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Oh hello. I am Christina. I'm 26. My favorite things are: writing love on my arms, watching movies, laughing, baking brownies, mac 'n' cheese, taking road trips, Disney, writing, playing Guitar Hero and DDR, milk and cookies, smiling, Audrey Hepburn movies, singing Beatles songs, cheering for the Dallas Cowboys, playing board and card games, reading books, watching General Hospital, dancing, and, most importantly, spending time with my friends.

Quote of the Moment:
“I love people who make me laugh. I honestly think it's the thing I like most, to laugh. It cures a multitude of ills. It's probably the most important thing in a person.” - Audrey Hepburn

Mood: i'm good.
Music: pretending.




Monday, June 14, 2010
drowning.

there are times when i try to block out the memories and there are other times when i can't. like now.

i was just flooded with it. the night he gave me a blue coconut popsicle after a long day at work. the night we first did our chugga-chugga-chugga choo-choo. the night at papacita's when he first paid for my dinner. the way he hugged me and walked with me in the streets of downtown austin. the morning after our first night together when he wouldn't let me out of bed and when he held my hand as we walked through stores. laying in his arms in the recliner watching disney movies. nights of talking about unicorn dreams. him wishing me merry christmas at the stroke of midnight. him saying he missed his best friend while she was gone. nights of pool hopping. the rocket slide. the night we played basketball when i first realized how much i cared about him. cuddling with him and feeling safe.

i feel like i'm drowning. i want it back but i can't get it back. and i can't overcome it. and i don't really want to. i just want to drown in it.