11 people.
some of these are painfully obvious, but feel free to guess if you like.
01. the idea of your crazy family got lost somewhere in the back of my mind, and they (and you) have somehow become my crazy family. not in the posession sort of way, but in the way in which i feel that i truly belong; i'm myself when i'm with you. i'm able to be that crazy, insane, generally loud and overly stupid kind of girl that you know i'm so fond of being, and i couldn't do it without any of you. but you -- just you -- you're my best friend, my partner-in-crime, and my co-defender of the beauty of slash and other various nefarious things (and co-spreader of good but pretentious indie music). never stop dancing and singing through the halls, crazy girl. i'm proud to call you a friend.
02. you know, it's been over two years since i've seen those movies, and that would generally give a girl reason to hate you, but i can't. not even that -- i won't. you're too radically cool to hate, and secretly, i wish i could be more like you.
03. blue hair suits you very nicely, you handsome thing, you. i wish we talked more.
04. you blow me away with your artistic ability. painting, sketching, expressing yourself in a very verbal manner -- it's all artistic because you do it. sometimes i wonder if your life isn't just a painting you've done and set into motion.
05. we don't talk like we used to, and i miss it. i miss the stupid hours-long conversations we'd have about absolutely nothing at all, and the way we used to be able to talk about anything that we wanted to talk about without mention of one of our her's slipping in, and then everything going silent. i wish things were better for you, and that you were happier, because i truly love you; you deserve happiness.
06. i'm jealous of you. honestly. you probably don't know it, and maybe never will, but i am. you're intelligent and funny and pretty to boot, and you make it all look so easy, sometimes, even though i know you have your bad days. i'm glad, sometimes, just to be vaguely in the proximity of something you've written, because it's all art, and it's all worth reading.
07. the 22nd day of our birthday month, like every other day of every other month, reminds me that it's true. cara macree.
08. i always wanted an older sister who was like you.
09. i fangirl you, in that quiet, never-comments, rereads over and over and over kind of way. i know you're my age, or close to it, and i don't understand how someone can become that utterly brilliant in such a short lifetime. i think you were born inherently genius, perhaps -- it's the only way to explain it.
10. i miss being able to hang out with that sweet girl i sang a song for, once. work and school take all of your time away, and mine, but let's do something soon. let's be crazy together.
11. are you really there? some people think so, but i have my doubts.
01. the idea of your crazy family got lost somewhere in the back of my mind, and they (and you) have somehow become my crazy family. not in the posession sort of way, but in the way in which i feel that i truly belong; i'm myself when i'm with you. i'm able to be that crazy, insane, generally loud and overly stupid kind of girl that you know i'm so fond of being, and i couldn't do it without any of you. but you -- just you -- you're my best friend, my partner-in-crime, and my co-defender of the beauty of slash and other various nefarious things (and co-spreader of good but pretentious indie music). never stop dancing and singing through the halls, crazy girl. i'm proud to call you a friend.
02. you know, it's been over two years since i've seen those movies, and that would generally give a girl reason to hate you, but i can't. not even that -- i won't. you're too radically cool to hate, and secretly, i wish i could be more like you.
03. blue hair suits you very nicely, you handsome thing, you. i wish we talked more.
04. you blow me away with your artistic ability. painting, sketching, expressing yourself in a very verbal manner -- it's all artistic because you do it. sometimes i wonder if your life isn't just a painting you've done and set into motion.
05. we don't talk like we used to, and i miss it. i miss the stupid hours-long conversations we'd have about absolutely nothing at all, and the way we used to be able to talk about anything that we wanted to talk about without mention of one of our her's slipping in, and then everything going silent. i wish things were better for you, and that you were happier, because i truly love you; you deserve happiness.
06. i'm jealous of you. honestly. you probably don't know it, and maybe never will, but i am. you're intelligent and funny and pretty to boot, and you make it all look so easy, sometimes, even though i know you have your bad days. i'm glad, sometimes, just to be vaguely in the proximity of something you've written, because it's all art, and it's all worth reading.
07. the 22nd day of our birthday month, like every other day of every other month, reminds me that it's true. cara macree.
08. i always wanted an older sister who was like you.
09. i fangirl you, in that quiet, never-comments, rereads over and over and over kind of way. i know you're my age, or close to it, and i don't understand how someone can become that utterly brilliant in such a short lifetime. i think you were born inherently genius, perhaps -- it's the only way to explain it.
10. i miss being able to hang out with that sweet girl i sang a song for, once. work and school take all of your time away, and mine, but let's do something soon. let's be crazy together.
11. are you really there? some people think so, but i have my doubts.