courtney.george

I'll Figure It Out Eventually

[daisylongmile]

“Falling for a fuckboy.”

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The only place I'm happy is when I'm lost

[wnq-writers]

Maybe you’re meant to meet the wrong person to discover the right ones.

pausitivityvibes (via wnq-writers)

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jumping into summer

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let me rest

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obsessed.

[whatsleftofmypoetryblog]

Be with someone who always wants to know how your day was.

(via bl-ossomed)

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The Trek Home

Going from the sky scraping, white crested mountains,

to the golden, sky lined plains is always

a too-long trek that no one wants to take

because saying goodbye is never easy.

A layover and a cup of coffee later,

and you’re still missing home.

You are still catching your breath from

the flawless blue skies and ice cold lakes.

The windblown bushes and heavy traffic

doesn’t sound any better the second time around.

What does is one more night in your own bed,

waking up to breakfast cooked by your mom.

Returning to unwanted love and an unwelcoming

“you are back” gathering doesn’t have the same ring

as the “welcome home” party you were awarded with

before you had to turn around and leave again.

The plastic blue extra long twin bed of a dorm

will never beat the full, green fleece sheeted

mattress that you have grown accustom to.

College will never beat home. Simple as that.

The shallow rivers, rolling plains and windy corners,

will never replace the mountain surrounded valley,

that I deem home. The abundant green tress cannot

trump the weathered tumble weeds stuck in a fence.

College will never be as good as home.

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PROgressive Laziness

No.

Not today.

I’m still hungover.

I don’t want to.

You keep asking, but no.

I’m not cranky, just really tired.

Please let me sleep, you can join.

Yes, I would like a grilled cheese sandwich.

If I have to cook it, I’ll pass. Thanks.

I hate tequila and I’m starting to hate these pants.

The laundry is done. I’ll fold if you cook me food.

This is love, football, poems and a hangover. A couch and naps.

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If I Could Write A Book

If I could write a book,

(which I am perfectly capable of doing by the way)

I would title it, “The Things I Couldn’t Say”

and the cover would have a whole bunch of phrases

on it that wouldn’t make sense unless

you read the book because they are all going to be really

funny inside jokes I make with myself as I write the book.

 It’ll be like you’ll be there writing, laughing,

hating on bitches, accepting the fact

that I can eat an entire bag of chips faster

than I can type this paragraph

all along side of me.

 It’ll be called “The Things I Couldn’t Say (Out Loud)”.

 Maybe I’ll write it all in poems,

or as if every chapter is a letter to the reader

about my day and how it went

and how my sarcasm got me into a pickle

today or maybe about how much

that I need love in my life.

 Who knows?

 But stayed tuned because as soon as I figure out some

motivation, I’m going to accomplish something.

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dead.

The words suggest murder, but she made a convincing

argument for the poet-loathing-girl-hating emotion.

It was an act of expensive love; she swore by it.

But how ironic is it that the girl that was left more than bruised

after her convincing debut as happy, was the one

thrown into the lampshade. Her only source of light it seemed like.

He hurt her and she made it look like an act of love.

Amazing how she could convince people

that he didn’t kill her. No, not literally, but she’s dead inside.

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tips on how to stay awake

1.     Pretty Little Liars

2.     A boyfriend who won’t text you back

3.     Really having to pee but not having the motivation to get up

4.     Have coffee after 9 p.m.

5.     Know exactly how much time you have until you need to get up in the morning

6.     Have an undying need to write another stupid poem about how I don’t know what I am feeling

7.     Turn your heater off so your toes get too cold

8.     Wear pants and socks to bed

9.     Still really have to pee

10.  Light a candle that is scented too sweetly

11.  Have the light switch be on the other side of the room

12.  Repeatedly list off things in your head you need to do before you leave for college again

13.  Try drinking a huge glass of really cold water

14.  Again, still really need to go pee

15.  Wonder about who “A” could be

16.  Think about if you could have an “A” watching you

17.  Watch make up tutorials

18.  Ignore your boyfriend who finally texted you back (the urge to text back will keep you awake enough)

19.  Plan a wedding on Pinterest

20.  Make stupid lists like this that might come in handy one day

[blogbatsinthebelfrylove]

You say I’m hard to read but the truth is you’re just illiterate

AJ Bell @blogbatsinthebelfrylove (via blogbatsinthebelfrylove)

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Based on the prompt from @writeworld

[resilienthopes]

With tears streaming down her pretty face She asked me if I could guarantee her that one day she won’t feel the need to constantly run from her fears,in a fast pace. “We are going to be just fine” I whispered, embracing her tight But little did I know she had already planned her way of finding the light. She was crumbling under my warm breath And I decided to ease her misery, by reminding her how we first met. But little did I know, it would only make it worse Because she was convinced that I was missing my chance to live, by holding her so many doors. She told me that I had to choose. She told me that if I was going to reveal my true form, I had to deal with being bruised. I shook my head, and as I tried to wipe down the tears from her burning cheek She broke out of my embrace, and congratulated me for not being so weak. Then she got up and waved goodbye, And in that moment I knew that I wasn’t going to see her for a while. And in that moment, I knew, that I owed to her not to allow myself live a lie.

This is shitty but I wrote it so yeah (via letsmovetoalaska)