Saturday, January 30, 2010

Paper Heart

I just saw the film Paper Heart starring Charlyne Yi and Michael Cera. I'm still not sure as to whether it was a documentary or not...but anyhow, it's a cute movie. It's a film about Charlyne who goes on a trip across America interviewing people about the subject of love.

I find Michael Cera really interesting..I haven't seen all of his film, only this, Juno, and Superbad but I can't decide whether he's a really good actor...or if that's just how he is?
I have to admit, he's quite adorable, but...he's not just cute. There seems to be a lot more to him than that.

So, anyway, watch this movie. It's quite...heartwarming...in the sense that you can fully understand the characters. I'd love to hear what you think.

Friday, January 22, 2010

Blood On Our Hands

Can this just be considered a sort of journal from now on? I'm sorry, but I never really saw what I wrote as poetry, not that I'm not grateful for the wonderful comments I received, but I won't always be able to express myself in that way.

I never really thought other people were going to read what I say...

I don't really know why I have two blogs now either.

Sometimes there's just so MUCH emotion in me, words can't even describe how I feel!
Of course I know that happens to everyone...

But right now I just want to say
thanks, for sparing a few moments of your life to look at my blogs,
and I'm terribly sorry that they're complete shit.
I am not looking for sympathy or empathy, this is coming from as if no one else will be reading this, as are all the my other posts.

So, I hope you enjoy the rest of your day!

Saturday, January 2, 2010

Feel.


Standing,
my feet standing on the cold sand.
The light wind...gently blowing...
I can feel it wisping through my hair ever so slightly...
skimming delicately past my skin,

While I stand.
In the cold sand.

Staring

at the waves rolling in...

As the sun breaks way
through the clouds.

And I stand.

Basking in the glorious sunlight.

Soaking up as much hope as possible...

Love always,
Wallflower.

P.S. You are my sunshine.