mavisknightley

The things I think about at one in the morning after a little too much egg nog...

I fell in love with a geek in my very first class at college... this is what ensued.

Dating for me is like navigating a hall of mirrors. For each new person that I step before, a new version of myself appears...

One minute I want to hug him, next minute I want to hit him. ...I applaud anyone who can make sense of this crap.

*I can't think of a description for this* *See title?*

Posting the details, as requested... it didn't go well.

This would have been easier about four months ago, when everyone was wearing parkas.

I don't know about you, but my a** is NOT as skinny as Miranda Kerr's.

In the hot streets of Key West... I was 21.

Wrote this for creative non-fic; due on Wednesday, could really use any and all feedback! Story of love and skinny dipping and speeding tickets, oh my

A musing on grief.

Thoughts the morning after.

a short narrative about what i've learned after abuse. you don't have to repeat the patterns you grew up with.