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Don’t take it out on me.. please. let it go. take a breath, show me some compassion, maybe a smile. put down that hand and give me a hug
» Posted By Emma On 03.09.2010 @ 8:58 pm
i’m terrified. im terrified of nuclear war. we all have our weapons pointed at each other, ready to destruct at any given moment. i dont want the world to end. i have so much more to live for, so much more to do.
» Posted By emma On 03.12.2010 @ 7:15 pm
You can’t understand where I’m coming from on this one. The problem is, I’m not so sure I understand either.
There’s just a feeling. And everybody always says to listen to your heart and go with your gut, right? So maybe that’s what I’m doing. Maybe not.
But there’s something missing here. Not here, I guess. No, not here, not this room. But in my life. A passion’s missing.
So, you see, ever since that root canal you had last Thursday, the one where you went to some wacked out dentist and got an infection and paid so much money to fix it? Yeah. Ever since then, I’ve wanted to go to law school.
» Posted By Emma On 03.15.2010 @ 10:39 am
An entire tree. I could hardly imagine the yard without it, a gaping whole would sit in the space once filled by a massive oak. Who are we to rip it out?
Who are you to rip it out?
It’s not your tree. Really, it’s not my tree–even though I’ve always felt so. So if you’re cutting it down to prove a point, or make space, or build…don’t.
Not for me. Not for yourself. Not for the tree, even. But for the planet. For the world.
It might sound cliche, but I love that tree. Sure, I love a lot of things: my dog, my parents, red tootsie roll pops, snow days. But also a tree. A beautiful, sturdy tree. It’s not just a plant to me anymore. It’s a symbol, and my rock, and a piece of something larger and more important than just us.
Plus, we can all learn a lesson from trees. And no, not just the “giving” kind, though that one was quite wise. Trees are the perfect and quintesential oxymoron–yet, at the same time, a beautiful example of enlightened life. They grow up with all of the strength and purpose in the world, but never sever their roots–their ties to their origins, their connection to home. So before you uproot that lesson, listen. Look. Learn. That tree has a lot to teach you.
» Posted By Emma On 03.15.2010 @ 10:35 am
key chains seem to carry all of your worldy possessions at your fingertips, cards for food, car keys, vacation places you loved, worlds best mom. they sum up your life, without saying a word. You can tell alot about a person by just looking at their keychain. are they in the army? do they play sports? are they simplistic, with only minimal on their keychain or do they have cards from every store theyve been to? how about keys? how many are on there? not to mention key chains are very useful when your rooting around in that big ol bag of yours?
» Posted By emma On 03.15.2010 @ 7:16 pm
It makes me inspired when i see people craft.
» Posted By emma On 02.27.2010 @ 1:52 pm
People come to lawyers when they are upset and wish to get even with somebody.
» Posted By emma On 02.26.2010 @ 2:40 pm
Oh snap, I need a slap.
To get started.
» Posted By Emma On 02.01.2010 @ 2:42 pm
The bundle had hemp string wrapped around it. It was worn with layers of tape that had failed and were covering the old cardboard.
» Posted By Emma On 01.30.2010 @ 11:46 am
I just needed an outlet. Some kind of release. Some way of letting everything crazy on the inside push forward to the outside. Some way to stop bottling everything up before I completely exploded. so I picked up the paintbrush and illustrated my frustration.
» Posted By Emma On 01.29.2010 @ 12:58 pm
calm of breath and body and mind and i press my hands together at my breast and I can breathe and breathe. downward dog was always too much for me but i can rest in child’s pose and feel like a woman with my knees digging against the floor and my lungs sighing and sighing. I can only think sometime when I am there and standing and so full of breath.
» Posted By Emma On 01.24.2010 @ 9:00 pm
Imports and exports have impacted the Wright family for 65 years. Ever since Mr. Wright became an importer, he met his wife, Mrs. Wright, who was an EXporter. Together, they created the perfect porting team. Many items came in; many went out. It was a successful business.
» Posted By Emma On 01.22.2010 @ 1:21 pm
I AM SO HOOKED ON MIKU RIGHT NOW ahhhh but seriously i will not be happy until i find a man of that caliber of cuteness. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ca8XKKg1vYU&feature=related
» Posted By emma On 01.20.2010 @ 7:04 pm
The clopping of horse hooves against the gravel path resonated deeply, it’s constant beat a contrast with the bright fall of fast rain, and in synch with the rhythmic beating of my heart. My nerves were getting the best of me, I could hear my heart beat to match the pace of the rain rather than the clopping, now. I tugged at the frosty zipper of my rain coat, pulling it towards my chin, and made my way out in to the rain.
» Posted By emma On 10.14.2009 @ 11:03 am
white orchid, white oleander, weddings, death, mom and daughter, hope, love, home, cakes, a bakery, safety, hugs, Italy, family, sick, rain, TV, ruin, America,
» Posted By Emma On 10.07.2009 @ 1:09 pm
what we all must do.
and fight for.
we need courage from ourselves and others for this.
we need to believe in ourselves.
those who have the will, will survive.
» Posted By Emma On 10.05.2009 @ 1:03 pm
hello im emma whats your name my friends bein rude right now and its sad i want to the mall and had so fun now i smell catpee its gross i just ate mac and chese a
» Posted By Emma On 10.04.2009 @ 7:50 pm
The chalice wasn’t full, but he could smell the heady aroma of the wine as he knelt before the priest administering the sacrament. Blood of Christ, he thought reverently, but thoughts of blood were so complicated these days. He closed his eyes and drank anyway. The power to save, power to heal, he thought, if only.
» Posted By Emma On 10.02.2009 @ 4:10 pm
I hate my neck. It creaks and never feels comfortable. Ever. In fact, I twist and turn it so often, attempting to relieve the air pockets between my vertebrae, that I look like Voldemort in Harry Potter when he does HIS neck cracky thing.
» Posted By Emma On 03.20.2010 @ 4:15 pm
I’m terribly unfond of lakes. They have this stagnant unpleasantness because the water never moves and it just seems to breed bugs and other unfavorable things. Plus, the bottom is pretty slimy and feels nasty between your toes. I prefer the ocean, where the water actually moves.
» Posted By Emma On 03.21.2010 @ 1:52 pm
And he swelled up with pride.
» Posted By emma On 03.22.2010 @ 1:41 pm
something that is pretty outdated=-we don’t really say it anymore, it makes me thinking of fat things, since they’ve sort of swollen, I like to put on a posh accent when I say it!
» Posted By emma On 03.21.2010 @ 8:02 pm
She looked down at her iPhone. There were still no messages. It’d been a week since her’s and his parents had found out that she was pregnant. Her parents took the highly unexpected news fine, but his on the other hand… She had no clue that they were that conservative about that sort of thing.
» Posted By Emma On 03.22.2010 @ 9:53 pm
Doesn’t everyone just want to live in peace and unity. It’s unlikely that this will ever happen with all that is conflicting in our various different cultures but a young girl can dream right?
» Posted By Emma On 03.26.2010 @ 8:39 am
Tragic is a bad word. It is always associated with bad things that have happened. For example you would hear it in a newspaper article like a car crash, “There was a tragic car accident yesterday”, it can also describe terrible accidents, “There was a tragic accident yesterday when Bob fell off his roof.”
» Posted By Emma On 03.28.2010 @ 6:00 pm
Hmm well my immediate thoguht is of Easter! It is Easter weekemnd this month so that makes sense! And now im craving chocolate Lindt rabbits!! haha xD It also reminds me of a rabid rabbit we once had in my house that terrifid the life out of me!
» Posted By Emma On 03.29.2010 @ 7:44 am
this is the word of Jess. There is but one word for he of such naming, and that be the word of Bunny. Particularly, Science Fiction Bunny, women of the jump(ing) suit declaring : there has been and will be no other than he, Jess Man!
» Posted By emma On 03.28.2010 @ 7:34 pm
i either think of hair clip or movie clip. i just bought a beautiful danforth pewter hair clip, it’s very nice. holds all of my hair together elegantly. favorite movie is mean girls, just watched a funny youtube clip about a man who makes up songs.
» Posted By Emma On 03.29.2010 @ 9:11 pm
water beading on the skin, patina against dark bluish purple on a cool late summer morning, delicate yet satisfying crunch
» Posted By Emma On 03.18.2010 @ 12:30 pm
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the arrow pierced his heart. he was in love. hehad just seen the object of his newfound affection, but it was an example of…love at first sight
» Posted By Emma On 10.30.2009 @ 10:20 pm