November 2011
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dance
Your smile is the only thing I can really comprehend as you ask me to dance. Your hand is at the small of my back as you lead me to the dance floor, where the lighting is dim and everything twinkles like a dream.
And then you draw me close; my arms go around your neck and your hands are at my waist and I can just smell the scent of your aftershave that’s distinctly you.
“Your hands are cold,”...
September 2011
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tears
How do you know when to stop?
How do you know if what you’re doing is still what you love, or is on the way to what you want to be doing for the rest of your life?
How do you know if your dreams are right? How do you know if following your dreams is the right thing to do?
How do you know you won’t turn out to be a failure? How do you know if this is right for you?
How do you know when it’s time...
June 2011
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yours
I’m writing this because it’s so damn hard to keep away from you. I’ve tried, believe me, I have. You’ve got me under your spell and there’s nothing I can do about it and I don’t want to ruin what we already have but I’ve realized that someday I’m going to have to let you—let this—go. So I’m leaving you this note, and I’ll be waiting for you at our old spot by the lake tomorrow afternoon just...
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i think this is what they call inertia
I’ve never really noticed how the rain falls. I’d always thought it fell straight down, much like when you let go of a water balloon from a window.
It’s late at night and quiet and all I hear are raindrops. The car is moving and I see the rain reflected off the headlights and it’s falling diagonally. The wind pushes on the rain. It still falls, but not the way we think it does.
And then I realize...
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lose myself in a daydream
So here I am, listening to yet another Taylor Swift song and trying hard not to think of you when she describes boys with raven hair and brown eyes that capture your heart completely.
I’m obviously failing.
By some weird coincidence, you tap me on the shoulder just as I am in the middle in a rather impressive rendition of Teardrops on my Guitar. I snap my mouth shut and my eyes widen in...
May 2011
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i wrote about you.
I wrote about you again tonight. I wrote about you because the moon was full and it reminded me of the nights we’d go looking for wishes in silent streets. I wrote about you because the shirt you left in my room still smells like you, and if I close my eyes and breathe deeply, it almost feels like you’re here. I wrote about you because we had pancakes for dinner, and I know it’s your favourite....
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apologies
“I’ll never forgive you for leaving me,” you say, looking at your shoes. “I’ll never forgive you for taking off without a text, a message, not even an explanation.” You look at me, and I finally see the unshed tears in your eyes. “I needed a friend, I needed you, and you weren’t there. We’ve been best friends for twelve years, and you leaving like that was a slap to my face.”
It was true. I took...
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thinking
You know what I think?
I think maybe people are just too scared to be themselves sometimes because they think that who they really are is completely boring or too unusual for other people to take.
I think maybe if we stopped pretending for a while, we’d find who our true friends are, by just being true to ourselves.
I think this is easier said than done, and I know I’ll go back to wearing a mask...
April 2011
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truce
Today, he walked in to the library in time to see her sigh, push her book away and rest her head on the table. She sighed again as Draco’s eyes widened. He never thought he’d see the day Granger willingly pushed a book away.
He stayed rooted on the spot when an unfamiliar feeling crept up on him. Was it compassion? He shook his head.
Making a decision, he strode over to her table and put down...
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wait
“You sure about this?” you ask me. We are sitting on the grass, so close that I’m aware of your thigh mere inches away from mine and the smell of your musky cologne. I’m sure that if I turn to look at you, I’d be able to count every freckle on your face.
“Yep,” I reply, my voice firm but inside I am quavering. No, I want to say. I’m not, but it’s for the best.
You are quiet for a moment, then...
March 2011
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the last time
We’re all standing now, the lights shining brightly in our eyes that we can’t see anything except silhouettes of people I’m sure we probably know.
I hear the orchestra starting up, and my heart beats in my chest knowing that this will be the last time.
“So this is what it feels like,” you whisper solemnly next to me. I turn to look at you and the tears are already streaming down your cheeks. I...
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fever
The gold necklace she had become accustomed to wearing was resting lightly on her collarbone. Her hair was piled atop her head, held messily in place with a clip. She sat next to me, bundled in a thick blue fleece blanket, eyes closed and head resting on my shoulder, burning up with a fever.
The forgotten movie droned on as she slept quietly for the first time in two days. I looked at her, long...
February 2011
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should've known
We are having dinner, you, me and a couple of our friends. It’s nothing in the least bit romantic and the place is a hole-in-the-wall secret that only students in the area know of.
We’re done eating and the air is filled with mindless chatter when you casually drape an arm around my shoulders. As if we weren’t close enough, you gently nudge me so that I lean on you. I feel my cheeks heating up yet...
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assurance
I reach for her hand and intertwine my fingers in hers.
Sometimes, I wish I could tell her that she doesn’t need to worry or take things too hard on herself because she’s only human, after all. Sometimes I wish I could tell her that I want to spend forever with her, and I don’t care if she’s laughing or crying or sulking or smiling because that’s who she is, and I can’t imagine loving anyone...
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why i was quiet that night
If I was being honest, I’d say that I’m scared to trust in other people and myself.
If I was being honest, I’d tell you how frustrating it is when your “friends” go around judging you and believing their lies.
If I was being honest, I’d tell you how much I die a little bit inside each time I’m with him and I bite back the words I need to tell him because they may drive him away.
But if I was...
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love letter to no one.
Hey, you.
Yes, you. I’m sure you’re thinking about how odd it is for you to receive a letter from me considering it’s been weeks since we last talked or saw each other properly. Truth is I’m kind of surprised I’m doing this too.
I don’t know how else to say this but since I’ve only got 100 words, I’ll try my best. You’re smart, funny, witty and loyal. You’re more amazing than you think you are....
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January 2011
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paper wings
A butterfly’s wings are made up of a million microscopic scales. They overlap, forming the bursts of color that make a butterfly the beautiful creature it is.
These wings are so fragile, that even pinching them lightly between your fingers dislodges the scales bit by bit. One might think that the butterfly is hindered in flight when its wings break, but this couldn’t be further from the truth. It...
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74 days.
I don’t know if anyone else feels the same way I do right now.
I don’t know if anyone else wakes up in the morning knowing this will be one of the last times to do so. I don’t know if anyone else feels like there’s a constant looming deadline.
I don’t know if anyone else feels like the days and weeks between then and now are carefully measured. As if grains of sand fall bit by bit from an open...
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December 2010
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ways in which we could have ended up together
Summer. We’d be on another escapade, maybe at a park, or the mall parking lot, or on your rooftop waiting for the sunset. It wasn’t so much about the adventure than it was being with you and listening to the music and the silence and the beat of your heart next to mine.
Winter. We’d be together. It would be cold (dreadfully so) and I’d forget to bring a jacket so you’d offer me your sweater....
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missed chances
You and I, that’s what we are now. We’re full of missed flights, wrong timings, moments gone unnoticed and chances not taken.
Maybe that’s our story, of how our lives could never be attuned with one another. It was not on purpose; it just was.
But maybe that’s how our story starts out: how we overcame the seemingly impossible and fall into each other. Maybe we could be something. In this...
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unsure
I sigh as I lean back in the seat, elbow on the armrest and chin cupped in my hand. I watch the world of buildings and trees go by. It feels like the longest car ride ever taken.
I don’t know if anyone else is bothered by the awkward silence. It seems that it doesn’t matter, seeing as we each have a window to look out of. I am sure their lips are pursed as stormy thoughts cloud their minds.
I...
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unfixable
I can’t be sure how much longer it will be before I tell you that this isn’t working out and it has to end. No, to be honest it’s been this way forever; we were doomed from the start, I who held on for all the wrong reasons, and you who could only appreciate things once they were beyond your grasp.
And standing next to you sickens me as we try to hail a cab to get home, because I want to find...
cocky
You narrow your eyes. His plaid shirt is the only thing sincere about him.
His hands slide around her waist. He’s smiling and whispering into her ear. You know that it’s the same things he once whispered to you and you resist the urge to roll your eyes. It’s the same thing, over and over again.
It never meant anything to him. He of the plastic smiles and glass eyes. It was all smoke and mirrors....
October 2010
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August 2010
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sick
The lights are too bright. The air is too still. My feet feel heavy yet my mind is floating as if I am in a hazy dream. I feel hot, uncomfortably so. Everything is blurred at the edges. It feels like everything in sight is tinged with orange and red; my eyes feel droopier.
I drag on, systematically putting one foot in front of the other. In ten minutes I will be home, I think, I fervently wish,...
evidence
There are bus tickets inserted in the books you used to read, because you could never find the patience to get a bookmark. All those notes and letters you wrote to me are inserted in random drawers, along with pens you absentmindedly left behind. I know that your perfume still lingers on the jackets which you borrowed and took ages to return. There are numerous other things, bits and pieces that I...
stress
I think I need to bang my head on a table or a chair or a wall just pound my head in once, twice, but please no sharp corners because my mother will raise hell if I get blood on the floor and the carpet, oh it seems just so inviting because my back hurts and my head hurts and my eyes hurt and I’d just like to lie down and close my tired eyes for a moment, oh please just for a moment, because...
July 2010
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sunday morning
I slowly open my eyes to the light behind my heavy dark blue curtains filtering into the room and landing on my worn blanket. The room is still cool, still enveloped in a dreamlike aura probably stemming from my deep sleep.
I stay quiet and listen. Beyond my door, I can hear my mother cooking in the kitchen, the sounds of sizzling bacon and clanging pots and pans. I can hear strains of familiar...
you would.
You’d tell me I am beautiful.
You’d take my hand and lead me to a beach overlooking a perfect sunset. Dinner would be simple, on a picnic blanket under the stars with music from your guitar for company. You’d smile at me, smile like you have never smiled at anyone ever before. Then, when the moment is perfect, I’d close my eyes and you’d lean in to kiss me under those glittering stars. It’d be...
June 2010
5 posts
easy.
You sit across me, a smile on your face. It would be easy.
I smile back before training my eyes on my plate of half-eaten pasta. I pick at it, feeling the panic rise in my throat. Maybe this wouldn’t be so easy after all.
You cover your right hand over my left. My eyes widen at the sudden contact. I look up to meet your worried gaze.
“Are you okay?” you ask...
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he always started the day with a song.
He slept over at our house. After I brushed my teeth and washed my face, he used the bathroom to shower. Before I could even leave the hallway, I heard his beautiful voice over the sound of the water. Entranced, I stayed by the side of the door as he sang.
I didn’t realize when the music was over. Peering at me through the wet hair in front of his eyes, face flushed, I was hit.
He leaned in to...
photography
We first made out in the darkroom.
It smelled really bad. The fumes from the chemicals stayed in the tiny, cramped room since the exhaust fan was on the fritz. A dim lightbulb swung above our heads as he helped me develop the few pictures on my roll.
I dunked the last picture into the tray, and I felt his warm breath on my neck. I turned my head, and we locked lips while the photo paper seeped...
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May 2010
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dear followers,
Hello, followers! I’m Jasmine. I’m 19 years young. I believe in love.
Thank you for following my thought dump. It’s been a challenge to write what’s in my head in precisely one hundred words, but over 60 posts later, I think (hope) I’m getting better and better.
Thank you for all the likes and reblogs. I’m usually inspired by photographs, people, and stories. If you have any suggestions for...
every single time
“Why is it that sometimes, people keep making the same mistakes when they should have learned from them?” she sighed, tracing circles in the sand.
I looked at her, perplexed. She was in a morose mood ever since we took a walk earlier this evening and ended up at the beach. “What do you mean?” I asked, hoping to get some answers.
She smiled sadly but seemed to glow under the moonlight. “You’d...
lost
She was lost in a world of books.
People upset her too much. She could not trust them. She could not trust herself to trust them.
Her books gave her a sense of security. Her hands were always flipping smooth pages and her eyes were always drinking in the words on the page while her imagination brought life to it all in her mind.
In some ways, it was the perfect solution. She was perfectly happy...
listen
She sits alone on the grass, eyes closed. She wears a black leather jacket over a white shirt and worn jeans. Her silky dark hair is drawn away from her face in a messy bun at the nape of her neck. Her bangs cast a small shadow on the tanned skin of her face. She sits, ramrod straight, not seeming to care about anything.
I quietly sit down beside her, her strange aura drawing me in.
“Have you...
You shouldn't have to chase for happiness.
It’s always going to evade you if you think you need to work for it. It will come when you’re doing what you love and you’re doing what you love because you love it. It will come when you desperately need it and when you don’t need it and find that you needed it anyway. Happiness will find you in the strangest places, when you least expect it. But you will know when it hits you. When it does, it...
today
It’s late afternoon on a lazy Wednesday.
I close my eyes. The heat is oppressive. A bead of sweat trails down my back. A lone electric fan in the room tries to bring some relief, but all it does is move the hot air around.
I can hear my mother working in the kitchen. I can smell barbecue and garlic and other wonderful things. I can hear the melody of a Disney classic playing on my...
never settle.
My mother never made me forget two things. Number one was “Shoulders straight.” As a child, I had horrible posture, and she never failed to rap me on the back whenever I slouched. Number two was “Never settle.” Ever.
It is the second that I remember now, as I face you. Two years is a lot to throw away, but I realize my mother is right. Maybe I deserve better.
“You can never make me happy if you...
April 2010
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rainy days.
Do you know the sound a car makes when it drives through a puddle? Or the rustling of wet leaves on a cold night? Or the feeling of a warm blanket and cool sheets? Do you know the sound of raindrops softly tapping on the window? Or the way they blur the streetlights outside? Or the way the wet pavement looks like a watercolour painting? Do you know the smell of wet grass on a quiet evening? ...
lessons.
Mother, Father, Sibling, Lover, Friend. These titles would not be yours if it weren’t for the people in your life who trust you and make them so. They give you this, a mere word marking an immeasurable connection. It is something to treasure because it entails wholehearted trust and unconditional love. So make sure you deserve them. Prove to yourself and others that you deserve them. Don’t...
life is beautiful
Today wasn’t a very good day. I sat in the train, frowning, shoulders slumped. My eyes were trained on my feet and the floor. The train suddenly jerked. I looked up, annoyed. As I was about to go back to staring at my feet, I saw it. Framed by the train’s window, a beautiful sky, colors of pastel purple and gold and blue blending together perfectly. An amber-gold sun was at the center of it all,...