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BelleGirl07
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Name: Erin
Birthday: 8/6/1989
Gender: Female
Interests: Music, eating, sleeeeeeping, guitar, penguins (i like birds that can't fly.. they're oxymorons, like me), reading, movies, camping, tubing, doing random things with random people, life.
Expertise: breathing. I'm so good at it, I don't even have to think about it... most of the time.
Occupation: Student
Message: message meEmail: email me
AIM:  ChocolatIchigo73
Member Since:
11/1/2004
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| I hope this lasts forever, because I've tried to imagine years without feeling your arms around me, and it's like trying to imagine hell.
Maybe that's a bit extreme.
It's like trying to imagine the Sahara. I just can't, because I've never been there or experienced the endless sand, heat, and thirst... I just have a few small snapshots to base my mental image on, and it's unreal. Just the thought of stepping into that in reality makes me shiver and grab a bottle of water.
Imagining my life without you makes me want to hold you closer and study you again, so I never forget.
You're like Jell-O. I could survive without you, but I hope I never have to.
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| If I sat in the middle of an empty room with nothing but my guitar, my voice, and my darkness, the only sound you would hear is my pain. I don't know how to translate it into words or music or dance or anything except my face buried in a sweatshirt, wishing I could have one tiny remaining breath of the smell that I've learned to love. Combine every poem, every song, every chord progression ever written, every image, every painting and picture, every dance, every step, every novel and sound and sight and smell and taste and emotion and word and color... Combine them all and flash them together in one split second of history. That is what I feel. And then it's just empty, because there's nothing left to feel.
I can breathe the warm afternoon air and feel the sunset reflecting on my face, but it doesn't mean anything if my heart is somewhere else. I just want to run until there are no roads left to travel, no more air to breathe. Then stand on a cliff, watching the simplicity of the sun moving across the sky in early evening, and fall as the fireflies light the trees for night.
It's the last day of autumn before the winter snows, and I'm not dead. I'm not alive, either.
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| LOVE.
is fun.
COMPUTERS.
are not.
THere Is NO SPooN.
because it's in the dirty dish pan... because I ate ice cream with it.
(I'm going to keep adding to this until Tim shows me his drawings... etc.)
WORD.
is my favorite word.
JUST KIDDING.
it's
actually
shrimp
or
blasphemy
or
purple
or
frou
or
emo.
oh.
it.
must.
be.
EMO.
like your face.
ha
ha
ha
ha
ha
ha
ha
ha
ha
...
that was fun.
serenity.
serenity is my favorite word.
just for one day, i'd like my collage to be real...
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| Do do doo doooo...
I love Firefly with all my heart and soul.
La la la laaa... la..
<3 Firefly <3
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| Wow!!! I have a boyfriend. It's been 5 weeks since we started dating.
I have a tattoo.
I'm starting to eat healthier and exercise more, beginning last night. We'll see how this works out... haha...
I'm passing all my classes.
And I should really stop playing with these silly websites and start writing my rough draft due at 1:00 today...
So I'll go now :)
Have a holly jolly Christmas, and a Happy New Year! Just, wait until Dec. 25 and Jan. 1 to do that, or you'll spoil the moment.
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