Writing and Things

coffee addict, compulsive reader, college student,

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How do I say thank you for this bursting, swelling, pulsing joy that comes with the feeling of knowing you are loved? The kind that makes your veins buzz and your steps a little lighter and your head swim with nothing but reminders that maybe you aren’t such a bad person after all. My heart floods with memories of arms thrown around each others’ shoulders and fast car rides and singing way too loud and ice cream and spending every second we could with each other and all the very best parts of friendship. And maybe, most especially, that those memories aren’t ending. We have so much more to go. More life to live. More jokes to laugh at. More hugs to get. More places to drive to. More love to give. More love to feel. More love to love.

Old Friends

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Missing home a little today

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How do I say thank you for this bursting, swelling, pulsing joy that comes with the feeling of knowing you are loved? The kind that makes your veins buzz and your steps a little lighter and your head swim with nothing but reminders that maybe you aren’t such a bad person after all. My heart floods with memories of arms thrown around each others’ shoulders and fast car rides and singing way too loud and ice cream and spending every second we could with each other and all the very best parts of friendship. And maybe, most especially, that those memories aren’t ending. We have so much more to go. More life to live. More jokes to laugh at. More hugs to get. More places to drive to. More love to give. More love to feel. More love to love.

Old Friends

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Song Recommendation: “Force of Nature” by Bea Miller :)

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Suddenly I’m laughing so hard my cheeks hurt and arms wrap around me and I don’t feel annoying or too loud or too much. And all I can think is, "I am so, so happy that I got to meet you." I can hear his heart beating again, and again, and again. And I hear mine too. "Love, love, love," it says. I listen, smiling.

Late Nights with Friends

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Starting Over

Hey everyone,

I haven’t posted on this account in about a year and a half. Since then, I have graduated high school and started college as a creative writing major with a minor in publishing! I apologize for the lack of content, but I appreciate the sprinklings of likes and reblogs that I still get on here. 

Now that my life is a bit more in order than it has been for the past 1.5 years, I want to continue posting my work on this account! I started this blog during my freshman year of high school, so I feel like freshman year of college is a good time to re-make it into something that reflects who I am now instead of the person I was in high school. I have grown a lot as a writer and a person since I last posted on here, and I think the 13 year-old-me who created this blog would be quite proud of the 18-year-old starting it over today.

I’m really looking forward to seeing where this blog goes from here :) I’m excited to start a new chapter. And thank you to everyone who still follows me despite the lack of content- you guys rock :)

Thanks a Bajillion!

Kathleen

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Hello, ur writing is beautiful I've been wanting to get into writing poetry but idk where to start?

Hi there anon!! Thank you so much!! Really, the best advice I can give you is to just pick up a pen or pencil or open up a doc and just start. A lot of times if I'm feeling stuck, I'll google writing prompts and just see what strikes my inspiration! There are also lots of cool books that give you prompts (some of my favorites are "I Am Incomplete Without You" by pleasefindthis and "642 Things to Write About" by the San Francisco Writers' Grotto!) I also try to write for at least five minutes every day, even if what I write is complete trash. It helps with quality and you get inspired much more easily! Hope this helps :)

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Hi friends! This is a video of me performing a song that I wrote, Never Going to Feel This Way Again, at my school talent show. It's one of the most popular poems on my blog, but I originally wrote it as a song. It's a piece that's really close to my heart and because the poem seems to be pretty popular, I thought you might like the song version :) The words are slightly different, but the lyrics are still completely original. My voice is a little shaky because I was really nervous during this performance, and it's taken me six months, but I finally worked up the nerve to share it on Tumblr!! Anyway, I hope you enjoy :)

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Seattle is so amazing what the heck can I live here

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I know it’s hard to wait But wait anyway Because you think that truly loving someone is something that happens But it just doesn’t happen to you It does And it will Please don’t give up on it Because no matter how difficult you think you are to love And no matter how little people seem to care There is someone out there who will The trick is that you never think you’ll have it Until you have it So please Please Don’t give up on the idea of love

You Are Not Unlovable

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Bedsheets and fingertips Closed eyes and colliding lips Your skin feels like honey dipping into my chest Too young to not care and too in love to rest Your gentle eyes that somehow still pierce That silently allow me to shed my fears I can hear your heart beating and mine seems to fly And the whole world appears right in front of my eyes

Soft, Gentle, and Free

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Things are going to be okay. Not everything, but lots and lots of things :)

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And as I lied there, all of me completely exposed for the first time, I looked into his eyes. But there was nothing malicious or jarring behind them. His gaze was gentle, and his eyes squinted lovingly when he smiled, as if trying to block out the light that had suddenly filled the room. I closed my eyes and we laughed as we kissed and kissed, and I could feel the joy echoing off every corner of the room.

New Experiences

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I've been reading so much lately and it's making me so happy :)

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You breathe in to let go And you flip all the pages Just to read the same story again Begging for answers that just aren’t in the words And struggling not to let go You hold the air in your lungs And it finally hits you The storm marching through your head And you slam it all shut and shove everything out Because you know how this always ends

The Same Story

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I hate when you're having a really good day and then something small happens and you're just kind of like "Oh," and your good mood just goes away completely.

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Love is not always long paragraphs Or flowers on your doorstep Or kisses in the hallway Sometimes love is long nights on the phone Without saying a word And not really knowing why Love is not always strong kisses And warm skin And tangled legs It can be words with sharp edges Spoken when unwanted And unspoken when needed Love is a garden It requires sunshine and rain and work And patience in between Love is being uncertain of the future Sometimes even the present But choosing to stay anyway Because the faith that love will prevail Is so much stronger Than the fear that it won’t

The Garden