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something needs to come to an end. it’s the end. you need to try your best for it. Cause its gonna be your best shot. Final. Omega. End. Fin. Finale.
» Posted By Caroline On 03.04.2011 @ 3:09 am
exams and stress. peanut butter and oatmeal. coffee at five am on the couch. watching the sun come up over the front porch rail. my toes wriggling under the snuggie. wanting summer so bad that i’m distracted. crosby, stills, and nash. teach your children.
» Posted By Caroline On 03.03.2011 @ 2:47 pm
I don’t have any keychains. I think that is because I don’t know where I would put them. I could put them on ym backpack. Keychains remind me of something of the sort that I used in middle school, when we had to do project adventure. Project adventure is when you have to climb up these obstabcle courses, and a rope is attached to a keychain-like object to keep you from dying if you fall (you wouldn’t smack
» Posted By Caroline On 02.27.2011 @ 7:15 pm
You can put things on tables. They support you and any thing else you like. Tables can be sturdy or they can be weak. Tables are mostly hard surfaced.
» Posted By Caroline On 02.25.2011 @ 2:34 pm
i’ve never been to a barber since i am a girl. But i was there a couple of times with my brother, only when we were kids I think, Actually i have got my hair cut there, my brother was getting his done and the woman did mine too. They have red and white poles traditionally because long ago before people could read, they knew it was a barber becaus eof those red and white poles.
» Posted By Caroline On 02.25.2011 @ 10:51 am
I was walking through the park. I saw the most beautiful girl I have ever seen sitting on a park bench, wooden, slightly rotten. She was listening to music, staring at the ground. Sitting still. Motionless. Like the bench. She was sitting at one end of the bench. I wondered if I should go and sit next to her.
» Posted By Caroline On 02.24.2011 @ 10:19 am
is a place that you can sit and relax, a place to sit at a park or on the city streets a bench is a place to just stop and take the things around you in
» Posted By Caroline On 02.23.2011 @ 11:16 pm
mangos are tasty and delicious. i love the taste explosion as you bite into it, it’s sour deliciousness running down your chin as your tastebuds go on an adventure to a magical place called.. mangodeliciousnessland. god i’m hungry.
» Posted By caroline On 02.22.2011 @ 11:50 pm
Some things are more beautiful when wound in a tangled mess than arranged in a neat and orderly fashion. To possess this quality, however, is a rare thing. Consider hair, it is best left brushed and maintained. A spiderweb, on the other hand, is beautiful in its complexity.
» Posted By Caroline On 02.17.2011 @ 7:59 pm
i love chocolate, it stands for love, during Valetine’s day, many couples send chocolate to express the love, this is very sweet, and it hences the feelings between each other.
» Posted By caroline On 02.15.2011 @ 6:58 pm
chocolate is the divine food which many women crave when they are menstruating. interestingly enough, it is also a food commonly associated with sex and the idea of a craving itself. it is, beside sex, as the ultimate womanly craving. and this is not simply due to the sugar content in it, because the best chocolate has the least sugar.
» Posted By caroline On 02.14.2011 @ 7:29 pm
against society. revolt against the world. revolt against yourself. everything you thing is the norm, break away and fly away. do not let yourself be the stereotype of what is excepted of you. revolt.
» Posted By caroline On 02.10.2011 @ 3:37 pm
that fragrance, I can’t forget.
Every night, before I drift into a deep slip it comes back to me.
Its intoxicating scent, so desirable, so…dangerous.
I need to stop, grow up. Understand the craziness of just what I am getting into.
He’s a bad man, I have to remember.
» Posted By Caroline On 02.08.2011 @ 9:00 pm
The containers containing the tiny white pills lined her medicine cabinet like soldiers waiting to be sent into battle. She took one look at her addiction – what had become of her life – sighed and reached for one of the containers.
» Posted By Caroline On 02.06.2011 @ 4:25 pm
writing about suicide is a hard one. it’s very close to my heart, and it sits just there in my breastbone, telling me little things. i really really want it. i want a lot of things, and suicide is always there to catch me if i fall, yknow? it’s my little friend, i guess. i do like it. i miss the anticipation of waiting to make a move.
» Posted By Caroline On 02.05.2011 @ 10:19 am
I’ve always been afraid of it. It’s crossed my mind, but i’ve known that i’ll never do it for fear of leaving all of my loved ones behind. it’s selfish, really. don’t take away my relationship with you because you hate yourself. you’re better than that.
» Posted By caroline On 02.04.2011 @ 8:00 pm
Things can happen anywhere. You know, the things that are intentionally vague. And I mean, what could possibly be a better place for things than a darkroom, right? Wrong.
» Posted By Caroline On 02.01.2011 @ 6:54 pm
She threw off her trench coat and kicked off her boots, spilling a bottle of already spilled acid. The boots dyed. She flicked on the light and found a picture of her father in Puerto Vallarta, sipping a beer. It hung on the line; he looked her in the eye. She put on her jacket and put the photo in her pocket, not caring to wear her boots outside.
» Posted By Caroline On 02.01.2011 @ 2:03 pm
Jelly is the most disgusting thing in the entire world. I hate the way it tastes. Ew. Gross. Especially jam with all those gross chunks in it. It is just plain nasty. I think that jelly and jam should be outlawed. No one would miss it that much…YUCK. I hate it. I wouldn’t miss it. -.-
» Posted By Caroline On 01.31.2011 @ 6:21 pm
love, amazing, fire, die, path, journey, Steven, Seagull, lol, cats, biatch, poetry, ineptitude, high school, me, blouse, ribbon, kingdom hearts, joy, tuck, pants, hahahaha, New Moon, prelude, interlude, hey jude, blue moon, swoon, croon, Dune, Johnny Depp
» Posted By Caroline On 01.21.2011 @ 8:30 pm
“holy SHIT!” caleb shouted, scrambling off the floor like a little girl. i laughed a little bit with him and a little bit at him. “it’s just a spider,” i chuckled, and flicked it toward the door. he struggled to regain his manhood. “i know,” he stood up.
» Posted By caroline On 01.20.2011 @ 10:13 am
Edition can be a volume of a newspaper, or book. It is the “latest edition”, which sounds like “latest addition” – they have kind of the same meaning.
» Posted By Caroline On 01.15.2011 @ 8:22 pm
She was the type that liked old books. The old, musty, stale kind you find in the back of bookstores with gold-embossed spines and intriguing smells. The kind where you run your finger over the pages just to glimpse its beginnings, feeling the dust that settles over the years; it made her feel ancient in only a way that a 28-year-old can.
» Posted By Caroline On 01.15.2011 @ 3:29 pm
A whim. A wish. A will of a whim. should you follow a whim? i think not ask him.
» Posted By caroline On 01.14.2011 @ 1:01 pm
“why not?” i shrugged, enjoying the spontaneous smile on his face. we were leaving on a whim, which fit so perfectly with how we’d arrived. i was starting to doubt his assertion that he wasn’t usually like this, that he usually planned everything to the minute. i liked this allegedly new version of him.
» Posted By caroline On 01.14.2011 @ 11:59 am
I wake every morning feeling tired. The sun gives me no energy, the sky has not the ability to inspire. I dread the day to come.
» Posted By Caroline On 01.12.2011 @ 7:16 pm
opening your eyes gradually, slowly stretching out and reaching; then i realize that we’ve switched places overnight and he’s on the other side, i’m reaching out into thin air, about to fall.
» Posted By caroline On 01.12.2011 @ 12:41 pm
The girl stepped outside dressed in a ragged white tee shirt and her mothers old pair of blue jeans. She was quietly munching on an apple. After climbing down her front steps the girl hailed the yellow cab that was zooming her way. “TAXI!” she yelped. The cab was warm and toasty and smelt like authentic leather. She starred out the window and counted every tree that passed. As the cab picked up speed the objects outside became a soft green blur.
» Posted By Caroline On 01.10.2011 @ 7:36 pm
everything had finally worked in his favor. he admired the ceiling from his place on the bed, thinking about how much he used to look at it, and how little he did now. it was a shame, really, because it was a pretty ceiling. but now that everything was going perfectly, it was a small price to pay.
» Posted By caroline On 01.07.2011 @ 2:01 pm
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Perfectly is a word to say that something . ” It is perfectly right” for example.
» Posted By Caroline On 01.07.2011 @ 1:58 pm