TellitTotheFrogs*

Status: Sorry for the lack of posts
Joined: May 15, 2012
Last Seen: 9 years
Birthday: June 24
user id: 299930
Location: North Carolina
Gender: F

"All I am after all, is a life full of laughter."
My name is Tristyn and I'm addicted to television.



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TellitTotheFrogs*'s Favorite Quotes

Drabble #25 – Sunlight in your hair.

Smoke stacks line the roof and tea sits fermenting in the back yard under the mid-summer sun. Mindless thoughts spin around my head and settle like a crown of black berries and sumac leaves. The air, hot and stagnant, draws into the deep energy reserves of my body in a lazy osmosis that sucks motivation from my fingertips. Honey-like lethargy saturates the space around me so heavily I can almost taste the guaranteed regret on my tongue, and when fireflies start to dot the edges of my vision, feel it in the gold sunset glinting off of my skin.


Drabble #27 – The Work of Wasted Daylight

If these dots were stars, and not freckles, I’d spend my life mapping and studying them until they are all I see on the backs of my eyelids when I close my eyes. You swear that you love me more than space, and when I see you reflected back at me in gas and dust, hooked around the moon and eyes made of sunlight, I can’t help but think that the universe loves you more than I ever could. But, you are nothing more than a husk of skin and memories and simpler lines with a heart that never loved simply.


Drabble #16 – Wombat Day

There’s a frazzled redhead to my left holding a distressed turtle that’s releasing awful raspy keens and an auspicious cluster of feathers to my right, both seated on cracked brown leather. A small tawny-brown wombat rests on my thighs, turning in circles and wiggling its nose. I question how it got on the subway, or in America. As far as I know wombats live primarily in the country of Not America. I look down at my digital watch, it’s October 22nd. There’s a startling noise of every window being smashed at once. Hordes of wombats start pouring into the subway.

Happy Wombat day eveyone!

 


Drabble #22 – I'm closing my eyes now.

The radio plays softly. It’s on a station full of chatter and small talk, too many things to say for there to be room for music. Under the fluorescent light my skin looks yellow and thin, like the paper in old books. A bent fracture of light bores into my eye. It’s snowing, just because it’s that kind of day. A song request breaks the flowing conversation. There’s a repetitive dripping sound behind me, pattering in harmony with the piano. It’s a sad song, one that I used to really like. The person who requested it must be alone too.


Drabble #23 – Don’t let the green grass fool you.

I can run my fingers through your hair and feel the deepest cracks of the streets in Bombay. I can shove my hands down your pockets and find foreign money tucked to the bottom of your favorite jeans, forgotten and washed so many times. I can skitter my knuckles across your skin and feel the moon shining in Ireland. “The moon doesn’t shine,” You’d say “It just reflects the sun’s light.” Like us. I no longer wait for you to leave again, or for life to get better. I’ve learned to live in this moment, something that you taught me.


Drabble #17 - She Bangs, She Bangs

I’m standing at the opening. I glance down the alleyway and into the sunrise at the other end. There’s gold light glinting off of the wet cobblestone and echoes of horseless carriages rumbling down the road several paces away. Even in the early morning everyone is already bustling. “Life starts early.” My mother would say. I lean against the wooden stake behind me and wait. I’m early, but I know she’ll be here soon. I don’t mind waiting, but she… she does. I hear a soft laugh and, when I turn towards it, see a flash of long brown hair, a wink of a smile.


I always say “morning” instead of “good morning”. If it were a good morning I’d still be in bed instead of talking to people.

 

Running seems like a great idea until you actually start running

 

ok but consider this


who cares???


 

Remember when one direction was pranked and harry was literally ready to help a lady give birth