Discovered in 1959 at the New York toy fair. Mattel's iconic creation. Barbie.
Sculptured with her big boobs, incredibly tiny waist and shiny blonde hair.
TURNS 50!
January 31, 2009
oh my..
Discovered in 1959 at the New York toy fair. Mattel's iconic creation. Barbie.
Sculptured with her big boobs, incredibly tiny waist and shiny blonde hair.
TURNS 50!
January 21, 2009
all nighttear
tears at 2am...
sometimes make you fall more in love with a person...
an
unimaginably
peculiar
utterly
phenomenal
incredibly
insane
love.
sometimes make you fall more in love with a person...
an
unimaginably
peculiar
utterly
phenomenal
incredibly
insane
love.
January 20, 2009
speak?
when you see someone you care deeply about. love.
walking away from you.
you instantly think they wont come back.
whether your speech was the stimulant.
or their actions your urge.
it does not matter after they've walked away from you.
looked straight into your soul.
and turned their back.
you sit. alone.
head in hands, supporting it from falling onto the table in front of you.
which would in turn knock you out because your head is this heavy.
you kind of wish for a moment it did,, so you wouldn't feel so helpless.
or even better you sit there literally holding your head up, keeping your chin from dropping.
embarrassing you in front of the unsuspecting public, moments from bursting out in tears.
soon.. you grab a hold of yourself. or more literally you pick yourself up.
off the chair that for a short while you were some how super glued to.
unable to move an inch.
thoughts distance, as legs move one after the other.
faster each second without you instructing them to.
surroundings blur into nothing, not one face was clear.
because of the faces, there was not the one i was looking for.
as i roamed for his.
wounded, and troubled in his state.
i found it..
i staggered to continue to him.
pausing a fraction. uncertain.
almost completely gone.
he felt.
today he wasn't going to turn back.
my eyes clued to his path.
not ever wanting to see him walking down it.
without me.
my mouth silenced.
terrified to speak again.
my pulse missing from my being.
my hand took hold of his.
so neither would stray.
or ever float away.
my apology. my love.
walking away from you.
you instantly think they wont come back.
whether your speech was the stimulant.
or their actions your urge.
it does not matter after they've walked away from you.
looked straight into your soul.
and turned their back.
you sit. alone.
head in hands, supporting it from falling onto the table in front of you.
which would in turn knock you out because your head is this heavy.
you kind of wish for a moment it did,, so you wouldn't feel so helpless.
or even better you sit there literally holding your head up, keeping your chin from dropping.
embarrassing you in front of the unsuspecting public, moments from bursting out in tears.
soon.. you grab a hold of yourself. or more literally you pick yourself up.
off the chair that for a short while you were some how super glued to.
unable to move an inch.
thoughts distance, as legs move one after the other.
faster each second without you instructing them to.
surroundings blur into nothing, not one face was clear.
because of the faces, there was not the one i was looking for.
as i roamed for his.
wounded, and troubled in his state.
i found it..
i staggered to continue to him.
pausing a fraction. uncertain.
almost completely gone.
he felt.
today he wasn't going to turn back.
my eyes clued to his path.
not ever wanting to see him walking down it.
without me.
my mouth silenced.
terrified to speak again.
my pulse missing from my being.
my hand took hold of his.
so neither would stray.
or ever float away.
my apology. my love.
January 7, 2009
something sweet
when you do something nice for somebody you care about
to make them smile
it in turn makes you smile.
=)
to make them smile
it in turn makes you smile.
=)
January 4, 2009
twister
Beethoven once wrote
My heart is full of so many things to say to you - ah - there are moments when I feel that speech amounts to nothing at all - Cheer up - remain my true, my only treasure, my all as I am yours
My heart is full of so many things to say to you - ah - there are moments when I feel that speech amounts to nothing at all - Cheer up - remain my true, my only treasure, my all as I am yours
January 2, 2009
January 1, 2009
aim 4 stars
my best friend awe's through the telephone line.
telling 'me' how nice i am,, how i brought tears to her sparkling eyes.
speaking of stories and love essentials and difficulties.
at this time of year..
two wandering minds, lone soles tonight and free emotions.
smiling sunshine is she. on every one's cloudy days.
me + she = (us) the perfect balance and level of cool.
the graceful ballerina
who i swear lives a double life!! ;)
the nicest person i know. honestly. she hasn't got an evil bone in her striking skeletal frame.
the original hippie garden child, with flowers in her hair.
protector of pollution and mender of hearts.
happy drinking concoctions or candels and blankets.
cubby house making fight club friend.
this peanut enjoys composing the most amazingly mezmerizing sounds and motions.
the heart of a peacful child.
i miss she.
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