tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70586367226424850982011-07-08T05:39:04.057-07:00dana rae.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08973789181585581672noreply@blogger.comBlogger111100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058636722642485098.post-77409259421346533622010-08-26T06:20:00.000-07:002010-08-26T06:28:40.497-07:00I haven't written anything in a long time. But I'm in a rambly mood.<br /><br />I'm sitting here in my lovely little house with my lovely boyfriend and I think to myslef - I have a lovely life. I just looked over at him and he smiled at me and whispered I love you.<br />I love this so much<br />but<br />am I naive?<br /><br />I'm 18 - ive lived a pretty hectic life, I've been through some shit things, I've seen how fucked up this world can be yet I still think everything is okay. Is this stupid of me - is this naive and silly that I still think everything is perfect and that it's going to stay like this - that everything is going to be fine all the time? <br /><br />On one hand I love that I'm so positive - that I see everything in a good light.<br />But on the other hand I don't want to seem uneducated, stupid - am I setting myself up for shock and dissappointment?<br /><br />I don't know.<br />I just know i'm all cosy and happy and I'm feeling wonderful - and fingers crossed it just stays this way.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058636722642485098-7740925942134653362?l=ofteacupsandtiaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dana rae.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08973789181585581672noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058636722642485098.post-3487391099839280152010-07-07T03:47:00.001-07:002010-07-07T03:47:45.573-07:00please remember when he cried.<br /><br /><br />i fucking love him - more than everything.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058636722642485098-348739109983928015?l=ofteacupsandtiaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dana rae.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08973789181585581672noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058636722642485098.post-86834612939117869452010-07-07T03:46:00.001-07:002010-07-07T03:46:46.357-07:00'am i your la fleur?'<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058636722642485098-8683461293911786945?l=ofteacupsandtiaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dana rae.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08973789181585581672noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058636722642485098.post-81800700294547930512010-07-07T03:45:00.001-07:002010-07-07T03:46:21.373-07:00the tides are turning.<br />i have always been the one that loves someone the most - the easily jealous one.<br />but he rivals me now.<br />i like it.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058636722642485098-8180070029454793051?l=ofteacupsandtiaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dana rae.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08973789181585581672noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058636722642485098.post-92104702402681136712010-07-07T03:42:00.000-07:002010-07-07T03:45:14.226-07:00we went to the movies - but it was even better walking along the wharf at night when its windy and he is holding my hand - and we talk about how when we are older we will own one and sail around the world.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058636722642485098-9210470240268113671?l=ofteacupsandtiaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dana rae.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08973789181585581672noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058636722642485098.post-87814798448531550832010-07-07T03:41:00.000-07:002010-07-07T03:42:43.676-07:00we walked down the street - then got a pizza - then sat on the side of the road just eating, talking and watching the cars go past on the highway.<br />at midnight.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058636722642485098-8781479844853155083?l=ofteacupsandtiaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dana rae.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08973789181585581672noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058636722642485098.post-82449894971137338622010-06-19T21:03:00.000-07:002010-06-19T21:06:28.839-07:00'i just want you to know, i care about you, i love you - and this is going to work.'<br /><br /><br /><br />the only reason im writing these is to remind myself that this is real.<br />i still dont trust myself enough to let myself believe.<br /><br /><br />he says i think to much.<br />i think this is true.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058636722642485098-8244989497113733862?l=ofteacupsandtiaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dana rae.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08973789181585581672noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058636722642485098.post-58899320790339163242010-06-19T19:56:00.000-07:002010-06-19T19:57:49.894-07:00'so i guess your the one i care about'<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058636722642485098-5889932079033916324?l=ofteacupsandtiaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dana rae.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08973789181585581672noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058636722642485098.post-91017739708024749032010-06-19T19:50:00.000-07:002010-06-19T19:53:24.380-07:00i read something somewhere.<br /><br />it said<br />'when i am alone - i feel happy - its only when im with other people do i start to feel lonely'.<br /><br />i am noticing that i feel this way. i will be sitting with a group of people and i will be fine. talking and laughing. then i will stop for a moment and think. and then i will watch other people talking and laughing around me - and suddenly feel alone.<br /><br />except when im with him.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058636722642485098-9101773970802474903?l=ofteacupsandtiaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dana rae.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08973789181585581672noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058636722642485098.post-85466012879369264262010-06-19T19:21:00.000-07:002010-06-19T19:22:00.208-07:00i know everyone in your life has fucked you over at least once.<br /><br />but i think you can trust this one.<br /><br />please dont let me regret this.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058636722642485098-8546601287936926426?l=ofteacupsandtiaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dana rae.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08973789181585581672noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058636722642485098.post-62416368428872086672010-06-12T20:46:00.001-07:002010-06-12T20:47:11.843-07:00Please remember today.<br /><br />Today you said i love you<br /><br />and he said it back.<br /><br />please remember this feeling<br /><br /><br /><br />forever.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058636722642485098-6241636842887208667?l=ofteacupsandtiaras.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dana rae.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08973789181585581672noreply@blogger.com1