Whatever Lola wants, Lola gets.
And little man, Lola wants you.
She’s a good girl, loves her mama, Loves Jesus, and America too. She’s a good girl, crazy ‘bout Elvis, Loves horses, and her boyfriend too. She’s everything I’m not, but yet, I’m free falling.
The caged bird sings with a fearful trill of things unknown but longed for still and his tune is heard on the distant hill for the caged bird sings of freedom.
I am the girl who lived on nothing but lemonade.
The world is full of kings and queens, who’ll blind your eyes and steal your dreams.
Pale face. Breathing in the snowflakes. Burnt lungs, Sour taste. Light’s gone, Day’s end.
Roommates isn't going to happen.
At least, not delicately and with class. I predict fighting.
When you're holding a hammer,
Everything looks like a nail.
I'm coming home.
I could hurt someone like me, Out of spite or jealousy. I don’t steal and I don’t lie, But I can feel and I can cry. A fact I’ll bet you never knew. But to cry in front of you, That’s the worst thing I could do.
There’s a position that’s rightfully mine.
We all carry these things inside That no one else can see They hold us down like anchors They drown us at the sea.
Frost is melting.
Lions have taken over, and now there’s a love sized hole, right above my heart.
People always leave.
They come, they go, they leave pain in their wake. Do people intend on hurting others? Do they wake up in the morning, the first thought swarming in their mind that they’re going to ruin something fragile, something perfect? Do they realize, that even if they’re hurting, that hurting themselves isn’t just going to affect them, but the repercussions will destroy everyone around...
Wedding | Self Para
Skye walked into the church, behind Ivy, Jules and Kaylee. As she stepped into the building, she heard the organ start up with the wedding march, and her heart quickened. Skye turned her head, calming a bit when she felt her Uncle Alan reach for her hand. “You look beautiful.” He said, smiling proudly. Skye squeezed his hand nervously, “Thank you for being here.” She said back, looking over to the...
Calling the parents| Self Para
Skye sat on her bed, Ethan beside her. They’d been talking for a bit, and they’d come to the decision that it was time to tell her parents. They had put it off long enough, and now, with two days left until they left for Scotland, it was time to do it. Skye picked up her phone, dialing her mother’s number in Venice first, while Ethan watched silently. “Hello?” She said into the phone, when the...
Valentine’s Day Skye flopped back on her bed, the sheets and the pillows flouncing up as she did so. She curled up, pulling her knees close to her chest, and closing her eyes. It was Valentine’s day, the day celebrating love and friendship, where red white and pink flooded the campus, and images of couples and hearts littered the walls. She hadn’t gone to see Ethan yet, and had found...
First off, you need to shave. Anyone who thinks facial hair is attractive is either delusional, or lying. Scruff is not the way to go my friend, and I say this with love. It’s Valentine’s day, and I’m feeling particularly sappy, so please, don’t mind while I gush about how much I love you, and everyone I know. I’m marrying Ethan, you know that, but, there’s a...
I think it’s finally sunken in that you’re gone. Your room is filled with another person’s things, and your name is off the door. Reed asked about you, I passed along your hello. I miss you Ollie. I miss our talks. You’re my little brother, I’d always help you. I’d always be the one to figure things out for you. I have Ethan, Kaylee and Seb I suppose....
The original copy of Skye's admittance essay....
Billings is more than a dorm. It’s an image, carefully crafted for generations. Just like any building, made of bricks and mortar, the image of Billings needs to be maintained. Under it’s current leadership, it’s crumbling. Billings was once an image, a group of strong, empowered young women with fierce ideals and leadership qualities. I remember as a little girl, being told stories of the...
Leave me alone. You’re the last thing in the world I want to deal with. I’ve had enough. I don’t want you back. I’m Skye Lovely, I’m cold. Bitter. Cruel and terrifying. Leave me alone, or you’ll see how truly horrid I can be. - Skye
Dear Mum and Dad,
Where are you? I know that the both of you won’t read this together, one of you will probably never see this page, but I like the thought that we’re functional enough to have a basic family to address a letter too. Ollie’s sick. I didn’t know how to tell you, or how to deal with it. I’m scared. I’m never scared, mum. Where are you? Why do I have to be the adult...
Pathetic. Really. There’s nothing in this world I hate more than sympathy. Nothing good breeds from guilty feelings. Don’t give me yours, and don’t think things have changed. Things have only gotten more complicated, nothing more. I think that I’ll always hate you. Your false persona, you’re “I’m trying to be nicer” it’s all so fake. Fake...
How could you be so stupid? Spending every night nearing unconsciousness? Didn’t you realize what would happen? You’re sixteen. And stupid. So fucking stupid. Do you know how many people you’ll hurt? Mom, dad, me. Why don’t you think? What about Taylor? Kaylee? All of your stupid fucking friends? Did you think about that? No. Because you’re selfish. All you care...
I don’t think I’ll be sending this one out either. I think I’ve come to realize that I’m terrified of knowing what people’s reactions to these papers will be. But I’m satisfied with knowing that these perfectly formed letters on this thick manila stationary will only be seen by my eyes. It’s almost therapeutic. We got off to a rough start, didn’t...
I’m not sending this. Ever. I’m scared for you. Sometimes I shudder to think what’s going on in that crazy mind of yours. Why do you do the things you do Kaylee? No one lives by no regrets without a reason. What’s yours? All I know is you don’t have parents. You never told me why, or how. I’m scared to ask, and I don’t want to push you. Please, open...
You’re actually not that bad. As people go, I’m glad you turned out the way you did, which is, nothing like me. I was thinking today, on the train back from New York. Do you remember that time, when you were nine and I was eleven, and we were still living in the Palace with Alex? It was that time when you were stuck in the elevator. It was all that I could think about on the ride...