The Downlow

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austin, texas, United States
aspiring writer, English and journalism student, hails from Texas. likes include writing, coffee, books, whisky and people.

Tuesday, August 30, 2011


Only the nicest, smartest, funniest and goofiest die young.
R.I.P. Richard Holland. Pray for him and his family and roommates. 


the colors of the street signs

I am awake and I think I'm probably going to stay that way. I might clean my apartment.
I don't know why I'm blogging right now hah. I don't really have a lot to say. I guess I really don't want to be alone.


Saturday, August 27, 2011

under the sheets

And let's join forces,
we've got our guns and horses.
I know you've been burnt,
but every fire is a lesson learnt.


Thursday, August 25, 2011

nobody knows you

High energy pencil skirt wearing journalist Loch is back with a mug of coffee inside her and a bottle of Jack Daniels waiting at home. I forgot how much I missed this. Sorry I didn't write yesterday, I've been at the office non-stop.
Have you ever had that feeling in the pit of your stomach that you are exactly where you're supposed to be?
I love you,

Tuesday, August 23, 2011

don't call me baby

Do you think you're better off alone?

Much love, more tomorrow,

Wednesday, August 17, 2011

the fires did declare us

Another bright morning,
an hour earlier than I normally wake 
and I slide up from the covers,
and out of my room.
The lights are almost always off in this apartment,
big windows overlooking sunbathed hills one way,
construction the other.
On the coffee table lies charcoal,
an etching on bright white paper,
a girl unclothed and turned away.
“Embarrased,” says my roommate.
I leave, start my day,
the morning ends,
but the girl stays,
akward and bent,
face turned away from the sunlight that fills the room.

Lightly edited. 

Tuesday, August 16, 2011

all i ask

"For some of us, books are as important as almost anything else on earth. What a miracle it is that out of these small, flat rigid squares of paper unfolds world after world after world, worlds that sing to you, comfort and quiet or excite you. Books help us understand who we are and how we are to behave. They show us how to live and die."


if i was just another dusty record

I am determined to win.
I want my movie theater ending but it seems very, very far away. Wish me luck!

I love you,

Monday, August 15, 2011

a work in progress

I don't care what people say,
the rush is worth the price I pay.


Saturday, August 13, 2011

you're still breathing.

Sorry I was gone so long, my macbook had to have the keyboard replaced so it was at the apple store and while I did have access to computers, it just didn't feel right rushing to post something, and certainly not on a computer that wasn't my baby. I am writing this sitting by my ridiculously cluttered bookshelves and my huge window in my classyass sixth floor apartment in West Campus, looking across at an apartment complex I had a drunken revelation at late last semester while I wait for my bed to get delivered so my room will finally be finished. Yesterday I said goodbyes and left Plano and the past two days have been full of shopping and lugging things up six flights of stairs and the most ridiculous amount of unpacking, and it's so close to being finished, and all that I have been able to think since I got here is that I belong in this city more than anywhere else in the world.
So happy to be home,

Thursday, August 4, 2011

this could almost kill me,

I'm alone in Plano once again.
list of things on my mind
the end of summer
the harold song

I think that, for the moment at least, flannel and tights-for-pants wearing novelist loch is winning out over high heel and pencil skirt wearing journalist loch.
I love you more than anything,

word of mouth

I will never understand, why do people choose to settle?
I miss some things and want some others. Mmmmm Austin is so close I can taste itttttttt

Try and send me mental writing motivation vibes! There have been way to many other things to think about the past couple of days.
I love you!

Tuesday, August 2, 2011

my writing is illegible

A constant reminder on the shuffle setting of my iPod.



Tonight my friends and I got milkshakes at the whataburger by my best friend's old apartment complex. We drove through the parking lot of my old high school and past the elementary school park where I was bridged to a brownie and had my first cigarette, but we didn't stop to get out.
Today was long and amazing in a lot of ways. I met people I've only ever dreamed of meeting and I was terrified that they wouldn't like me or I wouldn't be who they thought I was but it was the most normal feeling in the world. I also realized that Plano doesn't feel exactly how it used to. It's weird being homesick for a different city.
On a side note,
I am not sad because I am not done with you yet but I am also not an idiot. Now is not a good time. 
 This is not for who you think.

The only thing that stays the same is change

I love you and I can't wait to go home again,