Comments Posted By Charlotte
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flex and flay. swish and sway. the rustle and bustle. all become one in the light of the day yet monsters at night.
» Posted By Charlotte On 09.07.2012 @ 7:05 pm
The feeling of an object against your fingertips. The material, the items feel and look. The softness or hardness or any descriptive word which describes an individual items surface.
» Posted By Charlotte On 09.01.2012 @ 11:42 am
over-rated gossip that eats away at peoples intelligence and self confidence, or entertainment that briefly distracts you from life’s tedious nature?!
» Posted By charlotte On 08.29.2012 @ 11:44 am
i believe that all our lives are nothing but a chain of events in which every choice shapes this chain, and in the end we can either accept the end result, or reject that which you have worked your whole life to build
» Posted By charlotte On 08.26.2012 @ 7:13 am
The cool links pressed on my skin as I walked into the room. I could smell the damp metal in the air and wondered what horror I had entered into. I felt the rust on my arms and it sent goosebumps right into the core of my spine.
» Posted By Charlotte On 08.26.2012 @ 2:15 am
To the side of what? A building? A tree. Are we hiding behind the side of a building, or dashing past it. Am I beside something or is it beside me?
» Posted By Charlotte On 08.24.2012 @ 2:53 pm
you were by my side, now you have left. It’s such a strange thing when you think people will be by your side forever, then in one day things could be totally destroyed. I miss you by my side, kissing, cuddling, laughing at each other. I miss you more and more every day, I hate what has happened to us, i wish things would be okay and you were by my side again. That isn’t going to happen though.
» Posted By Charlotte On 08.24.2012 @ 3:45 am
half a life, half anything. being half alive is the worst part, you’re alive, but not in your head. you have no thoughts, no proper ones to actually be living. I feel dead a lot of the time, by myself, sitting, watching, waiting and everything else. half a piece of fruit so broken, broken into pieces.
» Posted By Charlotte On 08.21.2012 @ 9:35 pm
i like the comfort, it makes me smile, feel content. knowing that somebody is there, it’s nice. I don;t feel alone anymore, the rain may pour, though i know somebody has taken the time out to spend time with me. It doesn’t even have to be a person, it can be an animal. anything that makes you feel any less lonely.
» Posted By charlotte On 08.21.2012 @ 1:06 am
Principal is something that you live by–it’s your own code of honor–what makes you do what you do. It’s the difference between the right and the wrong. It’s was differentiates the good people from the bad.
» Posted By Charlotte On 07.29.2012 @ 4:47 pm
sitting at the desk gives you a sick sense of power. your office overlooks the playground where you can see them conduct their adorable little games. one of them runs and the other chases, it reminds you a little bit of your superintendent. where are your teachers going? he asks. they can’t just be disappearing. and then you run. he chases but you run. he has no reason to chase you – that is, not to anyone else.
» Posted By charlotte On 07.29.2012 @ 2:51 pm
That’s where they lay him. The rectangle of cushioned insanity. The stretcher. They put him down to die, at least a part of him. The strange sounds of his mind went to die there.
» Posted By Charlotte On 07.18.2012 @ 1:09 pm
i have no idea what this word means or is. it sounds like something that’s in a car, like, to start the engine or something but i really don’t have any clue! i wish i knew so i could write more but i guess i don’t know!
» Posted By Charlotte On 07.14.2012 @ 6:57 pm
To be honest, I’m not entirely sure what turbine means. I could sit here all day and bullshit some meaning into it, but I won’t. I’ve been working on my honesty. And there’s enough bullshit in the world.
» Posted By Charlotte On 07.10.2012 @ 10:19 am
On shorthand notice I needed to write a text on an academical topic with sources from the internet or from books. I don’t know what academical topic I have to write about. I never know such things, it is really difficult for me to think about a topic I can write about.
» Posted By Charlotte On 05.09.2012 @ 12:47 am
I should have learned shorthand. I could be sitting at a desk beside a man with job security because I would know how to turn chicken scratch into words. Instead, I’m doing philosophy.
» Posted By Charlotte On 05.08.2012 @ 2:26 pm
I wish I were this – maybe it’s the whole self esteem thing that has me thinking so negatively. I am not feeling well today.
» Posted By Charlotte On 03.24.2012 @ 9:56 pm
I like to recycle everything I use, I only take old take away containers to school and I always recycle my paper and cans. I love recycling so much, it makes me so joyous when I finsh reycycling.
» Posted By Charlotte On 03.12.2012 @ 12:40 am
swinging on a branch is fun, but I prefer to swing on a trapeze. Been doing it for years. Swing swing swing. Sometimes its all I think about swinging — flying. I just can’t get enough. Swinging gets me of the ground, off the tangibility of life.
» Posted By Charlotte On 03.06.2012 @ 11:25 pm
Isn’t it interesting the way things work? We spend so much time over the course of our lives attempting to discover how things function.
Wouldn’t it be nice to just accept the fact that they do, and be grateful?
» Posted By Charlotte On 01.30.2012 @ 8:51 pm
» Posted By Charlotte On 01.12.2012 @ 1:04 am
Prints of paper… printer. Prints on clothes, like zebra print, leopard print, etc. That’s all i can think of.
» Posted By charlotte On 11.10.2011 @ 8:55 am
Being a lover of fashion, I assume I’m suppose to talk about textile prints. Prints can add pop to the outfit whether it’s a night on the town or picking up the kids from day care. Prints are a major need in every women’s wardrobe just to spice things up a little. An awesome pillow with a killer Mediterranean print can brighten up a room in a snap. Prints are useful for our everyday life.
» Posted By Charlotte On 11.09.2011 @ 4:06 pm
Patent as copyright… but the first thing that comes to my mind is patent, the material, like patent shoes, patent bags, patent leather.
» Posted By charlotte On 11.09.2011 @ 10:47 am
patent leather… bags , shoes, sort of a plastic looking material? PB bags! i have way too much time and not enough to write… But yes, Patent leather.
» Posted By Charlotte On 11.09.2011 @ 6:53 am
Tires allow you to go. But, if they pop or have a leak, you might not be safe. Check your tires regularly and everything should be ok.
Go, enjoy and live.
» Posted By Charlotte On 11.06.2011 @ 8:33 am
of thing. of people. of stories. of place. things combined to make a whole. a picture. a circle. a idea. its the coming together of things that makes the world sometimes rather beautiful. Even in the dark moments when things fit together like a puzzle, its something kind of wonderful.
» Posted By Charlotte On 11.03.2011 @ 2:36 pm
Today, the little boy I shadow told me he was sad.
He is a four year old child with autism. He looked at me, with teary eyes and a very runny nose and said “I’m sad.”
The most profound sentance of the day.
» Posted By Charlotte On 11.02.2011 @ 7:36 pm
man, someone who you live with, marriage, kids, house, nice, flowers, nice weather, ring, nice dress, dogs, cats, family, wedding, funny, happy, holidays, cool nice,
» Posted By charlotte On 10.30.2011 @ 3:07 pm
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Artistry is life. With a simple pencil you can create life; a whole world. Imagine that; a whole world at your fingertips, just waiting to be created.
To possess some sort of artistry in your body, is to possess limitless possibilities of what can be created and achieved. To waste a talent is denying to right to reach your true potential.
Art is beauty.
» Posted By Charlotte On 10.27.2011 @ 2:39 am