a raw collection of words from my heart


i'm tagged! (the this or that tag)


{I just had to include this picture, sorry. It's so happy.}

I want to give a big shoutout (complete with firecrackers and colorful jellies) to Natasha from Savoring Each Moment and Neeli Vancore from A World of Randomness. They awarded me with the This or That Tag (!!!) and they're amazing so go check out their blogs :)

And just a note, they awarded me this like ages ago but I didn't have time to do it till now (I know, terrible, but I was having exams, so that excuse would have to suffice).

Hair up or down?
I'm good with both. But hair definitely up on hot days.

Dessert or fruit?
Dessert for me, anytime. Unless the dessert is a fruit, which I'm totally okay with. On another note, I've been making gluten free apple crisps like nobody's business and love it so so much. Can I just say how good it is cold or hot? It's de-licious, and so flippin' easy to make. Okay I'm done. :)

Dress or shirt and sweatpants?
Depends on the occasion. I way prefer t-shirts and sweatpants, though. Comfort is top of my list.

One Direction or Jonas Brothers?

...I'm going to have to say One Direction, just because I'm not to familiar with the Jonas Brothers. That being said, I ain't a directioner okay. But (to pacify you Directioners), they have great voices. :)

Radio or iPod?
iPod for me please.

Sleepover at your house or at a friend's house?

Just because my house is probably too full of siblings prying through cracks in the walls and listening at keyholes to have a proper sleepover. And too many little ones to be too crazy at night without bringing down the wrath of The Mother upon us (ha ha).

Cookies or apples?
Is this even like a valid question. It would be cookies, duh. *chants* cookies! cookies! cookies!

I love Cookie Monster by the way. <3<3<3 Oh, and Subway cookies as well. 

Playing cards or painting?
Neither. I don't play cards, and I can't paint or draw or do anything that requires me to portray realistic things.

I can do impressionistic doodling though. (!!!)

In a board game, would you rather be a green or a white piece?

Sorry, I just had to say that. I don't really care about the color actually. I would rather take a bar of chocolate and use bits of it as pieces (of course I have to eat it as I go, otherwise it's no fun). (But then it'll melt and get the board and everything sticky, so.)

I'll be posting updates for what has been going on these past few (silent months) in a few days. Life has been busy, fun, crazy exciting. Like a roller-coaster ride. Which I love. Anyways, have a great summer! Go do something amazing.



come back! {a guest post by laurel}

My head hurts. I force open my eyes, only to find that I'm in a white room, with beeping sounds all around me.

It is blinding. There is too much white. I'm lying on white sheets, all the walls are painted white, and there are nurses dressed in white right in front of me.

"Where am I?" I ask, trying to sit up and failing, because my limbs are all attached to beeping machines.

"Hey! She's awake! DOCTOR WHO!" A nurse runs away, trying to get this doctor.

Doctor... Oh. I get it. I'm in a hospital.

Where are my parents? Oh gosh. My parents. My parents.

The doctor comes in, but my eyes are widened, the only thought I currently have in my mind is to find my parents.

"Where are my parents?" I ask, grabbing the doctor's arm and shaking it violently. His glasses are shaken off by the movement, but I don't care. I only shake harder.

"Ellie, you need to listen. Your parents.... You were in a car crash, both parents in the front seat. We tried everything. We really did. But they didn't make it." The doctor sighed, bending down and grabbing his glasses. He turned around, and left me in the room.

"No." I whispered. "No."

I laughed bitterly. It's April Fools anyway. This has to be a joke. This isn't real. No way. A joke. That's what it is. And yet, even then, I couldn't keep the tears from coming down.

I miss them. Already.

"Come back..." I whispered.


HEYYY :) :) It's Laurel guest posting from http://mymemories.blogspot.ca/! Thanks so much Liz for offering this chance to guest post and I'm just like ASDFGHJKL. Heehee, Doctor Who. Sorry, I couldn't help it. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed it, and I'm off to Camp NaNoWriMo!


just tell me you're alright | it's fiction time (i.)

via | typography by me

a single tear worked its way down his high cheekbones.
he stole a glance at her. good, her gaze was turned towards the setting sun in the distance.
he hurriedly brushed it away, frustrated at his lack of control over his emotions and at the entire world in general.

she was the only girl he'd come this close to crying in front of, partly because she never judged him and partly because she was a cast-out in school. who would be ashamed in front of those whom were repeated cast aside, rejected, and unloved? he wasn't. she was his friend, albeit a secret friend. his friends could never hear of this. crying in front of a girl, or hanging out with a cast-out--he wasn't sure which was worse. he'd lose his position in his circle of friends if that happened.

"i was adopted you know," she interrupts his thoughts gently.

yes, he knew. that was one of the many reasons why she wasn't well-loved in school. she was an orphan living with a poor family on the edge of town. it was rumored her father had embezzled large amounts of money and died in a skirmish with the police. nobody knew who her mother was. once again he wondered why he was even talking to her. it could destroy all the friendships he ever knew. he kept silent.

"i don't know who my parents are, or whether they ever wanted me," she continued, "and that hurts."
"at least you know your parents love you," she added softly.

he looked up to search her dark eyes, not sure if he'd find envy and jealously. for him. or pity for her own portion in life. 
but her eyes were soft and...was that a hint of contentment? they were definitely peaceful considering the amount of hardships she had to bear at such a young age.
he had never look into her eyes before. at least, not since the day she found him by the stream, disconsolate and seething with rage. he'd only looked into her eyes out of surprise that she had found him. that was his secret spot, and apparently, it had been hers as well.

"some things you'll never miss until they're gone. and other things it'll take you years to realize you can live without."
her sigh that followed was highlighted with sadness and regret.

"you know if you talk in a more direct way, it'll help with your reputation in school.
just tell me directly that you want me to love my family more and pay less attention to what my friends think."

turning her eyes to hold his gaze, she murmured reproachfully, "it's not only your family. or your friends."

he was trying to figure out what she meant when she stood abruptly and stretched her legs.
"i gotta go, kevin. there's lots of work to be done." she laughed ruefully. "and i don't think you would want to be seen with me since your friends are on their way up the hill."

his friends.
sake's alive he could hear them now. was he really so deep in thought that he didn't hear that ruckus?
"thanks for the heads up, kate. i was just wondering, what did you mean when..."
he looked up, but she had fled down the hill.
he sighed.

 just imagine | ♥ it's fiction time


my attempt at writing fiction. the thoughts just flowed out and i rediscovered my love for writing.
i will probably continue this story when i find the time and inspiration :)

on another note: i have been swamped with school, and will be busy until end of may.
i'll be getting some guest posters though, and post when i'm free(ish). and a new blog design is on the way--so excited! :)