May 10th, 2012
How can I miss you when we haven’t even met.You, sir. My future. I know you. I feel you in my bones.My morning bones, aching full with sleep. I feel you.I know you. I know you in the way my hair fall across my face.In the way my lips meet that of my glass filled with fresh water.In the curve of my hips, I know you. You meet me, in thoughts and plans.I miss you. You sir, a part of a past life, a part of a future one.You meet me in the spaces of my mind, but not yet upon this ground I tread.I am scared you have found something or someone else.I am here. Reaching towards a future that is yet to be determined. My aching bones a matching pair with my heart. Aching for you.Aching for the content way you hands fit on my fuller thighs.On the back of my neck, beneath my hair. I can’t walk but think of you. 

How can I miss you when we haven’t even met.
You, sir. My future. I know you. I feel you in my bones.
My morning bones, aching full with sleep. I feel you.
I know you. I know you in the way my hair fall across my face.
In the way my lips meet that of my glass filled with fresh water.
In the curve of my hips, I know you. You meet me, in thoughts and plans.
I miss you. You sir, a part of a past life, a part of a future one.
You meet me in the spaces of my mind, but not yet upon this ground I tread.
I am scared you have found something or someone else.
I am here. Reaching towards a future that is yet to be determined. 
My aching bones a matching pair with my heart. Aching for you.
Aching for the content way you hands fit on my fuller thighs.
On the back of my neck, beneath my hair. 
I can’t walk but think of you. 

(Source: hibiku)

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November 29th, 2011

Coffer- This Must be the Place

Once upon a time I fell in like with a man who couldn’t return my affection. One night we were talking and he told about how he wanted to buy enough land to live on it and do what he wanted. To farm, to craft, to live just the way he wanted. His vision was partially what appealed so much to me, he had other wonderful qualities, and flaws. 

The mixture of the old timeless things with the new technologies is what make this so wonderful. He’s not trying to do anything for anyone but himself. That’s what I want.

A refuge, a place to be myself. 

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January 4th, 2011

Dear Future Husband,

It’s been sometime since I have written to you. I am sorry for that. 

Will you, please one day take me to dancing lessons. Where we can learn to tango, and waltz? I hope that’s not it though. Can we dance around our kitchen barefooted? outside of parties on the pavement? When we wake in the morning? Please, even though I can’t dance, and I am a klutz, dance with me. 

Love yours forever,

Katharine

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July 12th, 2010
Zoom storygoes:jessicachu

storygoes:jessicachu

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June 24th, 2010
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June 20th, 2010
Zoom arane:(klaumich) Can’t wait to have kids. I mean obviously, and yet it’s going to be great to see them experience life. 

arane:(klaumich)

Can’t wait to have kids. I mean obviously, and yet it’s going to be great to see them experience life. 

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