On another note, hello to all the IYWS peeps who have started watching me!


How To Have A Summer FlingNotice him during breakfast. He is ahead of you in line to use the toaster, and he scrapes his fingers through his honey-tinged brown hair, trying to comb it neat. Watch him as he drops the bread into the toaster and cranks the dial around to cook. He burns his toast. Chuckle to yourself and look innocent when he turns around and looks at you. Smile at his embarrassed smile, look away when he looks away. Notice how green his eyes are.How To Have A Summer Fling
Wonder.
His name is Timothy and he is an Aquarius if you believe in that sort of thing. He plays soccer and cant catch a Frisbee to save his life. He asks you what yo


Nameless Prose WriterHis hair is messy. Thats the first thing I notice. Later I will see his eyes and his hands and his posture, but his hair is first. Chaotic and a little greasy, it is begging to be combed by fingers, sculpted and teased and adored. My last boyfriend had perfect hair, blond and wavy and pristine. Daniel had learned exactly how to style it, and never once in our relationship had I seen it move. But this strangers hair is unapologetically neglected. Its a light brown, individual strands honeyed by the sun, and as I watch he runs a hand through it. My hands move in my lap as if imagining doing so myself.Nameless Prose Writer
Later on, he


Bianca PondersIn the small hours of Sunday morning, lying in the guest bedroom of Cole Pollocks lake-side house, sheets tangled by her feet and the taste of beer coating her mouth and teeth, Bianca Fret has a strange feeling of knowing everything and nothing. Ideas for monologues and scenes and conversations she would love to have with Emerson and Russell swim in her mind like koi fish in a pretentious pond, the tail end of thoughts shimmering momentarily in her minds eye. As soon as she gathers words they disappear again, and she forgets she ever had them. In the sloppiness of being drunk, Bianca remembers nothing concrete and yet cant gBianca Ponders


Camp Character SketchesFrizzy blond hair pours out of his head like an explosion. Small, puggish face overwhelmed by the sheer volume of his untidy mane. Plain plaid shorts of blue and white topped with a white polo shirt, collar smoothed down as if by his mother this morning. He ambles slowly down the sidewalk, steps matched by his best friend, a carefully intentional distance between them. They met at his house that morning, unsure how exactly to go about greeting each other, eventually settling on an uncomfortable hug. She pulled away first, much too fast. He can feel the distance between them now, stretching like miles between California and Kansas on a drugstoCamp Character Sketches
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KEEP IT REEL
Christianity isn't just a religion, it's a relationship.
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It's magnetic?!
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You never know if you have gone as far as you can until you try to go further.
Robert Merton Solow
I'm too lazy to sift through your journals to see if you have any mention of 'The Rules of Hooking Up and How Bianca Fret Broke Them All', so I figured I'd ask you directly. Do you have plans of ever publishing it?
After reading through your whole gallery, I really really really want to read it. xD;
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Funny now
You finally see me standing here
Funny now
Crying in the rain
All alone
Tryin to be invincible
Together now
We can be saved
-Lost
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Funny now
You finally see me standing here
Funny now
Crying in the rain
All alone
Tryin to be invincible
Together now
We can be saved
-Lost
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It's not about hope, it's about HARD WORK!!!!
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It's not about hope, it's about HARD WORK!!!!
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clinging to the pendulum of emotions that's life.
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