<----Well as I'm sure you all know from my "About Me" in the sidebar :)
My name is Brittany, and I plan to share my "words of wisdom with you"...okay, not really at all actually! My only plan thus far is to write. If I just happen to stumble across some wisdom then well, that's just peachy. To tell you the truth writing is the one thing that always let me escape when I had nothing or no one to turn to. I could open that ratty old spiraled notebook, fumble for any sort of writing utensil and as soon as that ink hit the paper I was free. I suspect most pre-pubescent and hormonal teenage girls have a "diary." Now I am no different nor am I original in that aspect. I too had a diary and wrote in it everyday. Frivolous entries regarding boys, and my parents and all the problems that are surely to come with the dramas you only face in middle school and high school. After that I retired the old, childish "diary," and moved on up to what we call in grown up land a "journal." Now as far more sophisticated as that title may sound it is simply the same as the latter. Although the dates have changed and the entries use bigger and more colorful vocabulary one thing is certain, writing is still my first love and always will be. So, if you happen to have read through my obnoxiously long intro then I applaud you and hope to also hear from you as well <3
Also, on a side note I obsessively collect owl anything and birdhouses :)
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| observe newest additions:) |
Here is some of my work :)
Obsession
She seemed flawless and perfect. So dainty, like the tiny appendages of glass figurines or the petals of a freshly bloomed flower. I loved her, I hated her, I envied her. Parts of me wanted to rip those petals one by one from their stem the way shingles and rooftops are ripped from structures in a great storm, adding only a cool calculating demeanor to my destruction. Another part of me wanted to watch her, study her, understand her. I wanted to know the exact distance between her eyes, what fantasy replayed in her mind as she masturbated and if her arms swung back and forth as she walked. I wanted raw, unadulterated truth. I wouldn't bother myself with frivolous pleasantries, I'd find these things out. I needed the knowledge like a junkie craving a fix, crazed and half-dead. Oh. how I'd become obsessed with this un-obtainable creature I'd never met. She'd seeped into the deepest inner working of my mind the way dirt settles into ones pores. I guess I should have known it was inevitable. An occurrence even with cautionary prevention still occurred and I was still under her hypnosis.
KISS
I have been kissed in a dirty bathroom,
my lower back thrust against the dingy sink the way his lips pressed against
mine. the only difference being that his lips were not tainted with toothpaste stains and facial hair but a hurried tense suspicion of guilt and excitement rushed into a nano second.I have been kissed on a leather couch. the sun damaged cushions all cracked and shriveled. the combination of sweat and that damn leather become a paste that binds me to the couch. the only escape is a thin layer of skin being ripped from the back of my thighs as I stand. The easy way out compared to kissing that foul, stuttering mouth one more second. The humid combination of plaque and his last meal lingered on my lips and I felt ill.
I have been kissed in a car. The awkward body language and anticipation of a first kiss was nothing compared to the seat belt strap still buckled at my hip ripping into my shoulder as we leaned toward one another to bridge the gap between knowing each other and "really knowing each other." his lips were forgettable now that I think of it and the searing pain of the seat belt rash on my neck and shoulder is now far more memorable in my mind then the kiss itself.
I have been kissed on a strangers bed. a talk about our significant others led to a connection which led to the upstairs where we found said bed. the passion was thick and my attraction to him was animal-istic. we ripped each others clothes off in a drunken madness before the kiss had even occurred. not my most proud moment. the kiss in itself was memorable but what was even more memorable was a secret I had almost forgotten and thanks to the sudden realization of what may have been lingering in said boys pants the kiss is as far as that boy got.
Also, a video just because I love my dog :) Do you think he likes Erik's dog Finnie much? :)
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| He's pretty much the love of my life! lol |
