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whether or not you’re here or there always know that you are loved. whether or not you think it or not always know that someone cares about you and whether or not you realize it not only is it the people in your lives that love and care for you but you should always realize that you are loved and cared for by you. if you don’t think you do you should decide whether you want to be happy in life or not! because deciding that you are enough decides whetjer you are or your not.
» Posted By jen On 09.06.2012 @ 12:34 am
Sustain the passion of a pifetime . Start with the first kiss. Move through the depression days. Continue past the giddy days. Ask for his hand. Get your ring.
» Posted By Jen On 09.04.2012 @ 8:21 pm
An occuring result that was hoped for but not anticipated
» Posted By Jen On 09.04.2012 @ 5:49 am
A result of faith
» Posted By Jen On 09.04.2012 @ 5:48 am
the things that you look back on in retrospect that you learned a lesson from. that you are alive and well. that the world keeps spinning. That love exists and is worth fighting for.
» Posted By jen On 09.03.2012 @ 4:36 pm
my fingertips upon your skin, my soft hands clawing at your coarse chest hair, the texture of the Egyptian cotton sheets slipping beneath our bodies
» Posted By Jen On 09.02.2012 @ 2:59 am
its something you feel and can see. something you can taste and will make or break a meal. its because of a texture you can see age and newness.because of texture life is always filled with dimension
» Posted By jen On 09.01.2012 @ 10:54 pm
you. Its you, its always been you. I think of you to get out of bed in the morning, think of you as I stir my tea, think of you every moment of the day. You are my salvation, my life, my love.
» Posted By Jen On 08.30.2012 @ 3:18 am
click click, everything in place, the heat of the day starting to drag on me, I feel heavy, as heavy as this gun in my hand. I slow my breathing down, focus, in tune with the birds singing around me, the cars racing past, I hear my heart beating in my head and I know without a doubt that I will squeeze the trigger.
» Posted By Jen On 08.29.2012 @ 3:44 am
I could not say no. It was too hard to refuse. I had waited for this moment all my life, yet dreaded it at the same time. Now, sitting at the table with the aged manilla folder in front of me, there was no reason to not open it. In a few moments I would find out who my mother was, in that split second I will know if I was wanted or not.
» Posted By Jen On 08.28.2012 @ 3:18 am
black charcoal. He held it deftly in his hand as he sculpted my naked form on the crisp white parchment in front of him. Only fair he had said as he striped his clothes from his god like body in an instant my breath caught and I felt like the goddess of need
» Posted By Jen On 08.27.2012 @ 1:10 am
Its not about the point of the argument I stated in my most confident voice, its that you never take my side. He hung his head, knowing I was right, there was just no way this was ever going to be the same again.
» Posted By Jen On 08.25.2012 @ 2:53 am
The event wasn’t just an event. It was THE event of the year. The only one where he was allowed to show his face and not be judged, Judged by the world that tried to hide his face all year. The face of a sexual beast trying to hide his inner beauty
» Posted By Jen On 08.20.2012 @ 8:34 am
Puncture. It even calls to mind the very feel of a wound. Puncture. The moment you step on a tack, and you know, you just KNOW that it’s too late, that in about 2 seconds you will be in a whole lot of pain, and a whole lot of panic, as you work up the courage to pull it out.
» Posted By Jen On 08.06.2012 @ 11:30 am
secrets can hurt people. secrets can make you feel important. secrets can unlock the past. I had a secret once. I told no one but today i’m telling you. Why I’m telling you is because the weight of keeping secrets can weigh you down. Weigh you down so much that your shoulders hunch from the metaphorical weight. I’m sick of my hunched shoulders. I once again want to walk upright so here goes….
My story begins 15 years ago, I was 15.
» Posted By Jen On 08.04.2012 @ 3:56 am
I have a lot of secrets. Some do know and some don’t. Secret makes the world mysterious and vulnerable as well. I love secrets and sometimes I don’t. I am very sure all of us have secrets.
» Posted By Jen On 08.03.2012 @ 9:42 pm
I have lots of secrets, but I tell them all, so they aren’t really secrets. I give out my secrets like candy to children, but that’s how I cope. Even if nobody’s listening, I’ll tell my secrets.
» Posted By Jen On 08.03.2012 @ 7:53 pm
i was only wanting to go for a short walk when i ended up in a trap at the end of the trail. it was getting dark and i was getting cold when i finally realized i had my cell phone. unfortunately, i didn’t have a signal so it was no help at all. i w
» Posted By Jen On 08.01.2012 @ 12:27 pm
We all suffer losses. Everyone of us. It hurts to lose something. Sometimes I truly feel that it is worse to lose something than to never have it. To love and to lose. To live and to die. To create and to destroy. To begin and to end. To fly and to fall.
» Posted By Jen On 07.31.2012 @ 10:43 am
in the cabinet the bone was sitting for the doggie the doggie wanted the bone but master was mean and said no no you need to eat your dinner first but the doggie just stared and stared at the cabinet poor doggie that was then after dinner the doggie didnt even get the bone.
» Posted By Jen On 07.28.2012 @ 6:55 pm
fuses? really? what the hell are you supposed to write about fuses? they blow this up. yup. that’s all i can think about. like in all those cartoon they light a fuse and then hide behind a conveniently placed boulder. well, has it been 60 seconds yet? yup? okay. sweet.
» Posted By Jen On 07.23.2012 @ 3:54 pm
The night watch had begun. I had volunteered to take first patrol. Trying to buy myself at least a little sleep before the troubles that were sure to lie ahead the next day.
» Posted By Jen On 07.20.2012 @ 10:21 am
And so the patrol began. Hunting, searching, desperately for the path to the crescent fields. The path home.
» Posted By Jen On 07.19.2012 @ 2:18 pm
They turn don’t they? They could reveal something good or something bad… It’s worth the risk.
» Posted By Jen On 07.13.2012 @ 9:08 pm
It is a thing you put when you have a wound. It is usually made up of cotton and plastic which makes the wound heal faster. It can also be use in any part of the body aside from putting in in your wounds.
» Posted By Jen On 07.12.2012 @ 11:12 pm
Suggestion What do you suggest I write about? I hate suggestion it’s so indirect, why not just say it out loud what you really want to say just say it and don’t mess around suggesting it. It’s silly. Why suggest something?
» Posted By Jen On 07.10.2012 @ 6:35 pm
The girl was walking across a railroad when she heard a loud noise. shTe saw a train was coming, so she stepped to the side. the train was rainbow colored and was bringing a circus to town! She was so excited that she followed it and went on all the rides. The end :)
» Posted By Jen On 07.03.2012 @ 8:49 pm
i hook my horse up with a harness i put it around its neck my dog is so big he could wear a harness you can also put a harness on a reindeer like you know santa. Santa does not come in july there is no snow in july at least in new england cuz the weather is hot
» Posted By jen On 07.02.2012 @ 8:37 pm
I love to bake, I’ve never made my own crust before though. I want to try that, but I don’t have all the tools I’d need to get it done. It is just so easy to go buy a pre-made crust at the store. I guess it’s like that saying….it matters what is inside? haha Though the crust makes it that much better too!
» Posted By Jen On 06.28.2012 @ 8:54 pm
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I love the crust of pizza, but not the crust of bread. The crust of the planet is something else entirely. If I had to put them in an order as to which I liked most, I’d say pizza, planet, bread. Though really the planet should come first, because otherwise there’d be nowhere to stand to make the pizza. And that’s very important in the pizza-making process.
» Posted By Jen On 06.28.2012 @ 6:49 pm