I’ve given up wishing for you
I’m going to stop searching for dandelions to blow
Stop staying up late waiting for the clock to hit 11:11
Stop looking up at the sky at night to see the first star to appear,
Or wait for a shooting star to whiz across
Stop wasting my coins on wishing wells
Stop blowing fallen eyelashes from the tip of my finger
Stop wishing for you when I blow out the candles on my next birthday cake
I’m done with all that because another girl did the same thing,
She got her wish – you.
-Poem originally written on November 30, 2015 in a notebook labeled Compositions for the Imaginative Minds.
How paradoxical it is that the person who makes the butterflies in your stomach do triple back flips, who makes you feel uneasy, and who triggers your anxiety is also the same person who can calm the storm in you and make it all go away.
I admit it: I feel a bit nerdy confessing I collect stamps.
I’m not sure how it all started, but I think it’s my father’s fault. He used to travel a lot for work, so he had friends all over the planet. And occasionally these friends would send us a letter, like this one:
Within a few years I’d amassed maybe a dozen such first-day covers, and I’d saved several hundred stamps from my father’s correspondence. (I especially looked forward to Christmas each year.)
Before long I was saving my allowance for the local stamp-swaps and mail-order offers. I’m sure I got swindled a few times (I was only eight or nine). But still, it was fun.
Then my collection sat idle for a few years, largely forgotten while I attended college and married and started a career. It wasn’t until last year, in the aftermath of The Great Flood
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1. The Cliff Hanger
“Ugh”, “FML”, “Days like these make me so depressed”
You obviously want people to ask what’s going on. About 5% of your Facebook friends will die from curiosity and cave in to ask what’s up, but the other 95% of us know you’re being intentionally vague for attention. It’s annoying. Stop.
2. The Shocker
“Going to the ER”, “Totaled my car”
If you’re going to the hospital or you have just been in an accident of some sort, you probably shouldn’t be making a status about it. This is not an appropriate way to tell your friends and family about something bad. If you’re well enough to post on fb, you can make a phone call.
3. The Private Message
“Omg I know you have your phone on you, bitches need to text back damn”, “Smh why do people have to talk about me behind…
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Freckled and Proud!