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chrissy

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About Me

my name is christine danielle hammond. i think about things a lot and i like to write down what i'm thinking. i think words are beautiful. i have a big heart. i think LOVE is the most precious thing we were ever given by God. i trust too easily... but i always try to believe the best in every situation. i love the rain. and thunderstorms. i love to smile. i love to laugh. i love to listen to people. tell me anything. i won't judge you. i understand. we are all in this together. we need each other. i love to dance. i love to sing. i love spaghetti. and green olives. i love sour candy. i hate fighting and i hate war. both are completely pointless. i love coffee. i love turtlenecks and sweaters. i love movies and i watch WAY too many of them!...which is probably why i'm a hopeless romantic. i love lake michigan. i can watch and listen to the waves for hours. i love to take walks....especially in the fall. i love shopping. i have too many pairs of shoes. yellow is my favorite color. i love grey skies. i work a lot. i'm taking this semester off from school and hopefully will be attending class again next semester. i want to be an english teacher. but sometimes i think it would be fun to be a nurse. i have always wanted to be a pilot. i love my family. they are all precious to me. i have 3 brothers and 3 sisters and 2 wonderful parents. i am going to be an aunt soon and i'm super excited!!!
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"the world is not respectable; it is mortal, tormented, confused, deluded forever; but it is shot through with beauty, with love, with glints of courage and laughter; and in these, the spirit blooms timidly, and struggles to the light amid the thorns." -george santayana"What is REAL?" asked the Rabbit one day, when they were lying side by side near the nursery fender, before Nana came to tidy the room. "Does it mean having things that buzz inside you and a stick-out handle?""Real isn't how you are made," said the Skin Horse. "It's a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real.""Does it hurt?" asked the Rabbit."Sometimes," said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. "When you are Real you don't mind being hurt.""Does it happen all at once, like being wound up," he asked, "or bit by bit?""It doesn't happen all at once," said the Skin Horse. "You become. It takes a long time. That's why it doesn't happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don't matter at all, because once you are Real you can't be ugly, except to people who don't understand.""I suppose you are real?" said the Rabbit. And then he wished he had not said it, for he thought the Skin Horse might be sensitive. But the Skin Horse only smiled.

Music:

kevin hammond, frou frou, imogen heap, downhere, coldplay, gavin degraw, radiohead, the cranberries, sleeping at last, david gray, jack johnson, john mayer, making april, dashboard confessional, ......i love lots of music......the list could go on forever.......

Movies:

the fountain, eternal sunshine of the spotless mind, vanilla sky, almost famous, notting hill, school of rock, stranger than fiction, napolean dynamite, pride and prejudice, the notebook, city of angels, secret window, pretty in pink, sixteen candles, valley girl, peggy sue got married, only you, westside story, romeo and juliet

Television:

gilmore girls, america's next top model

Books:

the Bible. poetry by pablo neruda. poetry by sylvia plath. "What is REAL?" asked the Rabbit one day, when they were lying side by side near the nursery fender, before Nana came to tidy the room. "Does it mean having things that buzz inside you and a stick-out handle?""Real isn't how you are made," said the Skin Horse. "It's a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real.""Does it hurt?" asked the Rabbit."Sometimes," said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. "When you are Real you don't mind being hurt.""Does it happen all at once, like being wound up," he asked, "or bit by bit?""It doesn't happen all at once," said the Skin Horse. "You become. It takes a long time. That's why it doesn't happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don't matter at all, because once you are Real you can't be ugly, except to people who don't understand.""I suppose you are real?" said the Rabbit. And then he wished he had not said it, for he thought the Skin Horse might be sensitive. But the Skin Horse only smiled.

Heroes:

Jesus Christ. my mommy.

My Blog

truth

through impeding fingersa sub-conscious web of grey desirereturning eternity to winter cold ...
Posted by chrissy on Thu, 22 Nov 2007 07:29:00 PST

the meeting

black tidesand sweet whitetongue lovedashesmixed andmadeawareinside flushed cheeksruby redinvitations with wordsunveiledand untouchedpersonally publicandcontentobstructedintentionsa defaultto complyin...
Posted by chrissy on Thu, 22 Nov 2007 07:27:00 PST

the secret

  silent regretbroken by your gaze of immunityyour subtle touch abates my insecurityas my broken heartreaches for your healingmy handsfind redemptionfalling fastat the sound ofyour voiceand i st...
Posted by chrissy on Thu, 22 Nov 2007 07:28:00 PST

naked cigarettes

this place we meeta soft surrender of sweetnessskin glowsundermoonlit branchesshadowsyour eyes shinea blue embraceof nocturnal firea release ofbreathof held secretsunseen desiretrembling bodiescollide...
Posted by chrissy on Wed, 14 Nov 2007 04:49:00 PST

this death

these pale moon slivers crave red love these open wounds these scars of treason this dark is blinding my cold cold heart falls from me i cannot find this road to reason this black sky of stars the sta...
Posted by chrissy on Mon, 01 Oct 2007 09:27:00 PST

this life

  your lips of red graze my broken skin my blood falls from white scars upon my pale, tired wrists i've been opened up before but this time it feels like freedom we will release this hurt puddles...
Posted by chrissy on Mon, 01 Oct 2007 09:09:00 PST

dead girls are easy

i lie at this gate called beautiful black mercy floats above me my chest rises at your call i did not ask for you yet i suffer at your hands the sound of your voice controls me and in your eyes i am ...
Posted by chrissy on Tue, 31 Jul 2007 10:44:00 PST

LOVE

the cry of a fathers heart                My child,You may not know me, but I know everything about you...(Psalm 139:1). I know when y...
Posted by chrissy on Sat, 10 Jun 2006 10:01:00 PST

in my head

a haunting feeling-of lost love-and broken solid nights-cold nights-your breath-only a dream upon my neck-as we  sleep-your hand-a ghost upon my cheek flushed-pink from exhaustion-thoughts amiss-...
Posted by chrissy on Fri, 02 Jun 2006 11:07:00 PST