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I love candid pictures of friends at picnics and of random people on instagram. Of smiling faces and random animals and happy days and journals from worlds before. I wish I had more candids of myself as a child or as relationships progressed so that I would be able to remember.
» Posted By Alex On 05.20.2015 @ 7:25 pm
She was leaving in a few days, and I was heartbroken. We were making an effort to make the most of our last hours together. Some friends surprised her by getting a hotel room for the night, at this foul motel just off the highway. It was the most comical jacuzzi suite I had ever stayed in, and we were quick to start enjoying the strange motel party. The boys were piling into the questionable jacuzzi, and the girls couldn’t stop laughing at the sight. Surprisingly, the night made for a perfect last hurrah before my best friend left home to join the Air Force.
» Posted By Alex On 04.13.2015 @ 9:53 am
i offer you my life. i offer you this and that and everything that comes with it. i offer you the promise of love, of bright days and warm nights. i offer you things that you may never be able to return. i offer you everything and more. i offer you, me.
» Posted By alex On 01.22.2015 @ 10:52 am
That’s some hipster retrograde level sort of shit right there.
Emerge lovingly from the equivalent of your own flesh sack as something beautiful that has the capacity to die in a millisecond from some other creature.
» Posted By Alex On 01.08.2015 @ 5:17 pm
rented heart hurts because it’s not yours, don’t rent hurts, it’s out of fashion
» Posted By Alex On 01.05.2015 @ 11:49 am
Wintertime is a time of snuggling up close to the fireplace, being with friends and family, and the best holidays of the year (in my opinion). It’s all about together-ness. While it may be cold and bitter to some, some of the best Winter memories we have is outside in the cold of the white snow and flurries that fall from the skies.
» Posted By Alex On 12.22.2014 @ 3:54 pm
Isn’t it something, people assuming or just figuring that humans have come far. But we haven’t. We’re not so distant from our Neanderthal predecessors. We’re still primitive. Hungry. Horny. Angry. We want to fight. Fuck. Eat. Kill. Destroy. Rebuild. And we all stick together for some reason. Because we need each other. That’s fucking tribal.
» Posted By Alex On 12.07.2014 @ 1:16 pm
farmers our great planters.They have lots of animals.A dog usually controls the sheep.Cows usually produce milk or goats.Horse are useful for getting from place to place.pigs they produce bacon for a meal.Done.
» Posted By Alex On 11.10.2014 @ 11:31 am
i would never have been able to stay on path. she was my everything. now shes just a memory i wish she were always here. i grew to attached and she left. what happned to our promises!! does love mean nothing.
» Posted By Alex On 10.16.2014 @ 1:55 pm
She is 23 years old when she had this big accident with the car She tried to go to university with her best friends . Suddenly a giant bear appeared between them. She tried to stop the car but it was to late. They crushed into bear/ Then the car fall into the canyon/ They were found by mountain climbers after several hours.
» Posted By Alex On 10.15.2014 @ 5:16 am
Nick was the underdog in the basketball game because he was really uncoordinated and kinda stupid. The other team swept him away making him cry. The final score was 65-2
» Posted By Alex On 10.03.2014 @ 11:58 am
grateful to nature for her compassion
» Posted By alex On 09.25.2014 @ 12:01 am
A powerful feeling. Absent when we most need it. The only time when you can show it is when experiencing fear.
» Posted By Alex On 08.16.2014 @ 1:32 pm
We sat gazing up at the stars and wondered what it all meant. Were we supposed to be here to begin with. Was is the right decision to leave yesterday. Was our village going to be angry. If only the answers could be found up there, in the great blackness.
» Posted By Alex On 08.02.2014 @ 9:01 pm
Fighting against apathy is like scraping coarse fabric against soft skin. It tears and leaves a rash that irritates. I struggle so much with focus that it makes me want to scream. I am sitting in a public library right now, at one of those study tables, and the girl across from me has her nose in a text book and is muttering almost inaudibly to herself as she scans the words and keeps whipping out highlighters. So intensely focused. Why am I so apathetic? I can’t bring myself to care…morale has left me, tenacity is gone, left with nothing more that the sickly unimpressive desire for comfort.
» Posted By Alex On 07.29.2014 @ 4:03 pm
Wow this word is pretty. I really have no idea what it means, but I really like it.
» Posted By Alex On 07.10.2014 @ 11:16 am
It is perfectly illogical to think you can turn into any kind of animal you want. The same way it is absurd to think that you can just up and quit your job to travel across the country in a van, living off the land and taking pictures and living like a perfect little boho.
Illogical, yet…SO beautiful.
(Most illogical things are.)
» Posted By Alex On 07.09.2014 @ 6:19 pm
After all the choices he’d made, his heart was slightly more disfigured, but just slightly mind you. If you were to hold up the two hearts, the original and the way it looked now you would notice…but if you were to look at the latest version of his heart, you would barely be able to tell it had changed.
Just slightly blacker, peakier here and there, with a slight bulge here or a white tube there.
It is always the little things over time that change us, mold us, perfect or disfigure us. (And our organs.)
» Posted By Alex On 07.08.2014 @ 3:01 pm
I am tryiiiiiing to be vocal to myself about the important things I need to DO:
Hold on to your dreams, but don’t become so consumed by the things you hope to do and recieve that you become distracted and even negligent of your work.
After all, your work and your income are what will TRANSPORT you in the direction of your dreams. (I just barely wrote this exact same thing on 750words, but I don’t care; I need to pound it into my brain)
» Posted By Alex On 07.07.2014 @ 3:49 pm
There’s a secret door behind the oven. Believe it or not, you have to climb inside, scary as it may be—just pretend you’re going to Narnia if it makes you feel better. You will come out on the other side any where you wish to be. Magic!
» Posted By Alex On 07.05.2014 @ 12:21 pm
If only there were a patch on my hole in the middle of my chest.
» Posted By Alex On 07.03.2014 @ 2:22 pm
Oh those rafters, how they float and fill and ring—How the particles in the air dance around them, flirtatiously, daringly. How dangerously high and old and damp and sometimes clotted with dust, until the owls come in the night, their landing perches erupting clouds.
» Posted By Alex On 07.02.2014 @ 11:58 pm
are a cloudless
that beckons on into mine
so that I can fully
deeply love you
deeper than the depths of the
and your cloudless
» Posted By Alex On 06.15.2014 @ 10:01 am
instill this here heart raging fragments of splintering warmth rush up from the wet dirt
soil nourishing this heart
which grows on your love
and plowed by the chariots
horses of our surroundings
» Posted By Alex On 06.12.2014 @ 12:37 pm
I was lost. I was stuck in time and i couldn’t find a way out. I stood there in my black boots waiting. I was just waiting in the blissful silence. I didn’t know what for but i was. Maybe i was hoping for an end to the madness but maybe i wasn’t.
» Posted By Alex On 06.12.2014 @ 8:19 am
Oh man, I can eat it for breakfast. I like it cold. I like it all over his face, because it improves his smiles.
Crucial: the frosting is the BEST part, but only if it’s not whipped cream. Only the real sugary kind.
» Posted By Alex On 06.09.2014 @ 12:27 pm
Stalling is when you are flying a plane upwards at a angle that is too steep, the wings don’t generate enough lift so you end up falling while still pointing upwards
» Posted By Alex On 06.05.2014 @ 5:40 pm
The car stalled as we heaved and pushed the massive bulk of the Ford out of the rut to escape the imminent wall of sand.
» Posted By Alex On 06.05.2014 @ 6:26 am
The hunter is hunted
the killer is killed
the thief is stolen from
» Posted By Alex On 06.04.2014 @ 6:18 am
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Horribly sly was the rat that sulked in the shadow of the dimly lit alleys waiting for it’s prey. Huge yellow teeth glistened with the warm golden of the many surrounding street lamps shrinking back in fear of being seen. Huge was this colossal being that crowded into the small alleyway from which it would hunt. Like the man that stood concealed in the shadow of a balcony high above. He had it in his sights…
» Posted By Alex On 06.03.2014 @ 6:41 am