Behind every exquisite thing that existed, there was something tragic.
Oscar Wilde (via writingforwords)
(Source: kissedbyfranco)
Concept: A teenage father struggling to stay in his five-year-old daughter’s life
maybe he’s struggling with the mother, custody, or just supporting her, himself, and her mother. So many possibilities.
A Sand Mountain
“Knock, knock.”
Lily grinned, looking up from the sand castle she was attempting to make. It looked more like a sand hill to Nick but who was he to judge? He had less artistic ability in his whole body than Lily had in her little finger.
“Who’s there?” She gasped, turning towards him. He grinned down at her from his perch on the hood of his car.
“Boo,” he said. It was the oldest joke in the book and he had told it to her twenty million times, but it never failed to make her laugh.
“Boo who?”
He mock frowned, “Don’t cry. It’s just a joke.”
Her laughter filled the night air, mingling with the steady crashing of the waves on the shore. The light sound turned the heads of a group of boys who lounged on the icy beach a little ways away. They were the only other people on the beach. No one else from the town or the reservation dared to come to the beach at this time. Nick and Lily, and obviously those boys at the water’s edge, were the only ones brave enough to sit in the cold. This was the only time they had together anymore, and Nick wasn’t one to let that precious time go to waste just because of a little cold weather.
He smiled fondly at her, sliding his hands into his pockets in a vain attempt to shield them from the cold air.
“Ten minutes munchkin,” he warned as her laugh dissolved into small giggles, “then we gotta go.”
“O-ho-kay, Daddy,” she giggled, turning back to her sand mountain.
jaellexo asked: That harry kid from one direction, Adam Levine, Darron Kagasoff
Fuck: Adam / Marry: Harry / Kill: Daren, only because I don’t watch Secret Life… :)
I am the definition of crash and burn…
I’m not kidding. Look up both of those words in the dictionary you see ‘See: Anna’. Ugh! It was an interview of sorts for the Junior coaching position. I had my pick of the squads (I picked Peewee) and they just asked for my e-mail. Only I could have flub something as simple as that up. I was tongue tied and I forgot the Head coach’s name! I called her Terri… her name was Tami.
Note to self: Work on people skills over summer.
I’m normally not that flustered. I’m pretty outgoing and put together but for some reason I was so nervous today. I don’t know what happened. I just want to curl up in a hole and never see the world again…
Wish me luck, please!
Remember when I said I wanted to Junior coach for the cheerleaders of the TBYFL Bills? Today’s that day! I’m super nervous… all those what if’s are running through my head. What if they don’t like me? What if I’m a terrible coach? What if, what if, what if?
I need to calm down… I nearly backed out of it. I’m not very confident so I’m probably freaking out more than the normal person.
I’m doing Camp NaNoWriMo this year
and you can only imagine what kind of disaster that will be… So to save you the imagining part I’ve decided to make a blog to document it! HERE.
