January 2011
2 posts
When you hug a boy and they pick you up.
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December 2010
3 posts
hello to my fourteen followers. i created a new blog. its called “i need a place” url: ineedaplace.tumblr.com follow me? i’ll tumble more. i promise.
XOXO
Char
November 2010
1 post
I hate that feeling in your gut that you get when you think about things. That feeling that just wont go away, that you know will put you in a bad mood. I hate it when things happen that set you off and make you miss things that are great. I hate it.
October 2010
1 post
September 2010
3 posts
“neither of us have anything to tell. i because i conceal nothing. and you...”
– sense & sensibility (via caley27)
WatchShall we? Let’s shall…
my new blog:...
August 2010
12 posts
august 21st
writing the date is shocking. august 21st. woah. where in the world did the summer go. last night I had a dream and it felt a little bit like the Christmas carol. i got to go back, to see the whole summer in front of me, hut couldn’t say a word. each time I should have or would have done something, but didn’t, or wished I had walked home a little slower, or seeing the little...
august 17th
i woke up this morning to a knocking on my bedroom door. groggy and sleepy-eyed i lifted myself out of bed and let my fingers fall on the latch. the white washed door slowly creaked open to reveal a man dressed in all yellow. he was tall and skinny, with high stockings and a yellow top hat, he took me by the arm, held onto my elbow tight and i was whisked away. the next thing i knew i was thrown...
august 16th
today it was raining. the sky was overcast all morning and i couldn’t see the blue of the sky from between the clouds, like some mornings when there is still hope for the afternoon. i took my bike into town, the gears tight going up the hill stage harbor road. town wasn’t very busy. the tourists were enjoying the ins and outs of their rental houses and hotel rooms, or still sleeping,...
august 12th
i feel like in the summer you are yourself more than ever. during the year there is work weighing you down, a schedule restricting what you want to be doing, and stress coming at you from every direction, but in the summer there is none of that, and you can do what you want to do how you want to do it, and for the most part, nobody is stopping you. i love to bake. this spring one day when i was...
august 11th
an excerpt from my favorite book: the last of the really great whangdoodles:
He unfurled his umbrella with a flourish and opened it over his head. Large yellow butterflies were painted all over the clear plastic.
“Allow me to escort you,” he said, and walked quickly towards the gate of the zoo.
Lindy fell into step beside him. “I love your umbrella,” she said...
august 10th
chatham has changed for me, since i was little. it used to be about toys and the trampoline and the mill pond, but now its about getting out of the house, seeing other towns, and other sights- discovering new things. no longer can i be kept busy by art projects and painting shells day after day. it’s not that anything has lost its magic, but here where i’m comfortable in this town its...
august 9th
there is something differnt about night time in chatham than anywhere else in the world. it could be the salty humidity that lingers in the air all the way through the night or the fact that the temperature stays in the 70s until you hit your pillow, but to me the magic of it seems inexplicable by science.
the stars in the sky are everywhere the same all over the world. what changes them is...
august 8th
waking up this morning i took a few minutes for me to figure out where i was. i felt the pillow beneath my head and my mind flashed through waking up in paris, in the alpes, in westport, and then the light seeping in from behind the shades and the clatter of fishing rods reminded me i was in my little white room in cape cod.
the hot air fell around me, and i could feel the sun burning the back of...
august 7th
i sometimes get the feeling, when i come back to places that i know, after travels of some sort, that i just know where i am. the streets are in my shoes, and i can safely put myself on autopilot. arriving in chatham today, a wave of that feeling fell over me. its comforting to know where you are, but the comfort and casualty in which i can live is strange after being away in an unknown place for...
June 2010
1 post
“The voyage of discovery is not in seeking new landscapes but in having new eyes”
– Marcel Proust