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in headlights as i’m driving by your house. and no, i don’t just mean my expression. i was only there to see if your car was. not for some creepy reason but because, i don’t know, i wanted to know for certain you were home? no one saw me. at least, you didn’t see me so why does it matter? so, i’m pulling a k turn when, there…i see her…or him, but nothing that delicate can be male. nothing that sweet can possibly be anything other than a lady. and she’s looking at me. not judging or…punishing me for doing what i’m doing. just looking. understanding, maybe. knowing what it’s like to lose something. and i take a second. i breathe with her. we breathe together.

» Posted By Caroline On 08.19.2011 @ 10:07 am

Deer lift their feet over the fence, with more grace than Rudolph could ever muster and fly into the cool crisp evening. At some point they seem to blend with the world itself.

» Posted By Caroline On 08.18.2011 @ 6:35 pm


what is success? i want to quit but that could be the opposite. the lesser of two evils.. how does one succeed? is there anyway to ever know?

» Posted By caroline On 08.17.2011 @ 9:57 pm

“What? I am very hip, I succeed well in the art of slang of modern times. And they said back in 1942 that I could never be up to date in the on goings.”
Jenny and I looked at each other. It was no wonder that the freshmen spread odd stories about her… but this was beyond weird.
“1942?” Jenny gasped, “that’s real funny… but I seem to remember the school celebrating your sixty-fifth birthday last year. You weren’t alive back then.”
Mrs. Westly turned around and faced her, “but of course I was my dear.”
“But your sixty five,” I explain.
“Thanksgiving to you for recalling such a fickle fact.” She smiled at me and turned around.
Jenny frantically caught my eye and looked towards the other side of the room, towards the door.

-Caroline (CJN)

» Posted By Caroline On 08.17.2011 @ 12:29 pm


Repeat. To do again and again, over and over. If you could would would you repeat repeat your life? Repeat. To do again and again, over and over. If you could would would you repeat repeat your life? Repeat. To do again and again, over and over. If you could would would you repeat repeat your life? Repeat. To do again and again, over and over. If you could would would you repeat repeat your life? Repeat. To do again and again, over and over. If you could would would you repeat repeat your life? Repeat. To do again and again, over and over. If you could would would you repeat repeat your life? Repeat. To do again and again, over and over. If you could would would you repeat repeat your life? Repeat. To do again and again, over and over. If you could would would you repeat repeat your life?

-Caroline, Caroline (CJN)

» Posted By Caroline On 08.16.2011 @ 1:21 pm


thread. it sews together life and clothes. old women usually use it and abuse it till theres nothing left of it. the three fates in Greek myths cut it when a persons life is about to end. anyone else is using it to save lives to make sweaters for people who are cold and it helps keep them warm

» Posted By Caroline On 08.15.2011 @ 8:22 pm

A single thread hung down from her shirt. It bobbed along as she talked. She didn’t seem much like Little Home on the Prarie from hell now, more like a very time confused math teacher.

» Posted By Caroline On 08.15.2011 @ 7:25 pm

Thread, it seems to come in handy when were at our worse; when we’ve unraveled our ends and shredded our closest(s) and broken our buttons. But it always seems to tie us together.

» Posted By Caroline On 08.15.2011 @ 7:22 pm


Sticky ends that tie us togeather, no glue no tape, no staples just thread. Thread the loose ends of life and find youself strung on a thimble and needle, sewing machine or tee shirt. BE THE THREAD! OH YEAH BABY!

» Posted By Caroline On 08.15.2011 @ 7:16 pm


je suis punie pour ce que j’ai fait. Qu’ai-je fait? Je ne sais pas, mais je suis punie quand même. Ca reste, ça me suit partout où je vais, j’ai beau fuir ou vouloir le meilleur, je n’ai que la punition du passé, qui reste, et que je ne veux pas voir partir. Pourtant, c’est mon souhait le plus fort, le plus grand. Que le passé parte et que le présent soit neuf.

» Posted By caroline On 08.15.2011 @ 6:00 am

time out once i got spanked with a brush. classical conditioning. if a kid is screaming forever and ever and he has a lolipop or some shit take away the lolipop. that happened at harris teeter when i was younger. there is a hill across from harris teeter that i went sledding on with my dad when i was 9.

» Posted By Caroline On 08.14.2011 @ 8:04 pm


Every day I discover something. I discover what it’s like to laugh so hard it hurts. I discover what it’s like to hurt so bad I cry. I discover awe. I discover

» Posted By Caroline On 08.13.2011 @ 7:32 am


She wanted answers – answers that would explain everything.
He wanted to avoid her. He saw her walking out the shop and stepped down an alleyway, just out of eyesight. He couldn’t deal with this now. What exactly was he supposed to tell her? The truth? That wouldn’t help anybody.
His phone started to ring.
She turned around, catching his sheepish eyes.
“Hey, what are you doing down there?”
“Waiting for the bus. It’s cold so I thought I’d wait in here,” he laughed. She gave him a funny look and smiled. “It’s been a while, hey?”
“Yeah, god, I know. I’ve been busy.”

» Posted By Caroline On 08.11.2011 @ 1:55 pm



» Posted By caroline On 08.08.2011 @ 1:59 am


alright, here’s the lock down on coffee. first of all, let me just ask, does everyone who drinks this stuff face this problem as well? Need to use the bathroom? Here just have one cup of this lovely morning manuer inducing milk. Yes that’s right. It’s meant to wake you up, correct? well my friends, if the caffene doesn’t quite kick in right away, i’m sure, if you’re like me, after a few sips, the snake nipping at your butt hole, threatening a violent escape, will quickly snap you out of that morning daze. Yes, that’s right. And yes, that’s why the starbucks bathroom aways smells like a business man just delievered twins, reah and dia, ask you’re wife about them. She knew them pretty well, you know, she had them last time you guys went to T-belll. yeah.

» Posted By caroline On 08.06.2011 @ 10:51 am


my new good friend from new york is the manager at mcdonnalds. This makes me smile because it reminds me that normal people work and do shit. I don’t want to be one of those spoiled kids who says psh, some mcdonnalds worker. In other words, anyone who works hard in their job deserves respect. It’s sad that we frown upon people over carmel mochas because they push a lawn mower or drop change into a cash register.

» Posted By caroline On 08.04.2011 @ 8:26 pm


It is hot. Boiling. It is the steam that rises from the ground when you know that it is breaking one hundred degrees outside. The heat surrounds me as I walk through the streets of New York. Heat. One of the worst boiling Julys in history, and naturally I am one of the lucky ones that get to suffer through it. It doesn’t take much to wear me out in this weather. I literally have to stop every few blocks and get some AC before I pass out.

» Posted By Caroline On 08.02.2011 @ 12:36 pm


He stepped in line, watching as she laughed with the customer before him. Her gold curls, tan shoulders, and maple-syrup sweet smile caught his eye with an awkward glance. He knew he was in love.

» Posted By Caroline On 07.30.2011 @ 2:17 pm


mountain. lightning. loud. rumble. stomach ache. apollo. toilet. mighty. thighs. rain storm. gray and black. voiceds. mother nature.whales. scared doggies. thunder jacket.

» Posted By Caroline On 07.27.2011 @ 7:11 am


what is up with this word? It is so short and yet could ruin someones life….

» Posted By Caroline On 07.25.2011 @ 10:37 am

I sat in bed. I didn’t lie in bed. I sat.

My whole body ached with stress and fever. Hands shaking, they always would.

I couldn’t get my mind off my pain. Only the window gave me any sense of freedom as I sat in the prison I had made for myself in bed.

I always made that prison for myself, but I made it well.

» Posted By Caroline On 07.24.2011 @ 5:08 pm

“It is my grandfather he is ill. I am so sorry but i wont be able to come to hawaii. I’m afraid for him. His funny bone is acting and he cant stop laughing! It is very hard for my family.”

» Posted By Caroline On 07.24.2011 @ 1:38 pm


My Oscar acceptance speech was perfect. Nothing had ever come so naturally to me. I knew that the moment I stepped up on that stage, I would never be forgotten. I sat in the velvet seats, my eyes closed and my fingers crossed, breathing deeply, waiting for my name to be announced.
“And the award for best leading actress in a movie goes to…Natalie Portman in Black Swan!”
…WHAT?! I watch her stride up to the stage, grinning, tears streaming down her face. That should have been ME. I’M supposed to be up there, standing in that spot, crying and making history.
That was the day I swore to myself I would do WHATEVER it takes to succeed in acting. Anything at all.

» Posted By Caroline On 07.18.2011 @ 3:42 pm


i think ciggs are grossssss. my mom smokes and im scared shes not gonna be alive when i have children because of it.:( i love her to death and want her to stop

» Posted By caroline On 07.15.2011 @ 8:35 pm


Millions of people in the airport wearing surgical masks over their faces. Wash your hands, antibacterial everywhere. Don’t share your drinks kids. Don’t lick that!! What are you doing?! We all gon die…. haha

» Posted By caroline On 07.12.2011 @ 1:47 pm


Stirring around my chocolate shake, my straw searched for one last sip of that scrumptious vacation

» Posted By caroline On 07.11.2011 @ 9:40 pm


kids need them

» Posted By caroline On 07.09.2011 @ 2:20 am


camaroon baboon south africa cape of good hope cars feeding not allowed illegal tourists hollanders windmills cheese

» Posted By Caroline On 07.08.2011 @ 9:46 am


the cranes outside of the vpac, the ones that soar so high above me. all the paper cranes of many colors. some asian proverb says that whoever receives 1000 paper cranes can make one wish. but it doesn’t matter if i got 1 million paper cranes. my only wish came true: he came back to me. and he still loves me.

» Posted By Caroline On 07.03.2011 @ 6:44 pm


given. i have given him everything. every part of me. and now, he’s come back to me. he knows that he hasn’t given me enough and he swears he’ll change that. i cannot wait to see what the future holds for us. i know in the future i won’t regret giving him everything.

» Posted By Caroline On 07.02.2011 @ 6:47 pm

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