lets do this

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Do you know when they say soul-mates? Everybody uses it in personal ads. “Soul-mate wanted”. It doesn’t mean too much now. But soul mates- think about it. When your soul-whatever that is anyway-something so alive when you make music or love and so mysteriously hidden most of the rest of the time, so colorful and big but without color or shape-when your soul finds another soul it can recognize even before the rest of you knows about it. The rest of you just feels sweaty and jumpy at first. And your souls get married without even meaning to-even if you can’t be together for some reason in real life, your souls just go ahead and make the wedding plans. A soul’s wedding must be too beautiful to even look at. It must be blinding. In must be like all the weddings in the world-gondolas with canopies of doves, champagne glasses shattering, wings of veils, drums beating, flutes and trumpets,showers of roses. And after that happens-that’s it, this is it. But sometimes you have to let that person go. When you are little, people , movie and fairy tales all tell you that one day you’re going to meet this person. So you keep waiting and it’s a lot harder than they make it sound. Then you meet and you think, okay, now we can just get on with it but you find out that sometimes your sould brother partner lover has other ideas about that.

— Francesca Lia Block, Dangerous Angels: The Weetzie Bat Books (via floralnymph)

Reblogged from fecund

POEMS - WRITERS CRAFT

Roses are read Violets are blue, I hate poetry how about you? lol. I’m not sure why i picked poetry. I’ve always hated it. To much emotion in most of it. Theres so many types of poetry that to be honest i don’t really know about. But here is what i chose to do, kinda related to past relation ships i have had.

THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN NEED AND WANT

Without him, she is lost and broken,
His smile is a roller coaster,
For which this sad case has no tokens.
Those sweet lips of his drop the bitter bomb
Blown her life to smithereens, now that was her wrong
Pieces of joy and sadness
Forever lost in time
She was finally paying
For all those free begotten crimes
And all we learned from love
Was how to jump right back in
Without thinking twice
Reckless as we were
Like skating on thin ice
Knowledge is a treacherous thing,
Blissful ignorance, my fellow kin
And as I slowly wasted it all away
Telling myself how bad I would pay
I kept on tricking, I kept on breaking
Like a time bomb waiting to destroy me
He knew exactly when and where to strike
And the one thing keeping me from slipping off the edge
Was knowing after all of this
I would grow, learn and change
But sometimes it feels I never will.
And all we learned from love
Was how to jump right back in
Without thinking twice
Reckless as we were
Like skating on thin ice

You

So I’ve heard, you’ve changed. You’re someone new
But you’re no different to me
You lost me once; you had all you could need
You were too foolish to see

To me you were the rain after a drought
Compulsory
To you I was the iron prison bars
Stopping you from being free

I’ll admit, I’m not too proud of it, or of anything
Especially not you
I’ll admit, I’m not too happy you
Aren’t unhappy too

JOURNALISM - WRITERS CRAFT

TOP 5 BEST MOMENTS OF HIGH SCHOOL

5. First Day Of School

I never wanted to go to Northview but as cheesy as it may sound, the first day of school was definitely my greatest first memory of high school, because it also is my first memory of high school. Walking in the doors of the school with my friends from Willowdale was what felt like the scariest experience of my life. But on that first day of high school, I made so many new life long friends who now near the end of high school finally made me love the fact I choose Northview over any other high school.

4. Wasaga 2009

In grade 10 my friends and I went up to wasaga after their prom. Not only was it just a wild time, the experience that I got from it changed me in a lot of ways. I feel like I saw a different way of how to be when we had to deal with many scary moments with friends.

3. Grade 10 Birthday

When it comes to my birthday, I am not easy to please. But some how my boyfriend at the time did everything perfect to how I wanted it done. To top it all off, he gave me a better gift then what I was wanting. So as I got the most perfect day, it also ended with my friend coming over to my house to celebrate my birthday and get a bit crazy with me.

2. Prom

Prom was for sure a time I will never forget. I always had my expectations so high since I was waiting for it from longer then I remember, and none of them were met. I did not get the perfect dress I was wanting, my hair didn’t come out like a super stars, my make up got done the exact opposite of what I was hoping for, and I didn’t get to go with the sexy popular quarter back. But I was able to find a semi nice dress, my hair was ight and I got to go with one of my closest friends. The fact that I was there with all my best friends made me forget about my perfect fairy tail night, because I ended up having it.. just in a different way.

1. Wasaga 09!!!!!!

Now this might confuse you seeing as my number 4 was wasaga 2009, but there is a big difference here. Wasaga 2009 was from grade 10… but wasaga 09 was grade 12. This experience was definetly the best high school experience I have had hand down. This trip brought all my close friends together. I mean we were all friends and I was close with everyone, but this trip connected everyone to become one (soooooooooooooooooo lame sounded but it needs to be said). This trip, a different side of EVERYONE was shown (when your not totally sober all weekend that could probably happen). But thanks to this trip my whole group of friends has become so much closer, and what did we do there? Just got drunk and had a damn good time! I wish I could go back to health class when they tell you that drinking isn’t a good way to socialize, because my opinion it’s the best way. (just kidding Sir, I don’t actually drink)

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RANT

Every day you hear someone or yourself ranting about something different. Your parents not letting you go out to a party, your best friend picking her boyfriend over you, or not studying for a test and then failing.

Everyone does this, even me. But honestly… shut up, who cares. What was the point of us having to write this rant? So we can all get marked on how completely ignorant we are? No ones perfect so why should we bother wasting our times ranting about something that seems absolutely ridiculous and usually ends up hurting someone else’s feelings. Like come on, do we really need to complain about celebrities? Their job is to entertain us! So why are we getting so annoyed with them. WHO CARES? Let them live their life! If you hate them so much, stop giving them so much more damn attention by complaining about them. You’re the reason that they’re wiping their asses with $100 bills. And ranting about your parents? I mean yeah, you might want to rant about your mom breathing down your neck until you finally clean up your room, even though all you want to say to her is GET OUT ITS MY ROOM IF YOU DON’T WANT IT MESSY YOU GET ON YOUR HANDS AND KNEES AND GET CLEANING! Or better yet! Just stay out of my room! Or how she sticks you into a bedroom that may as well be called a closet and then adds an ADDITIONAL dresser to your room so that you REALLY have no room.

Who cares! Why would I waste my time telling all of you about things that are rude, that will hurt someone’s feelings, or that offends someone. Ranting is ridiculous. And having to memorize them is even worse. THIS IS MY WORK ISNT IT?! I should be able to do what I want with it, how I want to do it! I shouldn’t have to get marked on how much my brain can hold until it explodes! Even the best people don’t memorize their work. Even reading Shakespeare and not knowing one thing he says is better then having to trash something! Rants are stupid, sour, and self-serving. So why bother ranting!

MEMOIRS - WRITERS CRAFT

The memoirs that i am writing about are two important first in my life. The first time I met my best friend, and my first kiss. Both of these moments are more then important to me because I made a life long friend, and i got to kiss my first crush. I choose to do a memoir for two of my choices because I find it easier to let out what you have to say in this style of writing. Throughout the writers craft class, i would say i enjoyed doing this style of writing the most.

FIRST KISS

I was in grade 6 when I was dating the cutest boy in school. Well I thought so at least. He was the love of my life from grade 2 and finally grade 7 comes along and he asks me out. We were dating for about 4 months at this point, when my friends started telling me that I need to kiss him already! Obviously I wasn’t going to make the move because I was far to shy to make the first move on a guy like him. One day he asked if he could walk me home. I was so nervous because things were still all awkward and cute between us, and I just nodded my head yes, to scared to open my mouth incase I started to cry of happiness. We were walking and he slowly put his hand in mine, I felt my heart race so fast with millions of butterflies going crazy in my body. When we got to my house, he didn’t let go of my hand but instead looked me in the eyes. I was so nervous, scared, excited, my hands wouldn’t stop shaking and sweating when he said to me “you are actually the most beautiful girl I’ve seen, and I’m so lucky that you’re mine Chloe Melnick.” Before the tears could come out of my eyes of happiness and my heart fully melted, he put his lips on mine. I remember how perfectly I thought his lips matched with mine, and the taste of the gross black lickerish that he had on our way home. As much as I hated black lickerish, the fact that it was coming from his lips made it taste so good.

After that moment I’ve never taken a kiss for granted. The butterflies I got from his lips made me feel like I was on heaven, and after that i never wanted to have a kiss that didn’t feel that way.

BEST FRIEND

September 3^rd 2000, first day of grade 2. I remember seeing really tall girl with long curly brown hair. My first thoughts-well, I don’t really think I had any, but I can tell you one thing. I never thought that she was going to be my life long friend that’s for sure. Lunchtime rolled around and I was running out to the ring set to show off to everyone, when I ended up falling and scraping my knee. As I was on the ground crying, that girl ran by me again and started to laugh at me. I threw rocks at her because I didn’t find that very nice, when she started to cry. As she cried I started to laugh back at her and then asked her if she was okay. I told her I was sorry and gave her a hug, but that was only because I didn’t want to get in trouble. As I was hugging her she put her arms around me and said I’m sorry for laughing at you.

After that moment, this girl became my best friend. After all the ups and downs I went threw with her, she was always there for me just like she was that day to hug me back when we were both in pain. We’ve done the most wild, and most innocent things together. She’s my second half, and although we always act like we hate each other, my life would not be able to hold itself together if she wasn’t there helping me threw everything. She’s my other half and after that day of her laughing at me, I always knew that even if she ever does kick me when I’m down, she makes up for it ten times more after because she’ll never give up on me.

OPENING - Writers Craft

These six posts that I have done are for my writers craft class. I never enjoyed writing, and I think the reason for that could be because i’m not very good at it. I took this course to get an easy A. Little did I know how much work it was really going to be. I don’t regret taking this course because Mr.Carter has open my eyes to realize much more then i have through out my four years at high school. The writing that i have done i guess you could say was me opening up a bit. I’m not really into emotions and such, so this writing isn’t really me? but i guess it is since I wrote it… but you know what i mean. If you enjoy it then thanks, i kinda ish worked hard on it… if not then that sucks and sorry you had to listen.