Danielle, don’t say it.
Be strong. You are not like every other blogger alive.
So what if I’m like every blogger alive?
Sorry if it doesn’t fit ur indie blogger agenda.
Stop it, Danielle. Be strong.
Strong? Are you stupid?
You can do this.
What is the matter with you? Just say it!
Be strong, Danielle! Don’t listen!
Nice going, soldier.
- Struggles to hold back tears. -
Brought to you by mr cummings, A POEM THAT EYE AP-REE-SHE-AIT
you shall above all things be glad and young
For if you're young, whatever life you wear
It will become you;and if you are glad
whatever's living will yourself become.
Girlboys may nothing more than boygirls need:
i can entirely her only love
whose any mystery makes every man's
flesh put space on;and his mind take off time
that you should ever think,may god forbid
and (in his mercy) your true lover spare:
for that way knowledge lies,the foetal grave
called progress,and negation's dead undoom.
I'd rather learn from one bird how to sing
than teach ten thousand stars how not to dance
What to do next?
Oh, yes, a picture of yourself! You can never have too many of those!
Being healthy at my school’s Health Fair.
Well, maybe you can...
Uh. Uh. Uh… What is there to write about?
Ah, yes. Interesting, opinionated, NOT-rambling.
Here is my scholarly and compelling and groundbreaking and SO COMPLETELY TOTALLY ORGANIZED seventeen-star-winning, philosopher-name-dropping, essay.
Bushido: The Way of the Worrier
Good job, Danielle.
Nice thought-provoking and intellectual-ish-sounding title.
All ya need is some content.
When I look into the mirror,
What are you thinking? This is terrible.
Siddhartha Gautama once said, “
Wow! You read your history textbook! Congratulations! Now write something!
Hmph, let’s try something else. Here’s a song!
Alright, I think I’ve used up all my tricks. (Favorite poem and Grimes song in one post! How wasteful...)
Now for life details…
Now for life details…
On Valentine’s Day, my friends and I bought ALL OF THE PINK AND RED FOOD. We finished most of it. This may not seem like much of an achievement, but (now’s where you sympathize with me—not by choice, not because I’m asking, but because I’m demanding it) I managed to eat a quarter of a jar of MEDIUM SPICE salsa, straight.
It was marvelous.
Alright! I should sleep! (or just watch Totally Spies on YouTube)
You’re welcome, by the way. I know this is the most organized and insightful post you’ve ever laid eyes on.