pulling at her heartstrings. Hot tears descended down her face as she told him her goodbyes. He pleaded, he begged her to listen, not to set their love free to move on like a cloud just passing through. It was too much to bear.
But she took a vow that she never forget the free, fearless nature with which she accidently caught his notice. 
For it was the first time she lived that night. As he held her hand in his, she could feel the longing in his touch of never letting go. The passion they shared was undeniable. She sat alone on a bumpy bus ride and reminisced in a summer dress as the wind whipped across her face. Her still broken heart in jagged fragments, she smiled in spite.  She'd let him go, he'd gotten away, he was back to doing the same damn thing again. She was just another bright feather is his hat, a meaningless girl that gave up her heart too freely.
It wore her strength down as cousins guilt and regret urged her to meet their good friend depression. She tried to fight.Yet as the months fly away into the endless sky, she still remembers fondly of the love that lasted one day as it took her breath away.

She whispers to the wind, "Forever and always."

A Letter You'll Never Read

I'm leaving and you know it,

I haven't had a chance to see you since the news spread,

You like some other girl and I know it,

It haunts me at night before I lay down my head,

You want to design rollercoasters someday and I know that because you told me,

Your eyes sparkled when you said it, the way they do when you're happy,

I watch you out of the corner of my eye sometimes but you have no idea,

I wonder what her name is: Kate, Hailey, or maybe Leah

You hate bumpers when you bowl, I know

But so does everyone else and they don't really care, 

You have a special love of Truth or Dare and I know that too, 

But why am I thinking of these things that i know about you?

It doesn't matter anymore, I'm moving on and I never even had a chance, 

But I do know my girls, my friends, when I'm gone will make you do the "The Happy Dance" 

When someone bowls a strike or a spare you'll think of me and maybe wish that I was there,

You see, I've left my mark, a small, tiny little legacy,

My heart is whole and complete, I don't need you to remember me 

The friends I've made are more important than competing with a girl I've never met,

Someday you'll cross my mind and I'll think, "How could I forget."

You've meant something to me and you truly are a special guy,

But its funny how things change in the blink of an eye.

So I guess this means goodbye...

    Love, Me 

The Random 3 Things For Monday

hello everybody!

I just realized neither Addie or i have posted in a week! That's a while, but we're both so busy time just gets away from us. I'm not quite sure what to post about.... So I guess this one'll be sort of random. Is that ok?

1. Valentine's Day is coming up! I don't think this is the most popular holiday of the year considering you don't get school off and you don't get presents at all. But the opportunity to tell someone that you like your feelings I think is sort of special. Its almost inspiring in a way because that's the day people say "I love you," to anyone that they love whether its family, friends, or that special him or her. So that being said, why not share the love (or the feelings of liking someone)  with someone you care for  :)  But that means i have to practice what I preach, don't I? 

2. SUPERBOWL! WHOOHOOO! The Superbowl was yesterday as you guys probably know if you're from the U.S.. What kind of sports do they have in other countries?? Gotta love Google for those reasons... The Superbowl is exciting though! Last night, my mom, my dad, sister, cousin, and brother-in-law sat on our couch and watched the 1st quarter with our eyes glued. Then us girls left with more important things to do while the guys screamed at every touchdown. My favorite part about the Superbowl: The food. Yummmmmm

3. Tag: 12 Likes, 9 Hates, 1 Thing Realized, 1 Love. I tag anyone who'd like to do it.

I like waking up to a sunny morning.
I like laughing over something that happened a year ago.
I like video chatting over Skype.
I like spinning around with friends until we're dizzy and flat on the floor laughing our heads off.

I like doing "The Happy Dance" every time something good happens.

I like eating cheesecake at midnight.

I like singing along with the radio.
I like howling with my puppy until everyone tells us to stop.

I like finding pictures from 3 years ago.

I like blue eyes on anyone.

I like daydreaming.

I like believing that some day things will change.

I hate fighting with people.

I hate that feeling when you know the guy you like is smitten with someone else.

I hate procrastinating

I hate crying myself to sleep.

I hate letting fear hold me back.

I hate when someone lets you down.

I hate feeling trapped.

I hate it when books have bad endings.

I sometimes hate myself.

Today I realized that books are one kind of best friends.

I love loving Love. Is that cheesy?

Let It Go

I'm scared, wonder if I'm prepared

My hands are shaking as they ache,

All too much too soon to take

Concentration has fled me, my mind is wandering all about,

I want to get up from this desk and shout "I'm through!"

I'm done with this, I'm done with you.

I'm done with boys, I'm too old for toys,

I'm done with getting older,

I'm through with fear and humiliation,

I'm done with tears and my failing patience

I'm done with Love and all its troubles,

I'm through with hills, it feels I'll never reach the bottom,

I'm done with math, go solve all your own problems,

I'm done pretending we're still friends, you let us go, you let it reach the end,

Used to shop til we'd drop, we'd laugh and cry,

You made me feel alright when no one else could.

You let go, try as hard as I did to repair, you waved me off, now I'm in despair,

I'm done with trying and I'm done with crying,

I'm through with caring, what's the point of verbally sharing if no one listens?

I'm done with not knowing who I am, you say you care, but do you truly understand?

I'm in pain, I'm at a loss, and I know its my fault,

Fictional characters droping dead, God knows why it sent me over the edge,

This boy died, it wasn't fair, he suffered, but no one cares, he wasn't real

I'm through with not understanding how I feel,

i'm through with this roller coaster, calm down, take it slow,

Don't stop, take your time, look up, look down, above, and below,

Breathe in, and then slowly... let it go.

(note: if you've gotten to the bottom of this post,

thank you for enduring my terrible poetry...

and thank you for your sweet comments on my last post)

    

“Music speaks what cannot be expressed, soothes the mind and gives it rest, heals the heart and makes it whole, flows from heaven to the soul.”

   

Hey there,

uugh, I'm going through a stressful time and I'm finding music is the only thing thats soothing aside from going to church. Its the only thing that makes me feel like everything really will be ok. I want to spend forever sitting at my piano playing my heart out until the left side of my brain is dizzy lol. I'm scared, I'm nervous, I'm hopeless, I'm sad, and I'm happy. How can a person be all of those things at once? Hormones. There's a always scientific answer, huh? So, I'm going to focus more on music than on how i'm feeling. Then when I get up from my piano bench, I'll feel better and whole again.
Anyway, the point of this post is that music is so many things for so many different people. I love it so much, no matter what kind really. What does music mean to you?



“Music is enough for a lifetime, but a lifetime is not enough for Music."



"Music is what feelings sound like"




"People haven't always been there for me, but music always has."-Taylor Swift

 

"Music is love in search of the word."

Winter is on my head, but eternal spring is in my heart.

Hello everybody,

Uugh, Winter is cold and wet and snowy and damp and chilly and windy and it feels as if its getting the best of me. New Years resolutions are trying to be kept, papers are being written, and every little snowflake that falls counts. But by morning after the snow has fallen, our little white blanket has gone and leaves a large brown patch in its place. Christmas is over, the tree has been put away until next year's joy finally comes round again. The happiness and anticipation of Christmas and Advent has fled, school is back in session, and our 100 mile per hour lives have started up once again. Christmas is a busy time, yes, but it seems we all slow down at some point to admire the Tree, to hang the stockings, and to play a small bit of Christmas music. Much to my dismay, it gets on my nerves. I'm generally a happy person, but the music just.... is a bit too happy. Even through Christmas joy.
Why am I talking about Christmas two weeks later? I don't really know, I guess I'm wishing I could go back. Confusion has set in, whereas I wasn't thinking about it before during the holidays. Now as I write this, I look out the window and wonder how my friends are doing. I"ll see them tomorrow of course, but part of me wants to see him and part of me doesn't. Its complicated, and I don't know how the heck I feel. It sucks you know?
Whereas your friends have boyfriends, they've overcome the nervousness, the feeling of not knowing what to do or what to say. Where do you put your hands when your talking to him? At your sides, in front of you, behind you? How long do you keep eye contact? What do you do when he comes to sit next to you? When his eyes sparkle, how do you hold on to what you were about to say before you got distracted by them? They're brown, they're blue, they're green, they're gorgeous. The guy's eyes matter a lot to me for some reason. What do you do when he smiles at you? Or when he laughs? You're distracted and you laugh too late and it ruins the moment. How do you avoid that? When you're nervous and he brushes your arm or touches your hand and you flinch, what does he think? Does it bother him, does he see that I'm nervous? He tells me what he wants to be when he graduates high school, when he goes to college. Does he tell all of his  friends this? Am I just making the fact he told me, special?
At first, he talks to me like he's bored, but I didn't start the conversation. Then he brings up another subject, and our friends join in. I laugh, so doe he, why am I paying such close attention? I"m not supposed to, I don't like him. I promised myself I didn't, that I wouldn't. And I won't, but does it count as liking him if I think about him after I see him? He doesn't like me, I know he doesn't. Someone told me who he likes, but I can't get over his eyes. I just can't stop remembering how they sparkled. The verse, "This night is sparkling, don't you let this go. I'm wonder struck, blushing all the way home. I'll spend forever wondering if you knew I was Enchanted to meet you." resounds in my head. Am I being dramatic? Have you even read this far after you probably got bored up there, after my ramblings? Are my questions getting on your nerves yet? Because its ok, they're getting on mine and I'm the one typing them. Why can't God just give me the answers to these questions? Why, oh why, must I figure them out for myself? At this point, Algebra is easier to dissect and solve.

 You can't help the way you feel.

I love to dance in the snow.

And wear turquoise mittens.



please don't be in love with someone else



Please don't have somebody waiting on you.

Imagination is a Gift to be Used

Hey guys!

So I thought I'd do a post since I haven't done one in a few days!

It's funny, I was checking out different blogs people recommended and I've come across 2 awards that I made like 8 months ago! It was rather cool I have to admit, that they're still circulating. The rules have been changed and customized to how other people think they should be done and I love it when people go wild with their imaginations. Why did God give us imagination if we were never supposed to use it? I think it should be taken advantage of at any given opportunity.

I guess there's really no point to this post, but I'm gonna link some bloggies that I think are very creative and imaginative and deserve to be recognized. So here they are:

Bug Being Bug

Pigs Flying

A Little Bit of Randomness

~With Love and Kisses~

Random Rawr

Just Another Wide Eyed Girl

Simplistic Intentions

Just Another Little Blog of Epic 7 Things

Go read their stories will you?

Chapter 1: The Friendship Challenge

Hey everybody its Gabrielle!

Addie and I have decided to come up with a 7 Day Challenge! There are a lot of challenges going around such as this, so we thought we'd make up our own. Its called The 7 Day Friendship Challenge!

Day 1~ Tell who your best friend is and describe them
Day 2~ Tell what the craziest thing you've ever done with your best friend is
Day 3~ Tell a quote or song that describes your friendship perfectly
Day 4~ Tell of a fight you once had with your best friend
Day 5~ State 5 things you and your best friend have in common
Day 6~ Tell of an inside joke between you and your best friend
Day 7~ Tell of your favorite memory with your best friend

Without further ado, I shall start the challenge!

Day 1~ Tell who your best friend is and describe them

Well obiviously Addie is my best friend and I freaking love her! Check at the bottom of the Quotes list on the left sidebar. <---  I said that the other day, and it inspired us to have a quotes section. As for describing Addie, she has curly brown hair that i love love love, I wish had really curly hair. And she also has freckles, i think freckles are so cute! I guess after knowing her for 4 years, I love pretty much everything about her because she's my best pal and I don't know what I'd do without her :)

So that wraps up this post, I hope you do the challenge and its brings that happy feeling of nostagia back to you :) God bless you and your bestest pal!!




This looks just like us



Our Story is long, and baby we're only to the Prologue

Helllooo!

Welcome to our new blog! I'm Addie and I'm Gabrielle, take a peek at the few paragraphs about us to your left! Where do we begin writing? I dunno, but I guess I'll (Gabrielle) start from the beginning....

Once upon a time, in a very hot and humid place, there were two girls named addie and gabrielle. One had curly brown hair and one had straight black hair. They were both homeschooled and one day met at a meeting at the skate park. Somehow, by odd circumstances, they both ended up in a hospital waiting room together. They talked a bit, but later they yarn shopping because Addie was a genius at knitting. They joined a knitting club and talked more and more. Addie had a Build-a-Bear birthday party that year and invited Gabrielle! She was thrilled! Whaddaya know, they discovered that they both loved stuffed animals, build-a-bears in paticular. From then on, they had sleepovers and created games intertwining their famlies of stuffed friends. Annabelle and Jake, 2 snow leopards started it all. But that in of itself, is a long story and it will be saved for another day.

The girls grew out of stuffed animals and their beloved 'bears, but soon they discovered music and Taylor Swift. The obsession of country music became the new big thing for them. And to this day it still is. The girls have grown up a bit, changed a lot, but still remain the same. Sure, one could tell you all the stories in one jumble of sentences, but whats the fun in that? There will be times of sadness and utter happiness to come, memories will emerge, and songs will be sung, but just you wait, our story's only begun.

Lol, this is just the prologue. Sorry for that whole third person thing up there, it just added to thte story riight? Maybe just in my head, but whatever. And there you have it, the beginning of us.