Friday, August 30, 2013

ups & downs {#1}

I've been wanting to do one of these for awhile but I was trying to think of a good name for it, I didn't want to copy anyone (ex: momentsyay & nay, currently, etc.)

So the other day I finally decided on what to call mine :)

up & down
(as in, thumbs up/thumbs down)
(And by the way, I used the "&" sign before it was cool - Hipster Molly)

So anyway, here we go!


Thumbs up--
Re-reading Percy Jackson
Having ideas for new posts
I got a new iPod!!!!! *Le happy dance*
Talking to my Amity Happy Bread Buddy on Skype!!
Stealing my brother's clothes when they end up in my room.

Thumbs down--
I only own The Lightning Thief and The Sea of Monsters so I have to wait to read the others
Having no idea if anyone will like my ideas :/
I lost my old iPod, meh.
My AHBB lives 3 states and 16 hours away.
I'll have to give the clothes back when it needs to be washed.

Thursday, August 29, 2013

Through my lens {#1}

Sooooo this shall be the first of a (hopefully) weekly "series" of posts in which I throw all (most) of the photos I've taken in the last week in to one post.
I love taking pictures, so I thought it would be fun to share them with you!
So, without further ado, (I love saying that, I feel so fancy) Introducing....

Through my Lens {#1}



Not too many pictures this week, but I'll have more next week! And since today is Thursday, I'll just post these every Thursday. 
(These aren't technically *all* the pictures I've taken this week, but a lot of them are of family and friends, and I don't want to post those unless I KNOW they'll be OK with it)

Thank you for reading!
Please comment, tell me which one is your favorite! 


Wednesday, August 28, 2013

{Swings} a short story

I run as fast as I can, I know he's faster than me, but I have to beat him, just once. I run towards the tree we have spent hours climbing and swinging, I leap toward a branch and grab it with both hands, swinging forward and backward, like my little victory dance. Apparently the gymnastics classes did pay off.
"I beat you, I beat you, I. BEAT. YOU!" I shouted through my laughter.
"I wasn't even trying!" He shouted back. We were both out of breath, but it didn't matter
"Liar! I'm just faster than you!" I drop to the ground to gloat in his face.
"Whatever. One time! Don't get used to it!" He runs to the swing and jumps on it, almost losing his balance when it swung back and forth.
I grab the rope and pull myself on. We were swinging so high I thought we might touch the sky.
We lose track of how many hours we spend jumping, swinging, running, and climbing, we do this almost everyday until dinnertime. We have forever. 
"Alright kids!" I hear my Momma shouting from the house. "Time to call it a day" 
We both pout, but run to the back door of the house anyway. 
"See ya tomorrow" He says as he starts walking toward his house
"See ya!" My mom smiles and tousles my blonde ponytail, but it doesn't matter, it's already tangled from running around all day.
"You know, love, you might just see that boy differently in a few years" She says, I bet her hand away. "Not a chance" Is my response.


It's the same swing I spent hours on as a child, so much about me has changed since then, from my blonde hair giving way to red highlights, to going from dirty clothes to pretty dresses. Spending all day outside to staying in and reading a book. I used to be so adventurous, now change only scares me.
The only thing that's the same is him.
I don't wish it wasn't. But I wish my Momma's words hadn't come true. At only 7 years old I was told that someday my feelings could change. But oh I wish they hadn't. I wish I could look at him and see nothing more than my best friend, because I know that's all he'll ever be, but I can't. I wish I could tell him how I feel, but I can't. I just can't. I'd rather stay alone with my depressing thoughts than risk losing him. I'd give anything to go back to the days we spent together as children.
I block out the thoughts and fly through the air, back and forth, back and forth. I remember it going higher, I remember feeling like I was in charge of the world when I was up that high. 
Or I should say I try and block out the thoughts, but I can't. Yet another thing I can't do. Instead I keep kicking my legs as I left the tears slip down my face, the wind drying my face as I go. The tears sting my eyes as I swing back and forth, but it's a welcome feeling. I never let myself cry. 
It feels good to cry.
It shocks me when he comes through the back door, he's changed as much as I have since we were kids, he's still my best friend, but that's the only thing that hasn't changed.
I brush my hand across my face quickly before letting my bare feet brush against the grass. The swing slows to a stop and I sit there, watching him walk across the yard.
"What are you doing here" I ask when he's close enough to hear me.
"Well you don't sound happy to see me" He teases, I can never get a straight answer from him.
"Of course I am, moron. But some people consider it rude to show up at someone else's house uninvited" I smile, hoping I'm convincing enough.
A smile stretches across his face, and falls almost instantly. Great. He's seen right through me. Always does.
"You've been crying, what's wrong?" His concern is written across his face.
"Nothing" I lie, "I'm fine"
His eyes narrow "You're lying, tell me" I'm not gonna get past him at this point, he won't let it slip now. My eyes swim, how can I tell him? I shake my head, a feeble attempt to get him to back off.
He grabs the ropes above my head and leans close to me "Tell me, now. I'm worried about you. I thought we didn't keep secrets from each other?"
"I've been keeping this a secret for a long time" I whisper, my voice cracking, and turn away from him.
He moves back slightly, I can tell he's hurt, it breaks my heart to see him unhappy.
Just that one word makes the tears pooling in my eyes spill over, and we sit there in silence while tears stream down my face.
"I wish we were kids again" I say. It's all I can choke out.
Though confusion is etched across his face, he attempts a playful smile. He swings himself up and around so he standing behind me on the swing. He kicks hard on the ground and we soar towards the sky and back again. Even in the midst of my tears, I smile. I lean my head back to look at him and he glances down at me, grinning ear to ear. 
"You're right" He says "I really missed this, it's pretty great, huh?" 
"Definitely" I say, still smiling up at him.
I don't know how long we stay like that, swinging back and forth, and I don't care. I just laugh and close my eyes to feel the wind in my face. When the swing slows down again, he hops off and grabs the branch right at eye level, pulling himself up to sit on it. He motions for me to come up with him.
He's so much taller than me, I have to grab a shorter branch and pull myself up to get to the one he's on.
"Remember when we were kids, and this one looked so high up?" I ask when I sit down next to him.
"How could I forget?" He smiles, "Those really were the days"
"No kidding" I say, "Always felt like we could do what ever we wanted"
He puts his arm around me and I stiffen. He pulls his arm back and turns to look at me, I feel my face heating up, and I look away. 
"What is it?" He asks
"Nothing, nothing" I say and force a smile.
He narrows his eyes slightly, as though he's examining my thoughts. He isn't gonna say anything until I explain myself.
"Look" I say finally, staring into my lap "I just... I wish I could just see you as just my best friend again, but... I can't. You're more than that to me and I can't help it." I glance up at him, at first he looks confused, but then understanding spreads across his face and he smiles. 
Then he does something I wouldn't have expected him to do in a million year.
He leans in and touches his lips to mine. Just briefly , and gently, and yet it was perfect, absolutely perfect.
He leans hi forehead against mine with his eyes closed and says "You have absolutely no idea how long I've waited for you to say that"
And I smile, and think this must be what perfect happiness is.


Well there you have it. Short story number 3. I decided I didn't really like the last one, but I think this one is pretty cute, what do you think?? Maybe I like more modern things.
Please comment!!! Sorry if I don't respond right away, but it just makes my day when people comment on my blog ♥
Love you all!


Monday, August 26, 2013

-- Elegant Blogger Award --

Thank you ever so much to miss Kenz for awarding me the Elegant Blogger Award!! 
I love you, dear ♥

I am quite Elegant, hehe. 

  • When you receive the award, link back to and the blog that nominated you 
  • Display the award button in the post
  • Answer all of the 12 questions given in this post (Do not make your own questions)
  • Nominate 12 bloggers
  • Notify them that they have been awarded


1. What made you decide to start blogging?
Well I first started blogging over at Love Little Hands a little over a year ago to document my trip to Uganda and later updates that have to do with my heart for missions and that country that captivated my heart. Then, after I started reading Kenz and Rose's blogs, I thought it would be fun to start a blog simply to document my life, and for fun posts, just to write :)

2. What is your fashion style?

Hmm... not quite girly, but certainly not tomboyish. Comfy. and I like to wear skirts, I just don't very often, haha.
3. What is something none of your followers know about you?

.... A lot. Hmmm let's see, what's a good one? Okay, I'm super sensitive. Like, incredibly so. Always have been. It's not hard to make me cry. But I'd still rather people tell me the truth.

4. What are some of your blogging goals?
Goals? I don't know, probably get more followers, but that could take awhile :/ I want people to enjoy what I write, so I guess that's a goal.

5. Where is your favorite place to shop?
Two words: THRIFT STORES. I love everything about thrift stores, they're cheap, and they're a lot more fun.

6. What would your ideal amount of blog followers be?
*Glances over at the sidebar* More than 3. *sigh*

7. What are your talents?
Uh.. Possibly writing, really depends on what I'm writing. Photography. Is reading a talent? Cuz if it is I'm totally talented at that. Man I'm pathetic.

8. Are you a leader or a follower?
It really depends. I can take charge if I need to, but typically I'm a follower.

9. What is one of your favorite quotes?
Ooooh this is a hard one! I have a whole board in my room covered in quotes! Let's see...

"The world will not be destroyed by those who do evil, but by those who watch them without doing anything"
-Albert Einstein

10. Do you have a favorite book or book series?
Yes. As of right now, Divergent is my favorite book/series. But that can change like that *snaps*

11. Out of all of the synonyms for elegant, which would you describe yourself with (smart - stylish - dressy - graceful - dainty - fine)?
Oh gosh. I have absolutely no idea. What do you guys think? I think graceful *Stands up* *trips over a chair* *knocks over a lamp* *kills a cat* Okay, maybe not.

12. What is your favorite flower?
Daffodils ♥


There you go! I'm supposed to award this to twelve other people, but I don't even know twelve people to nominate, let alone that haven't already done it, so if you want to do it, go for it! I award YOU!

Thursday, August 22, 2013

Throwback Thursday -- blogger style

Okay, maybe this is a silly idea for a post, but I thought it would be fun :)
So basically this is just the blogger version of the Instagram tag: #ThrowbackThursday.
Here goes nothing - 

Throwback... To last Christmas and these awesome ornaments my mom made :) On the back it says "They are precious in his sight"

Throwback... To the time I dressed in faction outfits 5 weeks straight. This would be my Amity outfit :)

Throwback... To my first, second, and third trips to Uganda, my second home! There are a million things that could be said about this, but I'll just leave it here.

Throwback... To the first time my little brother saw snow!!!! "Look at all the icies!!!"

Throwback... To the time me and Cleverbot sang One Thing together. Also to back when One Direction was basically my life.

And finally Throw WAY back... To back when I was little bitty. Wasn't I adorable?! Also, me and and my brother took awesome family photos, seriously, they're all stinking adorable.


So, what did you think of this silly idea of mine?

Heck, I thought it was fun, maybe you will too, let's make it a tag!!

I tag anybody who wants to do it, trust me, it's fun!! (I seriously think this girl and this girl should totally do it though. Pretty please???)

That is all!


Wednesday, August 21, 2013

"I don't belong here"


I couldn't take this anymore. I didn't know what to do, I felt completely helpless.
So I did the only thing that made any sense to me, I ran.
I was barefoot, running through the forest, pebbles shifting and twigs snapping beneath my feet, I didn't know where I was going, it didn't matter, I ran to feel the breeze in my face, my mind was empty as the cool air cleared my thoughts. I just let my feet take me wherever they wanted to go.
I broke through the trees to the place that in the back of my mind, I had known I would end up. The sound of rushing water helps me clear my head. I slowed down and walked across the stream. It seemed at this point that putting one foot in front of the other was all I could do anymore. I simply stared at my bare feet as I made my way to the place that I had started to call "our spot". It probably always would be.
I sat at the base of the tree that I had sat under more times than I could count just in the last month. How had I not thought I would come here? It's where I always end up, whether I'm happy or sad, confused or ecstatic. It's almost like home. The home of my heart.
After what felt like hours of silence, I dropped my face to my knees and cried. It actually felt good to cry. Just let the tears flow and not worry about what anyone thought about it. I was alone, letting the tears slip down my cheeks without thought.
I should have known I wouldn't be alone for long.
I heard him sit down next to me, though I didn't look up or open my eyes. I knew it was him, no one else would have followed me, especially here.
I let him wrap his arms around me, I expected him to talk, but he didn't say a word. We sat in silence, which really was so much better.
Who knows how long it was before the tears stopped and my breath slowed. It could have been hours, days, years, or possibly only a few moments. At that point I thought I should say something to him.
I didn't want to say it, but it would be easier than any attempt to work my way up to it, The thing I least wanted to say to him slipped out of my mouth before anything else.
"I don't belong here" I whispered, barely audible over the sound of the stream, but I knew he heard me.
"You're right, you don't" Was all he said.
"I just feel so out of place here. Everything is so plain. So simple, it's all decided. I don't know what I want do with my life, but I know what I have to. I don't have a choice. Everyone here is just another face in the crowd. I'm tired of it" It all came rushing out in one breath, The words that had captured my thoughts for days.
"I know. You're not like everyone else here. You belong somewhere else entirely. You should be somewhere else"
Had I heard him right, could he possibly be agreeing with me?
"Are you encouraging me to leave?" I asked, finally opening my eyes and looking up at him.
He looked at me and smiled. "Yes I am. To leave here, but not to leave me. I'm coming with you"
I was shocked, I couldn't believe he'd ever want to leave his home, for me. I didn't understand.
"You can't leave" was all I could say, I was at a loss for words.
"Of course I can, I'm not letting you go alone, and it's not like you can stop me."
He was right, I knew that. If I left, he would follow me, no matter how hard I tried to keep him here. I couldn't let him do that.
"Never mind. I could fit in here" lies.
"No you couldn't. You know that as well as I do. You're different, you stick out, everyone knows that, you are a loner around here, and I think that might be why I love you"
I blinked. I hadn't been prepared for that.
He smiled, that was exactly what he had been going for. He leaned his forehead against mine and repeated "I love you"
And in that moment, every thought I had about leaving him here evaporated, we could go, escape, together. 
For the first time in months, I smiled.
"I love you too."
His face lit up, "Then let's get out of here"
He stood up and pulled me to my feet.
And we did just that.


Short story number 2! I'm not really sure what I thought of this, I just had an idea and it all came out at once. I don't know, it's not great, but it's not bad I suppose.
Let me know what you think!

(I already have a post planned for tomorrow, I actually feel like I'm on top of this blogging thing :P)

Sunday, August 18, 2013

{way too} young love - a short story

I can't walk down the hall without people staring at me. I hate it, I hate the way people look at me like I murdered someone, or like they think I'm going to. Even my closest friends look at me differently. How did everyone even find out so fast? It's not like you can tell. Don't they know I don't want this? Do they think I chose this? I'm too young to be a mother, I'm only 16, I want to be able to take care of a child before I have one.

I won't let them get to me. I won't.

There's just one person I need to tell, hopefully he hasn't already heard.

I turn the corner and see him standing there. There's a girl whispering something in his ear. She walks away and he leans against the wall slowly, as though he doesn't want to believe what he heard.
Great. I'm seconds too late.
He looks up and catches my eye. He looks hurt, or maybe just confused, it's always been hard to tell with him. 
It's now or never.
I walk over to him, my feet dragging, I can't help it, stopping just a few feet away.
He can tell I know he knows already, he always can, so he doesn't wait to speak.
"Why didn't you tell me sooner?"  He asks quietly. It makes me cringe, he only quiet when he's upset.
"Caleb, I just found out for sure a few days ago, and I wanted to tell you in person." I drop my eyes to the floor, I can't stand to meet his gaze. Looking into his dark eyes only made it worse. "I understand if you don't want to see me anymore"
He puts one finger under my chin and tilts my head up to look at him. His eyes are sparkling.
"Becca, really? Do you really think I'm that shallow? That I'd leave you now, when you need me more than ever?" He offers me a small smile. That's all I needed.
"I was hoping not" I said as I threw my arms around his neck. "Thank you."

{Four years later}

We're walking down the street, hand in hand. Belle skipping ahead of us, her golden curls bouncing. She's my little princess, it seemed only fair to name her after one. 
Maybe it's selfish to say I'm so glad she looks like me, the same blonde hair and dark brown eyes, my hair is straight and hers are tight little curls, but otherwise she looks just like me. Caleb has curly hair, so it seems only to enhance that he will always love her as his daughter.
Suddenly he stops and gently puts his arm out in front of me. I look up at him, confused, but he just smiles at me. 
"Bella." Technically her name is Belle, but he's called her that since the day she was born.
"Yes Daddy?" She says, turning around and running back to us. She's called him that since she was old enough to talk, she doesn't know any different.
"It's time sweetie" He says softly. She squeals, her brown eyes shining, and unzips the small bag that had been bouncing at her side. My mouth drops open at the little box she hands him.
She spins around and grabs my hand, grinning ear-to-ear.
He turns toward me again. 
"I made this decision years ago, I just had to wait for the right time to make it official" He gets down on one knee and says "Becca, I love you, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you, and we can continue" He glances at Belle "to grow our family" 
I  was already crying, but the way he said 'our' put me over the edge. With tear rolling down my cheeks I manage to speak,
"Yes! Yes, a million times!"
He stood up and wrapped his arms around me and presses his lips to mine. When we break apart again, I glance down at my - our little girl, she's standing next to us, her hands pressed over her eyes. We both started laughing and he bent down and scooped her up in his arms.
"So I guess we already have our flower girl"


Well there you go, my first actual story. I really have no idea where that came from, but I thought it was cute. Just so you know, I'm kind of a hopeless romantic. 
Sorry if it was a little confusing at all, I tried to make it as clear as possible.
Also, I KNOW I'm not a very good writer - at all. I just had this idea and thought it would be fun to write down.

Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed it :)

Friday, August 16, 2013

tags are fun!

Thank you to Kenz and Rose, they both tagged anyone who wanted to do it, and I wanted to so they tagged me..... yay!!

1. If the main villain of your favorite book/movie/TV series showed up on your front doorstep, what would you do? (Explain who it is first...)

Okay, my favorite book series is Divergent, so I guess it'll have to be Jeanine Matthews. (I actually don't know if I'd recognize her, but for the sake of the tag, let's say I do)

Thank you Pinterest for this photo.
I don't answer doors... Typically if there is some adult at the door I yell "DAD!" and he gets it.

But! Say I did recognize her, I'd probably scream and hide under the covers on my bed because I'm a wimp.

2. Now supposing the heroes opposite this villain showed up just after your exchange. What would you do then?

And hey Tris!!! Where's Uriah?

3. So...moving on, the heroes defeat the villain (with some help from you, of course-whatever it may be. ;) But the next day, you're just walking along, minding your own business, when you suddenly come across the same villain...who is now lying in the dust severely wounded and unconscious. What do you do? 

Ugh, I'd love to say I'd do something cool or funny, but I'm too nice a person, I'm Amity after all. Anyway, since I have no medical experience, I'd probably ask someone for help. But first I'd call the police. That is such a lame answer, I'm sorry.

4. Now his minions show up and kidnap both you and him and take you to their universe (or version of your universe, whatever it happens to be.) Your reaction?

That depends.... Is Caleb one of her minions? Because if he is my reaction would probably something along the lines of "HOW COULD YOU!?!?!? SHE TRUSTED YOU, I TRUSTED YOU AND YOU BETRAYED US."

5. Your fantastic heroes have arrived to rescue you-but now you're faced with a choice. The villain, out of gratitude for your earlier help, (assuming you actually did help him when he was wounded) has offered you a chance to travel back to your own universe. However, the heroes warn you not to trust him. The only other way for you to get back home is to travel with the heroes on a long and dangerous journey... and there's no guarantee that you'll survive. What. Do. You. Do.

Seriously dude, harder questions. HEROES. Because it says it's long, and that means I'll get to spend a LONG time with TOBIAS. FREAKING. EATON.


Well that was fun!!! Since I'm fairly new to the blog-iverse, I tag ANYBODY who wants to do it, bye now!

Wednesday, August 14, 2013

first post // welcome!

Hello all!

This would be my first post, obviously. You may know me as Molly, you may also know me as cyber-friend (I have a bunch of those), Sparkly unicorn friend, or in one very special case, Amity Happy Bread Buddy.

I have one other blog over at Love Little Hands, that blog really is purely for posts about my second home, Uganda. I will still be posting there, but this blog will be for much more care-free, fun posts about the inter-workings of my mind. (Phew, that's a scary thought)

Before we begin, here is a bit about me:

"Hello! My name is Molly, I'm thirteen years old, kind of insane, obsessed with unicorns, and one of the awesomest people you'll ever meet. (Also very humble) 
I love reading (DIVERGENT), Pinterest, photography, fashion, and friends, online and off :)
You may think I'm crazy, that's okay, so do I."

I must warn you before you begin reading my blog, I'm silly, weird, crazy, obsessed, and strange. In other words, I'm awesome. 

BUT! Not nearly as awesome my amazing cyber-besties! 
They are as awesome as awesome gets and I love them to death.
Both of the links to their blogs are on my side-bar, the first one being my amazing AHBB (Amity Happy Bread Buddy), who is the definition of awesome. She is the nicest person you'll ever meet and absolutely hilarious. She has made me smile even when I feel like crying (Yes, through an email) and has helped me when I needed it most. Also, I basically tell her everything I can't tell anyone here, because I know she can't say anything to anyone I know, haha.
The second one would be miss Kenzie over at think. eat. write. read., this girl is pretty much, well, amazing. She is an INCREDIBLE writer, awesome friend, and amazing to talk to. She's hilarious and epic. Every time I read her blog I sit back in awe again at her amazingness. Also, I totally copy-catted her when designing this blog because hers is so cool-looking, haha, sorry Kenz.

Thank you for taking the time to read this, obviously you are awesome. 
Please follow for new posts coming soon!