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Shatter Me

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I shut the door as Alex walks away, feeling dejected and broken. I wanted him, but I couldn't go after him. I was too scared. Too scared for my own good.

Fuck it a voice in my brain says. Fuck it all and go after him. And so I did what any crazy woman in love would do: I grabbed the card key to my room and wearing only my blue evening dress and the flower in my hair, sprinted down the hallway relentlessly to catch up with Alex. AlexanderBane. The man I loved.

"Alex!" I called as I rounded a corner, not caring that it was after midnight and that other hotel guests were sound asleep, "Alex, wait!"

He managed to turn around in time for me to jump right into his arms that came around my waist. I secured my own arms around his neck as he took me in: excited, disheveled, and breathless. His deep dark eyes were confused, and hesitant. I touched my fingers to his dark skinned cheek, wondering how I could have possibly never seen what was right in front of me. Damn.

"Kaelin," he asked half smiling, "what are you doing?"

I brought my face closer and said, "Something I should have done when I got off the train the first time," and closed the space between our lips in a searing kiss. There would be no going back from this, but I had no cares. Everything was worth it, Alex was worth all the pain I could receive. If he is meant to destroy me, let him shatter me.

At first I thought Alex wasn't responding to me. I started to pull away, feeling embarrassed by his rejection when he suddenly tightened his hold on my waist and began to kiss me back fiercely, as though he was a starving man that had been granted a feast. OhGodand Heaven give me more. The sensation of his kiss weakened my legs. Thank God he was holding me or I would have dropped to the floor.

I pulled away from his delicious mouth, my forehead rested on his, "Stay with me tonight."

"Kaelin," he huffed, clutching my body tightly to his.

"Please Alex baby. I need you," I begged, kissing his lips once more.

He breathed hard, "Yes. Fuck yes Kae."

Without another thought I pulled Alex down the hallway back to my hotel room, my heart racing with anticipation the whole way. Once we were back at my door, I quickly pulled my key card back out of my bra to unlock the door. Alex stood behind me, his arms around my waist holding me close while pressing featherlight kisses to my neck. I could feel his erection caressing my backside, which only made me moan. His hands ran up over my breasts bad back down nearing my hot wet center as I finally got the door open and stepped inside, Alex following behind me quickly. I hoped he could feel the fluffy lace underwear I was wearing underneath this dress and I hoped it made him crazy.

We hadn't even been inside the room for a second before we were at each other again, kissing and caressing each other. Alex slid his hands down my sides and squeezed my hips as he backed me into a wall to press every inch of his body to my own, "Oh Alex," I sighed against his lips, pulling off his jacket and tie. All of the pleasure building up inside me was almost more than I could take. I needed Alex to touch me.

"Kaelin," he caressed my cheek, making me shiver, "What the hell are you doing to me?"

"Touch me Alex. Please," I begged as I kissed him softly.

"Where Kae? Show me sweetheart," he whispered seductively, skimming the sides of my breasts, right near where I wanted him. Impatient and needy, I took his hands in my own and laid them right on my breasts, pressing his palms into their centers so he could feel my hardened points. I look up at him, and saw the desire spiked in his darkened eyes. He massaged his palms under mine, making me throw my head back and moan in ecstasy.

"Alex," I whispered like a prayer, "Oh Alexander."

"What have you got under that dress Kaelin Jamestown?" He traced the line of my dress from my sternum to my belly button, his right hand still grasping my breast firmly, but he was gentle. He always was gentle.

Feeling confident from his sexy stare, I stepped away from the wall and reached behind me to unzip my dress, pulling the clasp down slowly as I watched Alex fuck me with his bedroom eyes. Once the zipper was done, I dragged the soft blue material off my shoulders and let the dress pool at my feet. Alex let out a breath, "So damn beautiful Kaelin. God you kill me." He strode forward to me and kissed me full on the mouth with a passion that I had never known. Moving my hands quickly, I unbuttoned his dress shirt and pulling it out of his pants, he tossed it away somewhere. I didn't keep track of where it dropped because he led me to the bed and I fell back first onto it. I laughed with Alex as he crawled on top of me and kissed me, his bare hands caressing every part of my exposed skin until he dove his hands under to unclasp my black push up bra. Slowly he pulled it off my shoulders and dropped it somewhere on the floor. I was going insane with the way he was looking at me: as if I was so precious, yet so irresistible he couldn't decide what to do to me.

"Kaelin," he breathed, "I lied, I'm sorry. I wanted you so bad but I thought I could never have you. I thought you could never feel the same way about me. I'm so screwed up. Forgive me, please."

"I don't care Alex," I gasped, "I'm here, and I'm all yours. I've wanted you so much it hurts. Just don't break me please."

He grinned, "never my Süßes Herz. Never ever. I'll kill myself before I allow myself to think of hurting your sweet soul."

I frowned. I knew he was speaking German again but I had no idea what he said, "what did you call me?"

"It means sweetheart in German."

I melted, "Fucking hell Bane. I love you."

"I love you too Kaelin."

I nodded, pulling his face down to kiss him fully again. He moved off my lips and latched onto one of my sensitive breasts. I cried out in pleasure, "Oh God Alex!" as he suckled relentlessly until the tip was pink and swollen, then moved to the other one. I didn't even realize his hand was caressing my womanhood till I felt the spike of pleasure from his fingers hit me like a rock, damn he was good with his hands.

"Mm, that feels so good Alex baby," i purred, widening my legs for him. I could soon feel the need rising in the pit of my stomach as I climbed higher and higher into ecstasy, "Oh! Faster Alex!" I pleaded, "Oh! I'm so close!" He reached in and sucked at my collarbone and that was my undoing. I came apart, screaming his name . I spiraled out and down as I came down from my high. Breathless, I looked up to see him watching me with hooded eyes, "God that was hot," he commented, lowering himself so his body was pressed against mine once more. His fingers came out of nowhere. I grabbed ten and sucked them clean, tasting myself on each one. He grunted, "Now that was even hotter."

After I was done with that, I reached between us to undo the button and zipper of his pants, his raging erection straining at the front. God I wanted him, inside me, all over me, however I could get him.

"Alex," I demanded in a needy whisper, "I need you inside me. Now."

I pushed his pants down and he got rid of them along with his underwear. His length stood hard and proud. Getting back on top of me, he pulled my own panties down slowly, kissing my right leg as he went down to my ankles and once he disposed of those, came straight back. His hand went between my legs once more, "Damn you're wet," he hissed, "are you sure you want this?"

I glared at him, "Fuck yes. I goddamn want you Alexander Bane. Now make love to me, please," I begged.

He smiled, "as you wish, my love." And with that he lifted my legs in each of his hands and pushed his thick, glorious length into my hot, weeping center. I felt a pinch of pain from my virginity disappearing and i cried out just a little. Alex leaned down and held me, "it's okay Kaelin. The pain will ease," he whispered lovingly in my ear and I felt myself relax at his words. Sure enough, the pleasure overcame the pain with incredible saturated desire welling up inside my gut.

"Mm Alex," I moaned, "Move please." Seeing I was no longer in pain, he began to move in and out of me slowly and fully, so I felt every inch of him penetrate my womanhood. I moaned as the gratification of my desire built up, every nerve ending being hit just right, until I felt that tug again, the climb to fall off the edge into heaven again, "Alex," I raised my voice, "Faster, please." He willingly complied, grunting to say that he too was close to his completion. I felt the insides of my womanhood clench around him just before I cried out in ecstasy, "Oh God, oh yes, Ohhhh ALEX!" I full on screamed as my world exploded around me. Alex came with me and we both fell off in a pleasure filled haze as he collapsed on top of me, his face buried in the crook of my neck. He left soft kisses there as he pulled out of me and rolled over to the side. My body felt like lead and I didn't care if I never moved again. I don't even know how much time passed that I laid there.

I'd lost my virginity. To a man I loved, in a fucking fancy hotel room in the middle of uptown Chicago after the most wonderful night of my entire life. Goals my friends, goals.

I slowly turned over towards Alex, who was smiling at me, "What are you looking at me like that for?"

"You're so stunning. Plus it was pretty sexy when you moaned and screamed my name." He reached out and unclipped the blue flower from my hair and put it on the table next to his side.

"I forgot about that," I confessed.

"Well we were a little preoccupied," he pointed out smartly, grinning at me. I felt his hand run up and down my side, caressing my sensitive skin attentively.

I chuckled, "Yes we did, best way to be preoccupied that ever happened to me," I winked at him.

He held his arm out, "come here beautiful." I happily crawled into his embrace, wrapping an arm around his naked torso. He was warm, and I had never felt more comfortable.

I looked up at Alex and kissed his sweet lips, lingering on them. A question bubbled to my lips, "When did you know you loved me?"

He caresses my hair with one hand as I laid my head on his arm, "The moment I fell in love with you? Let me see," he deliberated for a second before saying, "When I told you how screwed up I really was and you didn't leave. You've never left."

"I would never leave you. You mean more to me than anything Alexander. I can't give you up, no matter how illogical it sounds."

Alex kissed my hand, "And I love you for that, and the way you say my name," he said, "Now what about you?"

"When you told me if you ever had the displeasure of meeting Zeke that you would punch him in the face," I said truthfully, "no one has ever been that way for me. Mostly when people hear about my brother they just say 'oh' or 'that sucks' or 'it could be worse.'"

"Your brother needs a lobotomy. I know I keep saying, that but it's true. Either that or he needs to rot in hell. You deserve better than that."

I leaned in closer to him and kissed his awaiting lips, letting my breasts brush against his chest lightly, “Damn. I love you, Alexander Bane.”

“And I love you, Kaelin Jamestown.”

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Shatter Me
ShatterMe

I shut the door as Alex walks away, feeling dejected and broken. I wanted him, but I couldn't go after him. I was too scared. Too scared for my own good.

Fuck it a voice in my brain says. Fuck it all and go after him. And so I did what any crazy woman in love would do: I grabbed the card key to my room and wearing only my blue evening dress and the flower in my hair, sprinted down the hallway relentlessly to catch up with Alex. AlexanderBane. The man I loved.

"Alex!" I called as I rounded a corner, not caring that it was after midnight and that other hotel guests were sound asleep, "Alex, wait!"

He managed to turn around in time for me to jump right into his arms that came around my waist. I secured my own arms around his neck as he took me in: excited, disheveled, and breathless. His deep dark eyes were confused, and hesitant. I touched my fingers to his dark skinned cheek, wondering how I could have possibly never seen what was right in front of me. Damn.

"Kaelin," he asked half smiling, "what are you doing?"

I brought my face closer and said, "Something I should have done when I got off the train the first time," and closed the space between our lips in a searing kiss. There would be no going back from this, but I had no cares. Everything was worth it, Alex was worth all the pain I could receive. If he is meant to destroy me, let him shatter me.

At first I thought Alex wasn't responding to me. I started to pull away, feeling embarrassed by his rejection when he suddenly tightened his hold on my waist and began to kiss me back fiercely, as though he was a starving man that had been granted a feast. OhGodand Heaven give me more. The sensation of his kiss weakened my legs. Thank God he was holding me or I would have dropped to the floor.

I pulled away from his delicious mouth, my forehead rested on his, "Stay with me tonight."

"Kaelin," he huffed, clutching my body tightly to his.

"Please Alex baby. I need you," I begged, kissing his lips once more.

He breathed hard, "Yes. Fuck yes Kae."

Without another thought I pulled Alex down the hallway back to my hotel room, my heart racing with anticipation the whole way. Once we were back at my door, I quickly pulled my key card back out of my bra to unlock the door. Alex stood behind me, his arms around my waist holding me close while pressing featherlight kisses to my neck. I could feel his erection caressing my backside, which only made me moan. His hands ran up over my breasts bad back down nearing my hot wet center as I finally got the door open and stepped inside, Alex following behind me quickly. I hoped he could feel the fluffy lace underwear I was wearing underneath this dress and I hoped it made him crazy.

We hadn't even been inside the room for a second before we were at each other again, kissing and caressing each other. Alex slid his hands down my sides and squeezed my hips as he backed me into a wall to press every inch of his body to my own, "Oh Alex," I sighed against his lips, pulling off his jacket and tie. All of the pleasure building up inside me was almost more than I could take. I needed Alex to touch me.

"Kaelin," he caressed my cheek, making me shiver, "What the hell are you doing to me?"

"Touch me Alex. Please," I begged as I kissed him softly.

"Where Kae? Show me sweetheart," he whispered seductively, skimming the sides of my breasts, right near where I wanted him. Impatient and needy, I took his hands in my own and laid them right on my breasts, pressing his palms into their centers so he could feel my hardened points. I look up at him, and saw the desire spiked in his darkened eyes. He massaged his palms under mine, making me throw my head back and moan in ecstasy.

"Alex," I whispered like a prayer, "Oh Alexander."

"What have you got under that dress Kaelin Jamestown?" He traced the line of my dress from my sternum to my belly button, his right hand still grasping my breast firmly, but he was gentle. He always was gentle.

Feeling confident from his sexy stare, I stepped away from the wall and reached behind me to unzip my dress, pulling the clasp down slowly as I watched Alex fuck me with his bedroom eyes. Once the zipper was done, I dragged the soft blue material off my shoulders and let the dress pool at my feet. Alex let out a breath, "So damn beautiful Kaelin. God you kill me." He strode forward to me and kissed me full on the mouth with a passion that I had never known. Moving my hands quickly, I unbuttoned his dress shirt and pulling it out of his pants, he tossed it away somewhere. I didn't keep track of where it dropped because he led me to the bed and I fell back first onto it. I laughed with Alex as he crawled on top of me and kissed me, his bare hands caressing every part of my exposed skin until he dove his hands under to unclasp my black push up bra. Slowly he pulled it off my shoulders and dropped it somewhere on the floor. I was going insane with the way he was looking at me: as if I was so precious, yet so irresistible he couldn't decide what to do to me.

"Kaelin," he breathed, "I lied, I'm sorry. I wanted you so bad but I thought I could never have you. I thought you could never feel the same way about me. I'm so screwed up. Forgive me, please."

"I don't care Alex," I gasped, "I'm here, and I'm all yours. I've wanted you so much it hurts. Just don't break me please."

He grinned, "never my Süßes Herz. Never ever. I'll kill myself before I allow myself to think of hurting your sweet soul."

I frowned. I knew he was speaking German again but I had no idea what he said, "what did you call me?"

"It means sweetheart in German."

I melted, "Fucking hell Bane. I love you."

"I love you too Kaelin."

I nodded, pulling his face down to kiss him fully again. He moved off my lips and latched onto one of my sensitive breasts. I cried out in pleasure, "Oh God Alex!" as he suckled relentlessly until the tip was pink and swollen, then moved to the other one. I didn't even realize his hand was caressing my womanhood till I felt the spike of pleasure from his fingers hit me like a rock, damn he was good with his hands.

"Mm, that feels so good Alex baby," i purred, widening my legs for him. I could soon feel the need rising in the pit of my stomach as I climbed higher and higher into ecstasy, "Oh! Faster Alex!" I pleaded, "Oh! I'm so close!" He reached in and sucked at my collarbone and that was my undoing. I came apart, screaming his name . I spiraled out and down as I came down from my high. Breathless, I looked up to see him watching me with hooded eyes, "God that was hot," he commented, lowering himself so his body was pressed against mine once more. His fingers came out of nowhere. I grabbed ten and sucked them clean, tasting myself on each one. He grunted, "Now that was even hotter."

After I was done with that, I reached between us to undo the button and zipper of his pants, his raging erection straining at the front. God I wanted him, inside me, all over me, however I could get him.

"Alex," I demanded in a needy whisper, "I need you inside me. Now."

I pushed his pants down and he got rid of them along with his underwear. His length stood hard and proud. Getting back on top of me, he pulled my own panties down slowly, kissing my right leg as he went down to my ankles and once he disposed of those, came straight back. His hand went between my legs once more, "Damn you're wet," he hissed, "are you sure you want this?"

I glared at him, "Fuck yes. I goddamn want you Alexander Bane. Now make love to me, please," I begged.

He smiled, "as you wish, my love." And with that he lifted my legs in each of his hands and pushed his thick, glorious length into my hot, weeping center. I felt a pinch of pain from my virginity disappearing and i cried out just a little. Alex leaned down and held me, "it's okay Kaelin. The pain will ease," he whispered lovingly in my ear and I felt myself relax at his words. Sure enough, the pleasure overcame the pain with incredible saturated desire welling up inside my gut.

"Mm Alex," I moaned, "Move please." Seeing I was no longer in pain, he began to move in and out of me slowly and fully, so I felt every inch of him penetrate my womanhood. I moaned as the gratification of my desire built up, every nerve ending being hit just right, until I felt that tug again, the climb to fall off the edge into heaven again, "Alex," I raised my voice, "Faster, please." He willingly complied, grunting to say that he too was close to his completion. I felt the insides of my womanhood clench around him just before I cried out in ecstasy, "Oh God, oh yes, Ohhhh ALEX!" I full on screamed as my world exploded around me. Alex came with me and we both fell off in a pleasure filled haze as he collapsed on top of me, his face buried in the crook of my neck. He left soft kisses there as he pulled out of me and rolled over to the side. My body felt like lead and I didn't care if I never moved again. I don't even know how much time passed that I laid there.

I'd lost my virginity. To a man I loved, in a fucking fancy hotel room in the middle of uptown Chicago after the most wonderful night of my entire life. Goals my friends, goals.

I slowly turned over towards Alex, who was smiling at me, "What are you looking at me like that for?"

"You're so stunning. Plus it was pretty sexy when you moaned and screamed my name." He reached out and unclipped the blue flower from my hair and put it on the table next to his side.

"I forgot about that," I confessed.

"Well we were a little preoccupied," he pointed out smartly, grinning at me. I felt his hand run up and down my side, caressing my sensitive skin attentively.

I chuckled, "Yes we did, best way to be preoccupied that ever happened to me," I winked at him.

He held his arm out, "come here beautiful." I happily crawled into his embrace, wrapping an arm around his naked torso. He was warm, and I had never felt more comfortable.

I looked up at Alex and kissed his sweet lips, lingering on them. A question bubbled to my lips, "When did you know you loved me?"

He caresses my hair with one hand as I laid my head on his arm, "The moment I fell in love with you? Let me see," he deliberated for a second before saying, "When I told you how screwed up I really was and you didn't leave. You've never left."

"I would never leave you. You mean more to me than anything Alexander. I can't give you up, no matter how illogical it sounds."

Alex kissed my hand, "And I love you for that, and the way you say my name," he said, "Now what about you?"

"When you told me if you ever had the displeasure of meeting Zeke that you would punch him in the face," I said truthfully, "no one has ever been that way for me. Mostly when people hear about my brother they just say 'oh' or 'that sucks' or 'it could be worse.'"

"Your brother needs a lobotomy. I know I keep saying, that but it's true. Either that or he needs to rot in hell. You deserve better than that."

I leaned in closer to him and kissed his awaiting lips, letting my breasts brush against his chest lightly, “Damn. I love you, Alexander Bane.”

“And I love you, Kaelin Jamestown.”
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IN MEMORY OF A LOVED ONE

“Wayfaring Stranger” originally written as a folk song. I take no credit for lyrics, I’m just real sad these days.

I am a poor Wayfaring stranger

Traveling through this world alone

And there’s no sickness, nor toil nor danger

In that bright world, to which I go

I’m going there to see my father

I’m going there no more to roam

I’m only going over Jordan

I’m only going over home

I know dark clouds will hover o’er me

I know my way is rough and steep

But beauteous fields lie just before me

In that fair land to which I go

I’m going there to see my mother

She said she’d meet me when I come

I’m only going over Jordan

I’m only going over home

I’ll soon be free from every trial

This form shall rest beneath the sun

I’ll drop the cloak of self denial

And enter in that home with God

I’m going home to see my Savior

I’m going there no more to roam

I’m only going over Jordan

I’m only going over home

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IN MEMORY OF A LOVED ONE
“Wayfaring Stranger” originally written as a folk song. I take no credit for lyrics, I’m just real sad these days.

I am a poor Wayfaring stranger
Traveling through this world alone
And there’s no sickness, nor toil nor danger
In that bright world, to which I go

I’m going there to see my father
I’m going there no more to roam
I’m only going over Jordan
I’m only going over home

I know dark clouds will hover o’er me
I know my way is rough and steep
But beauteous fields lie just before me
In that fair land to which I go

I’m going there to see my mother
She said she’d meet me when I come
I’m only going over Jordan
I’m only going over home

I’ll soon be free from every trial
This form shall rest beneath the sun
I’ll drop the cloak of self denial
And enter in that home with God

I’m going home to see my Savior
I’m going there no more to roam
I’m only going over Jordan
I’m only going over home
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It Means No Worries

Anyone who knows me knows quite well that Hakuna Matata is a life motto for me. It's not only inspiring for me, it's also from two of my favorite Disney characters: Timon and Pumbaa.

Timon and Pumbaa basically live a life without worries, because the trials of life are not for them. They are both outcasts of their own demise, Timon with the meerkats and Pumbaa with his powerful farting. In a crazy mess of happenstance they find each other and form a special bond. Together they find out it's not about where you call home, it's about who's with you. They live a life that does not require them to worry, because things will turn out in the end. In the first Lion King, they teach this to young Simba who blames himself for the death of his father when no blame is his.

All in my own life I am constantly plagued by self doubt and too much listening to negativity from other people. I am a perfectionist to a fault, and have to remind myself constantly that life is not meant to be survived, but to be lived. Life isn't about how many days you live but more so how you lived them. Did you live with love? Did you live with the best intentions in your heart? Did you remember to live each day as if it's your last? I ask myself these questions often and try to help myself to be a better person.

I used to live with worry constantly: worry of failure, worry of wondering whether I was a good person or not, and for some time believed I wasn't by one person's words. I worried whether or not I could be all that I wanted to become. I worried that my parents, especially my mother, were disappointed in me for any reason (they never were and I was silly to doubt their faith in me). I know I'm a good person and live with the knowledge that I will be alright.

The phrase Hakuna Matata is more than just a movie quote to me. Hakuna Matata is the life vest I cling to in the rocky waters, the light at the edge of the tunnel, and the one thing that reminds me to be happy, because life is too short not to be.

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It Means No Worries
Anyone who knows me knows quite well that Hakuna Matata is a life motto for me. It's not only inspiring for me, it's also from two of my favorite Disney characters: Timon and Pumbaa.

Timon and Pumbaa basically live a life without worries, because the trials of life are not for them. They are both outcasts of their own demise, Timon with the meerkats and Pumbaa with his powerful farting. In a crazy mess of happenstance they find each other and form a special bond. Together they find out it's not about where you call home, it's about who's with you. They live a life that does not require them to worry, because things will turn out in the end. In the first Lion King, they teach this to young Simba who blames himself for the death of his father when no blame is his.

All in my own life I am constantly plagued by self doubt and too much listening to negativity from other people. I am a perfectionist to a fault, and have to remind myself constantly that life is not meant to be survived, but to be lived. Life isn't about how many days you live but more so how you lived them. Did you live with love? Did you live with the best intentions in your heart? Did you remember to live each day as if it's your last? I ask myself these questions often and try to help myself to be a better person.

I used to live with worry constantly: worry of failure, worry of wondering whether I was a good person or not, and for some time believed I wasn't by one person's words. I worried whether or not I could be all that I wanted to become. I worried that my parents, especially my mother, were disappointed in me for any reason (they never were and I was silly to doubt their faith in me). I know I'm a good person and live with the knowledge that I will be alright.

The phrase Hakuna Matata is more than just a movie quote to me. Hakuna Matata is the life vest I cling to in the rocky waters, the light at the edge of the tunnel, and the one thing that reminds me to be happy, because life is too short not to be.
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HAKUNA MATATA (It means no worries!)

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Remind Me

A LOST LOVE:

Musicals, Switchfoot, Pizza, Five Guys, Henry Higgins

A KINDRED SPIRIT

Slytherin, New Zealand, Anita Sarkeesian, YouTube, Shakespeare

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Remind Me
A LOST LOVE:
Musicals, Switchfoot, Pizza, Five Guys, Henry Higgins

A KINDRED SPIRIT
Slytherin, New Zealand, Anita Sarkeesian, YouTube, Shakespeare
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Design your ideal work environment. Tell us what it looks like, what's there, and what you're doing. No need to be realistic. Use any writing style or format you choose.
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The Mackinac Crafties

I'll tell you of a work environment that is both ideal to me and real. This is no trick of the mind, no play of words. This is real, and it's known to me as The Mackinac Crafties.

Who are we? We are the historic house interpreters of Mackinac State Historic Parks. We cook over a fire in the Biddle House, we sing with the private soldiers of Fort Mackinac, we bang hammers and make things in the Benjamin Blacksmith Shop (with our fearless blacksmith mentor), and we tell the wondrous history of Mackinac Island, Michigan's first state park.

What makes this place so special, and ideal? Well, it's the history, the regular life of Mackinac. It's the flatbread pizzas from Goodfellow's, it's the breakfast burritos from Douds Grocery Market, it's the breakfast fresh from the grill of the Chuck Wagon, it's the coffee from Lucky Bean; but most of all, it's the special bond I share with my fellow crafties. These six women I share my every day life with are more than my coworkers, they are my friends, my comrades, my housemates, even roommates sometimes. They are my loves, my sisters, and my shoulder to lean on when my life is a shambled mess. When I can't stand on my own, they lift me up and remind me who I am. I am strong, independent, and intuitive.

Here in the hallowed house of Agatha Biddle, I am home, I am safe and am welcomed with open arms. I am never judged, but constructively criticized I am happy, and I have fun but most of all: I am never alone.

Even in the darkest hours of the night, I can imagine the smell of the open hearth fire, the chicken dumpling stew I'm cooking is almost done. There is freshly baked cinnamon brown sugar bread ready to be devoured by the first visitors. The wind is blowing freely outside and the weather is warm. It's 11am and the house is open for the day until 6pm. When you come in the kitchen, the left door leads to the herb garden that once belonged to Agatha Biddle, while the right door leads to the Benjamin Blacksmith Shop.

In Fort Mackinac, the sound of the rifle firing pounds in my ears even when I plug them up. The soldiers stand tall, because they love this as much as I do. I hear the whistling tune of "The Girl I Left Behind Me" from the fife and drum. The children are laughing as the cannon booms with the resounding morning salute.

It is here that I found a place where I belonged, a place where nothing is impossible for me. It's not just an ideal work environment to me; it's Mackinac Island, my home.

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The Mackinac Crafties
I'll tell you of a work environment that is both ideal to me and real. This is no trick of the mind, no play of words. This is real, and it's known to me as The Mackinac Crafties.

Who are we? We are the historic house interpreters of Mackinac State Historic Parks. We cook over a fire in the Biddle House, we sing with the private soldiers of Fort Mackinac, we bang hammers and make things in the Benjamin Blacksmith Shop (with our fearless blacksmith mentor), and we tell the wondrous history of Mackinac Island, Michigan's first state park.

What makes this place so special, and ideal? Well, it's the history, the regular life of Mackinac. It's the flatbread pizzas from Goodfellow's, it's the breakfast burritos from Douds Grocery Market, it's the breakfast fresh from the grill of the Chuck Wagon, it's the coffee from Lucky Bean; but most of all, it's the special bond I share with my fellow crafties. These six women I share my every day life with are more than my coworkers, they are my friends, my comrades, my housemates, even roommates sometimes. They are my loves, my sisters, and my shoulder to lean on when my life is a shambled mess. When I can't stand on my own, they lift me up and remind me who I am. I am strong, independent, and intuitive.

Here in the hallowed house of Agatha Biddle, I am home, I am safe and am welcomed with open arms. I am never judged, but constructively criticized I am happy, and I have fun but most of all: I am never alone.

Even in the darkest hours of the night, I can imagine the smell of the open hearth fire, the chicken dumpling stew I'm cooking is almost done. There is freshly baked cinnamon brown sugar bread ready to be devoured by the first visitors. The wind is blowing freely outside and the weather is warm. It's 11am and the house is open for the day until 6pm. When you come in the kitchen, the left door leads to the herb garden that once belonged to Agatha Biddle, while the right door leads to the Benjamin Blacksmith Shop.
In Fort Mackinac, the sound of the rifle firing pounds in my ears even when I plug them up. The soldiers stand tall, because they love this as much as I do. I hear the whistling tune of "The Girl I Left Behind Me" from the fife and drum. The children are laughing as the cannon booms with the resounding morning salute.

It is here that I found a place where I belonged, a place where nothing is impossible for me. It's not just an ideal work environment to me; it's Mackinac Island, my home.
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She's Gone

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I feel lost.

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Heartbreaking, Lonely, and Isolating.

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The Hard Choice

Change is never easy. I myself have never been a big fan of change. When I was younger, I used to cry and scream whenever things changed or plans changed. Even now I get anxious when stuff changes because I don't know what to expect and that more often than not terrifies the hell out of me. But I've learned to be okay with it and go on with my life.

Now for a long time I fought with the idea in my head about whether or not change was possible in a person. One day that changed from watching an episode of One Tree Hill. From there, I found out the real truth of the matter is exactly what Mouth says to Rachel: People can change, anyone can change, but they don't. They don't want to and usually don't try to. Why is that do you think? Well, it's because while people can change, it's easier for them not to change. It's easier to stay along the same path you've gone down than to change direction. Change is scary, but at the same time it's also a good thing. If we didn't change, we usually don't move forward. We become stuck in a rut of the same things over and over again. To change means to stop something you're doing and do something else. It means making the hard choices for the better. Whether you're doing it for yourself or for someone else, change means that things will turn out differently. Sometimes there's a certain thing that provokes the change.

So, to answer the question, yes, I do believe people can change. Beyond a shadow of a doubt, they can.

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The Hard Choice
Change is never easy. I myself have never been a big fan of change. When I was younger, I used to cry and scream whenever things changed or plans changed. Even now I get anxious when stuff changes because I don't know what to expect and that more often than not terrifies the hell out of me. But I've learned to be okay with it and go on with my life.

Now for a long time I fought with the idea in my head about whether or not change was possible in a person. One day that changed from watching an episode of One Tree Hill. From there, I found out the real truth of the matter is exactly what Mouth says to Rachel: People can change, anyone can change, but they don't. They don't want to and usually don't try to. Why is that do you think? Well, it's because while people can change, it's easier for them not to change. It's easier to stay along the same path you've gone down than to change direction. Change is scary, but at the same time it's also a good thing. If we didn't change, we usually don't move forward. We become stuck in a rut of the same things over and over again. To change means to stop something you're doing and do something else. It means making the hard choices for the better. Whether you're doing it for yourself or for someone else, change means that things will turn out differently. Sometimes there's a certain thing that provokes the change.

So, to answer the question, yes, I do believe people can change. Beyond a shadow of a doubt, they can.
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