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Live.Laugh. Love.Write
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LiveLaugh. Love.Write. You know, I really love writing. This is how I get through bad things, and sometimes when I can feel my happiest. Please read, comment, and hopefully enjoy. Because life is beautiful even if it seems to go by too fast. Thursday, July 22, 2010. I have been alive for 6,042 days. In this I have grown,. I have made friends,. And met some of the best people in the world. I have been alive for 144,996 hours. In this I have watched TV,. Had classes, and slept in my bed. It has gone by slow.
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Live.Laugh. Love.Write: Farewell
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LiveLaugh. Love.Write. You know, I really love writing. This is how I get through bad things, and sometimes when I can feel my happiest. Please read, comment, and hopefully enjoy. Because life is beautiful even if it seems to go by too fast. Thursday, January 27, 2011. These feelings of infancy. A desire for— learning. New words, balancing. On a bike. twirling. In circles, ballet dances. Goodbye, innocent pleasures—. Bubble gum, hot chocolate,. A card game— go fish! The excitement to see Daddy,. I cant b...
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Live.Laugh. Love.Write: Autistic
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LiveLaugh. Love.Write. You know, I really love writing. This is how I get through bad things, and sometimes when I can feel my happiest. Please read, comment, and hopefully enjoy. Because life is beautiful even if it seems to go by too fast. Thursday, July 29, 2010. You are not a definition. You are not your disease. You cannot be defined by one syndrome,. But that may be how it seems. I sat there when I heard this,. Wikipedia my sole source. As I read and discovered, I thought,. This is him. YOU. Happin...
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Do Stuff, Write Stuff: August 2011
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Do Stuff, Write Stuff. I love writing. I love the swirl and swing of words as they tangle with human emotions and the inner music the words make. I write entirely to find out what I'm thinking, what I'm looking at, what I see and what it means. What I want and what I fear. I fill the paper with the outpouring of my heart. Wednesday, August 24, 2011. We think about it. Lose sleep worrying about it. Love is a promise. When we don't have it. We search for it. When we do have it. But fear losing it.
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Do Stuff, Write Stuff: July 2011
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Do Stuff, Write Stuff. I love writing. I love the swirl and swing of words as they tangle with human emotions and the inner music the words make. I write entirely to find out what I'm thinking, what I'm looking at, what I see and what it means. What I want and what I fear. I fill the paper with the outpouring of my heart. Tuesday, July 19, 2011. It All Ends Here. Thank you, Harry. For everything. Labels: i fucking love harry potter. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. It All Ends Here.
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Do Stuff, Write Stuff: July 2010
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Do Stuff, Write Stuff. I love writing. I love the swirl and swing of words as they tangle with human emotions and the inner music the words make. I write entirely to find out what I'm thinking, what I'm looking at, what I see and what it means. What I want and what I fear. I fill the paper with the outpouring of my heart. Monday, July 26, 2010. Twinkle Twinkle Little Star. Is my one star in the sky. To wish for you everyday. And even though I know. It helps to think that. We might be wishing. In your alr...
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Do Stuff, Write Stuff: A Chance Encounter
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Do Stuff, Write Stuff. I love writing. I love the swirl and swing of words as they tangle with human emotions and the inner music the words make. I write entirely to find out what I'm thinking, what I'm looking at, what I see and what it means. What I want and what I fear. I fill the paper with the outpouring of my heart. Thursday, July 22, 2010. Five mintutes until take-off folks." The pilots voice rang loud and clear through the cabin. She took her place in the aisle seat and settled in for a long ride.
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Do Stuff, Write Stuff: July 2009
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Do Stuff, Write Stuff. I love writing. I love the swirl and swing of words as they tangle with human emotions and the inner music the words make. I write entirely to find out what I'm thinking, what I'm looking at, what I see and what it means. What I want and what I fear. I fill the paper with the outpouring of my heart. Tuesday, July 21, 2009. In the heat of the night. They forgot about the children. All four of them. Lucy, Paul, Daniel and Penelope. Left to fend for themselves. And the four children.
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Do Stuff, Write Stuff: April 2009
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Do Stuff, Write Stuff. I love writing. I love the swirl and swing of words as they tangle with human emotions and the inner music the words make. I write entirely to find out what I'm thinking, what I'm looking at, what I see and what it means. What I want and what I fear. I fill the paper with the outpouring of my heart. Wednesday, April 8, 2009. The Road Not Taken. There's a time and place for many things. But there's also a time. When things are best left. These times are criticall. Or do you think.
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Live.Laugh. Love.Write: Nothing Left
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LiveLaugh. Love.Write. You know, I really love writing. This is how I get through bad things, and sometimes when I can feel my happiest. Please read, comment, and hopefully enjoy. Because life is beautiful even if it seems to go by too fast. Thursday, September 16, 2010. The cloud swallows you,. Spits you into despair,. And tear-mixed rain drowns out. The cries of anyone near. Stress sings, ringing in your ears;. As doubt controls every thump of your heart. Slowly tapping her foot. As deer scared eyes.