Something.

I don't know what to call it. It's this...feeling. But that sounds too cliche. But aren't cliches there because everyone knows what they mean? They're there because they've been used, and while they might not be sophisticated or eloquent, sometimes you just need to use them.

It's a feeling.

You know when you've known someone for long time, and they understand you completely? They don't need to ask you if you're sad; they can see it in your smile. They could understand everything you wanted to say when you make eye-contact.

That feeling doesn't just happen.

Except today, it did.

So, who knows?

It's something.

watch this now.

in love.

isn't everyone an amateur at some point?

tell me whatcha think. 

I'm no Ella Fitzgerald, but it's fun.
(I don't think Ella was ever an amateur...she might be the exception to the rule. )

please:

step off your pedestal long enough to realize how ridiculous you are.






thanks.


from,
that one girl

five - define love, please.

Love is true acceptance. It's when all of your little annoying quirks don't matter anymore. They're just part of you, and someone thinks you're great because of them, or the uniqueness of them.

Love is trying your hardest. It's giving service to others.

Love is doing your best to make sure others feel loved.

It's smiling at someone, or offering them a ride home, or being proud of their achievements.

Love can be romantic. It can be silly and fluttery and exciting.


Love can be serious. It can be difficult, heartbreaking, and life-changing.

Love can be simple. It can be braiding your sister's hair or reading your brother a story.



Love is...love.

 

two - your first love

I don't remember his name.

It was kindergarten. My best friend's name was Margaret. She had long dirty-blonde hair. I also knew this other girl named Brooke. (She was the one who whispered swearwords in my ear one day. I remember it vividly.)

I don't remember his name.

But I know it started with an M. He wasn't very nice. Looking back, his face was creepy, and slightly snake-like. But he could DRAW. Such talent! Those are the qualities I remember about my "first love". Mean, snake-like, and artistic. 

Does that count? It's a lame story. But here's a really good song:

the battle

via weheartit

sorry my posts have been pretty lame-sauce lately. click here for an explanation. 


love, 
carlie

look and see-saw

via

Sometimes you see little slices of the world that seem to be meant just for you. 

I was sitting on my porch in the early evening hours, and the sun was bathing the world in a rosy glow of orange and gold. The after-effects of a long, relaxing bike ride lingered in arms and legs, and I had never felt so comfortable in a wooden chair before. I had a tall glass of water on one side of me and the best book on the other. I set down my book, thought for awhile, and stared aimlessly across the street at the nearly empty neighborhood park. I suddenly realized what I was looking at. A young man and woman were there, standing on the teeter-totter, laughing together. They looked young; old enough to be dating-for-marriage, and young enough to be almost-newlyweds. They soon abandoned the teeter-totter for the swing-set, and then their car. Just as she was about to get in, he swept her into his arms, spun her around, set her back down and said, "You're it!" He then proceeded to run away. She mockingly tried to tag him, but failed miserably. He was not to be defeated. She laughed, he laughed. They walked to their car, and gave each other a tender kiss. He opened her door, got in the driver's seat, and drove away. 

I love love.
-The Format 

everybody,

everybody wants to love.

everybody,

everybody wants to be loved.


-ingrid michaelson

So...

what am I supposed to think?

concerning memories

Sometimes you can't just...stroll down Memory Lane 

at your own leisure.  

Sometimes Memory Lane
comes to you in the night 
and MAKES you go on a walk. 

this summer?

tea parties

picnics

the creek

photoshoots

Snoasis

sitting on the curb

laughing on the grass

swimming everyday

swingsets

earning money

reading every book possible

barbecues and chicken salad

warm, starry nights

making cupcakes

waking up first in the morning

waking up last in the morning

playing with my siblings

constellations

sundresses

Deseret Industries

the blog

craftiness and headbands

sidewalk chalk

snuggling up with blankets and a movie

running around in the rain

being barefoot

sewing projects

eating lunch at home

finishing online classes

exercise

Tangies for breakfast

random dance parties

motorcycle rides

Gilmore Girls

surprise parties

Quidditch

the cove

balloons and jump rope

blowing bubbles

journal writing

ferris wheels

choir parties

buying a new swimsuit

French braids

overalls

sleeping in a tent

bonfires in the canyon

voice lessons

umbrellas

finding garage sales

driving around with Christian

Jimmy John's

St. George with best friends

fugitive

breathing with the wind

listening to birds

opening my window

ice cream cones

summer lovin'

fantastic friends

summer twenty-ten

someday...

this will be me.

Sunday

Today
was beautiful.

It was one of those Sundays when everything you do
seems to be lovely.

I woke up,
got ready,
went to an uplifting church meeting,
talked to friend,
and came home.

Since I finished my homework yesterday,
today was truly a day of rest.

I watched my mom work in the kitchen
and imagined my life ten years from now.

I set the table,
and did the dishes,
and swept the floor without being asked.
I wanted to sweep the floor.
Just because.

I ate dinner with my eternal family;
spaghetti and meatballs
and my angel mother's homemade French bread.

I went outside and sat on the porch,
and then migrated to the grass.
I brought a book
and a crunchy apple.
The sun settled over me like a quilt knitted by the breeze.
I fell asleep to the sounds of children laughing
and bird descants.

I went on a walk
with a best friend
and talked about summer.
We made plans.
We laughed about boys.
The wind teased us,
tugging at our hair.

I came home.
My sweet home.
Family, warmth, and comfort
waited for me there.

Today
was beautiful.

success and true love

Isn't it wonderful?

Adventure is out there!

t’s heading our way,
so grab your scarf and goggles, let’s fly!
I’ve mapped out our journey, we’re up here to stay.

A sunset is our home.
A moonbeam we will own.
My Spirit of Adventure is you!

  


Only the greatest movie of all time.

someone called me pathetic earlier today

I watched Anne of Green Gables twice over Spring Break.

Same with Dan in Real Life.

I also watched You've Got Mail and Sleepless in Seattle.

Bride Wars. Confessions of a Shopaholic.

The Lizzie McGuire Movie.

Julie and Julia (twice).

Pathetic?

Maybe.

But I loved it.

the list

buy a pair of overalls

have a paint fight

remember to be a good example for my brothers and sister

don't get too bruised

go roller blading

earn some cash

do something crazy

make a new friend

pretend I'm from the forties

pretend I'm from the fifties

relax

study for the ap u.s. history test

read my books

write some poetry

call an old friend

get over past wrongs

spend quality time with my journal

own a fish

pass math

consider cropping my hair short

remember that I can't crop my hair short

wish I was cool enough to crop my hair short

go fabric shopping

cook something fantastic

go on a camping trip

learn Clair de Lune

Also, I love Kiersten!

remembered

It was cold outside, and I was walking to my car with an old friend. We were laughing and chatting, and being very silly, and couldn't stop laughing. We listened to Owl City and danced like crazy in the parking lot. Our government/citizenship teacher laughed at our awesome stupidity. And then we joked about feet. We were grateful for our ability to be completely ourselves in each other's company.

It was a sunny spring day at Newport Beach in California. I leapt in the waves with my best friends and got saltwater in my mouth. We made friends with a seal and got sand between our toes. It was bliss.


The night was warm and smelled like grass. I was driving past my dear friend's house and I stopped by. We sat in the yard and talked for hours. I accidentally locked my keys in my car and didn't get home until 1:30 AM.

I was laying in the middle of an empty street with thirteen other teenagers. The streetlamp cast a rosy glow over the night, but wasn't bright enough to mask the glory of the stars. We laid there and talked about constellations and planets. Not a single car came.

I was standing outside in the rain a summer ago. I remember the sudden shifts of wind that felt as though they might lift me off the ground. Cars drove past me and I stared at them, clutching an umbrella, completely alone. I walked down the sodden sidewalk and wished it would rain forever.

frustration

it's that kind of thing where you know what makes sense in your head, and you know what's reasonable, sensible, and healthy, but you just don't even care.

it's that kind of thing when really, really stupid things make you happy. and even more stupid things make you sad.

it's that kind of thing that provides an oppurtunity to make a new friend, but the oppurtunity is often avoided.

It's
new.

It's not broken; just taking an extended leave of absence.