Monday, January 31, 2011
Sunday, January 30, 2011
Wedding Programs Wording Ideas A Lifetime in Streams (1 / 1)
ng out a lot, when to eat Kurt Dalton from home on weekends, and I gets a bit jealous over how His girlfriend is comfortable with historical mancrush Obviously Now That They've gone from sort of frenemies to sort of friends, pero deals. Because, really
, how cool is it to Have That He gets the two of Them? Totally cool. Sometimes They Have
movie marathons (Where They compromise and choose movies That Can Both appeal to Kurt and Rachel's artistic and aesthetical Needs But Also Not Finn bore to death), Those Are His favorite. Rachel always Brings some nice pajamas with her (and I gets to check her out on sleeping gear, win
) and Bunks with Kurt on historical room for the night. During The current
mov
, how cool is it to Have That He gets the two of Them? Totally cool. Sometimes They Have
movie marathons (Where They compromise and choose movies That Can Both appeal to Kurt and Rachel's artistic and aesthetical Needs But Also Not Finn bore to death), Those Are His favorite. Rachel always Brings some nice pajamas with her (and I gets to check her out on sleeping gear, win
) and Bunks with Kurt on historical room for the night. During The current
mov
Saturday, January 29, 2011
Friday, January 28, 2011
Transcipt Of Milena Velba Writer's Block: Not again
Yes. OH YES. Big time 'yes! ".
The Neverending Story. Oh please, Do not make me watch again That Movie.
(Who Could Be For anybody reading this and expecting me to finish my stories. Today I'll update:))
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Congratulations To Marriage
ain. I miss your music, I miss your voice, I really really miss your senseless blabbering.
(I keep Remembering smoke and late nights and blinding smiles, and conversations That Went for hours, and laughing at Things nobody else ever got. I remember tiny, stupid That make no sense details, and I remember all we wanted from These Things Each Other.)
Without you, I feel all kinds of alone. Like I've been shoved to a corner, and I'm waiting patiently for Something to bring me back.
Nobody Believes in me like you do. Most days, I do not believe in myself the way you do. Nobody cares about me the way you do.
aching My hands keep for a pen, just to write Thousands of imissyous all over this.
It sure as fuck is Written all over me, and all over the h
(I keep Remembering smoke and late nights and blinding smiles, and conversations That Went for hours, and laughing at Things nobody else ever got. I remember tiny, stupid That make no sense details, and I remember all we wanted from These Things Each Other.)
Without you, I feel all kinds of alone. Like I've been shoved to a corner, and I'm waiting patiently for Something to bring me back.
Nobody Believes in me like you do. Most days, I do not believe in myself the way you do. Nobody cares about me the way you do.
aching My hands keep for a pen, just to write Thousands of imissyous all over this.
It sure as fuck is Written all over me, and all over the h
Friday, January 21, 2011
Letter Of Application For Dental Nursing
Hi. First half, here. Second half not ready yet. Maybe in a couple of hours?
Anyway, I had to post this part, or I was going to worry myself to death over every single sentence.
So, here:
Kurt is five, or six. He is tiny. So incredibly small.
And his mother (this beautiful, caring, loving woman) can never get tired of holding him.
Because there’s never been anything or anyone more sacred and precious to Elizabeth Hummel than her son.
(Kurt remembers his mother’s touch, even if he no longer can hear her voice, or see her face without the aid of a picture.)
an incurable infectious
and Illness, is What Comes to His Mind, And Suddenly I feel sick and does Wants to throw up.)
Acts like Finn
He Does not care, But I does. He flinches and Offers strained and fake smiles When He Tries to Reach Out. And more Often than not, His fingers shake a little in hesitation. Kurt
Does not Know how to react, so I have says nothing at all and tries to move on.
Tries, The Same Way He Keeps Trying to like Finn (like him the way he's supposed to,
really like him).
Because he wants high school crushes, and fumbling naivety; he wants silly prudishness and that awkward tingling sensation all over. He wants all of that and more, he wants to fall in love like everyone else and get to hold hands and share blissed out smiles, and be a little dumb.
(He gets a shove in the hallways, a once over, and yesterday’s lunch on his brand new McQueen sweater.)
Brittany can, Sometimes, Be Surprisingly insightful (Despit her tendence Generally Towards Being as dim as a malfunctioning light bulb), in her own, barely comprehensible, way.
She walks by him one day, as he's Complaining to Mercedes about this one perfect Hermès scarf Puck That ruined by throwing him in the dumpster with, and says it's about Touching What you can not get to
airily in a soft and lilting voice. Kurt
Does not Really get her at the moment, BUT then again, like MOST people, He Does not really get
Brittany as a whole.
He starts doing football, Puck (and Mike, and Matt) start doing Glee. Things get complicated.
:::...:::
At Some Point or Other, the trips to the dumpster start dwindling Altogether Until They stop. So do the shoulder checks, and the Attempted swirlies. It Would Be
The dumpster dives Causing Were not about pain. They Were, at least from What I Could tell, about humiliation, about making
Anyway, I had to post this part, or I was going to worry myself to death over every single sentence.
So, here:
Kurt is five, or six. He is tiny. So incredibly small.
And his mother (this beautiful, caring, loving woman) can never get tired of holding him.
Because there’s never been anything or anyone more sacred and precious to Elizabeth Hummel than her son.
(Kurt remembers his mother’s touch, even if he no longer can hear her voice, or see her face without the aid of a picture.)
:::...::: CHTMh the gay.
('Catch it' as if It Were an incurable infectious
and Illness, is What Comes to His Mind, And Suddenly I feel sick and does Wants to throw up.)
: :...:::
Acts like Finn
He Does not care, But I does. He flinches and Offers strained and fake smiles When He Tries to Reach Out. And more Often than not, His fingers shake a little in hesitation. Kurt
Does not Know how to react, so I have says nothing at all and tries to move on.
Tries, The Same Way He Keeps Trying to like Finn (like him the way he's supposed to,
really like him).
Because he wants high school crushes, and fumbling naivety; he wants silly prudishness and that awkward tingling sensation all over. He wants all of that and more, he wants to fall in love like everyone else and get to hold hands and share blissed out smiles, and be a little dumb.
(He gets a shove in the hallways, a once over, and yesterday’s lunch on his brand new McQueen sweater.)
:::...::: Along with Finn come Quinn, Santana, and Brittany. Which is so, so, wrong. How can Schue think for even a second that their intentions are anything less than vile? They’re obviously Coach Sylvester’s pseudo spies, and want to find a way to dissolve th:::
Brittany can, Sometimes, Be Surprisingly insightful (Despit her tendence Generally Towards Being as dim as a malfunctioning light bulb), in her own, barely comprehensible, way.
She walks by him one day, as he's Complaining to Mercedes about this one perfect Hermès scarf Puck That ruined by throwing him in the dumpster with, and says it's about Touching What you can not get to
airily in a soft and lilting voice. Kurt
Does not Really get her at the moment, BUT then again, like MOST people, He Does not really get
Brittany as a whole.
:::...:::
He starts doing football, Puck (and Mike, and Matt) start doing Glee. Things get complicated.
:::...:::
At Some Point or Other, the trips to the dumpster start dwindling Altogether Until They stop. So do the shoulder checks, and the Attempted swirlies. It Would Be
awesome, if it wasn't for the crushing, unshakable emotion That settles onto him. A twisted and unjustified feeling of pure loss.
:::...::: The dumpster dives Causing Were not about pain. They Were, at least from What I Could tell, about humiliation, about making
Monday, January 17, 2011
Sunday, January 16, 2011
Brazilian Female Contacts
MLXC :::...:::
His father and Mercedes. Those plow, for a long time, the only two Their People Who ever put hands on him. Mercedes kisses him, softly, and Takes His Hand, and hugs him, and caresses him. Burt
is Different, I just hand historical lets linger on Kurt's shoulder from time to time. For Kurt it's enough,
(Burt is Not By Any Means The Most affectionate man on the surface of the earth, But Kurt's his boy. And He'll Be damned if His own upbringing Keeps him from Being the Dad His kid needs.)
:::...:::
Then eat high school. And with high school, two t eathings: a) Glee b) Noah Puckerman
:::...:::
Meeting Rachel Berry is like Being hit by an overachieving, extremely obnoxious tornado. She's eager, and earnest, and has absolutely no fashion sense at all.
But When She hugs him tightly, all long limbs and Surprisingly strong, and tells him pleased to meet you, Kurt , I can not really hate her.
But When She hugs him tightly, all long limbs and Surprisingly strong, and tells him pleased to meet you, Kurt , I can not really hate her.
(That Does not stop him from mocking her clothing Choices horrible all the time, Because,
please.)
:::...:::
Tina Cohen-Chang bites him. No, really, she
does
.
Just, what?
(Tina smiles at him, and stutters hi
and
you look so soft and can i? And Kurt thinks she’s going to touch him briefly, but she sinks her white and perfect teeth in his wrist, like it’s the most normal thing in the world.)
:::...:::
Artie Abrams is the first boy that willingly talks to him on William McKinley, and for awhile, Kurt kind of crushes on him.
(Artie bumps fists with him, and high fives him, and, once, even offers to take him on a ride on his wheelchair. Kurt declines p
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
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find? How could I carry out my mission?
And a more important question: What if he could not complete successfully? And how would I know if they had met?
I sat on the couch in the living room, I was watching television, and experienced a panic attack.
When I calmed down again, I decided it best to wait for someone to come home and follow him wherever he went. I figured that nobody would be able to see me, because I had never seen an Agent of Renewal circling ah &I, to my eyes in despair.
V
Mauricio drove to the hospital, and then led me unwittingly into a hall of emergencies. There were mother, father and Ignacio, myanother brother.
Mom cried quietly, hugging dad, who was staring at the wall opposite to their seats. Ignacio, who was standing beside them, swallowing tears. Mauricio embraced him, and Ignacio buried his head in his chest, weeping between violent convulsions and so heartbreaking that I felt a pain in the chest that should not have been possible to feel.
I felt horrible. Horrible, dirty, guilty. They were crying for me. Strolled through my head all those times I wondered if someone would cry the day I leave the world play, and I regretted having Siquia
And a more important question: What if he could not complete successfully? And how would I know if they had met?
I sat on the couch in the living room, I was watching television, and experienced a panic attack.
When I calmed down again, I decided it best to wait for someone to come home and follow him wherever he went. I figured that nobody would be able to see me, because I had never seen an Agent of Renewal circling ah &I, to my eyes in despair.
then went to his room, which was on the second floor, looked for something, and left. We left. I followed.
was in the car for dad, so I hopped in the passenger seat, passing the door. When started, suddenly, I felt the pull of inertia by pulling back. Physics and even affect me. V
Mauricio drove to the hospital, and then led me unwittingly into a hall of emergencies. There were mother, father and Ignacio, myanother brother.
Mom cried quietly, hugging dad, who was staring at the wall opposite to their seats. Ignacio, who was standing beside them, swallowing tears. Mauricio embraced him, and Ignacio buried his head in his chest, weeping between violent convulsions and so heartbreaking that I felt a pain in the chest that should not have been possible to feel.
I felt horrible. Horrible, dirty, guilty. They were crying for me. Strolled through my head all those times I wondered if someone would cry the day I leave the world play, and I regretted having Siquia
Sunday, January 9, 2011
Aching Legs Hodgkin's Lymphoma Interlude
wanted to bring you some congratulatory cookies, Noah.” She’s so radiant that she could light up a few houses on her own; it’s as scary as it is sort of adorable (in the most deranged possible way, of course).
”To ‘congratulate’ me on what?”
”On your recent coming out. I find it most brave and noble of you.”
What? No, really, what?
“Berry, have you been sniffing paint or something? There’s been no ‘coming out’ of any sorts from my part.” He waits one or two seconds, then says: “Have you visited Sam, though? I hear he bleaches his hair with lemon.
”To ‘congratulate’ me on what?”
”On your recent coming out. I find it most brave and noble of you.”
What? No, really, what?
“Berry, have you been sniffing paint or something? There’s been no ‘coming out’ of any sorts from my part.” He waits one or two seconds, then says: “Have you visited Sam, though? I hear he bleaches his hair with lemon.
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