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breathing is something you have to do to breathe. to live. to love. to swim. to exist. for anything. you must always just continue to breathe. just breathe. breathe.
» Posted By katie On 09.27.2012 @ 8:42 pm
before sunrise before sunset
» Posted By Katie On 09.24.2012 @ 12:05 pm
of the dark, of your mind rising up from the depths from a single sheer cobweb of thought, entangling the hours in a nighttime myriad of illusion and light, cutting the cords on eternity.
» Posted By Katie On 09.23.2012 @ 10:41 pm
start writing in this little block thing because that’s what it told me to do but i don’t know why i don’t know what this thing is but i guess it’s pretty cool cause its making me think of random things to write about? i don’t know. this is like free writing in english class. make sure you’re always comfy.
» Posted By Katie On 09.21.2012 @ 10:39 am
Bonnie waited in line at Walmart to claim her prize. They’d sent her a newsletter of sorts explaining that a free gift awaited her. However, she was horrified to be waiting at walmart. did this mean she was a poor person/ she looked down at her ragged, ill-f
» Posted By Katie On 09.20.2012 @ 5:45 am
Despite the troubles that recently have complicated my once simple life, I have remained with a smile and a tall posture as I mindlessly walk through the halls of this tedious high school. Despite the amount of times people glance my way, they never know what is underneath my deceiving eyes. Despite my fears and insecurities, I always find a way to make it through the day.
» Posted By Katie On 09.19.2012 @ 8:32 am
Deep fried butter. They sell that at my County Fair. I feel like they should rename it to Diabetes on a Stick because it looks disgusting. People seem to think anything can be deep fried.
» Posted By Katie On 09.14.2012 @ 7:22 pm
Fried. Like a chicken on the bbq. The heat is excruciatingly hot and i can feel the flames licking at my skin. I can’t die like this, help me.
» Posted By Katie On 09.14.2012 @ 5:12 pm
Michael dropped the sack lunch he had just bullied out of Douglas. Douglas was making weird noises, noises like he couldn’t breathe. People were yelling: “Get a teacher!” “Call an ambulance” but Michael couldn’t seem to operate his legs. Finally they kicked in and he started to run. All he could do was run. Don’t think. Don’t stop. Run.
» Posted By Katie On 09.13.2012 @ 10:45 pm
My uncle has asthma. He doesn’t talk about it. He doesn’t talk about a lot of things, really, except for sports. The Cowboys, the Hawkeyes, are more important
» Posted By katie On 09.13.2012 @ 10:20 pm
It wasn’t working. Again, it wasn’t working. She kicked it, several times, as hard as she could, but it simply creaked, groaned, and sputtered again. She screamed in frustration and pounded her fists on the thing. “Work!” she screamed, her voice shrill. “You piece of crap! Ugh!”
» Posted By Katie On 09.12.2012 @ 7:29 pm
It’s funny how many things are considered “dysfunctional.” It’s a word that gets thrown around a lot. I find the things that someone else may call dysfunctional are some of the best things in my life. They are the things that make my life functional.
» Posted By Katie On 09.12.2012 @ 4:38 pm
We are constantly building up towers. We’re always testing to see how many, how high, how far, almost as if we are trying to reach from something higher than ourselves. But nothing can outlast time. Everything will crumble eventually. Everything material at least. I wonder what that says about our quest to reach the top…
» Posted By Katie On 09.11.2012 @ 4:42 pm
Honestly, time is almost out and my mind is completely blank.
» Posted By Katie On 09.10.2012 @ 9:47 pm
i looked around. Did my sister really own this place? I thought she was a slob.
“So,” Donna sighed, putting her hand on my shoulder. “What do you think, V?”
“I think I’m gonna faint,” I grinned. My sister owned a spa. I’d have fun with this.
» Posted By Katie On 09.09.2012 @ 9:44 pm
Spas are not for me. I don’t like massages. And sea weed gives me the heeby jeebies. Although the mud bath kind of sounds fun. But I would feel awkward in a room with other people. Because I would be naked. In mud. With other people. Yeah.
» Posted By Katie On 09.09.2012 @ 7:25 pm
heat, sensual, wet, romance, dirty, fun times, bubbles, youth, old school, love, laughter,
» Posted By Katie On 09.09.2012 @ 3:47 pm
the deep winds blowing menacingly through the fall trees, catching leaves on their way through. i walk with my headphones on, ignoring crunching of the leaves that have made their way to the ground. i imagine every leaf is a memory of my past that i am growing stronger for having been through; crushing the painful memories that sting at my heart like a sore throat on a cold winter day. i am always yearning to move forward, away from it all.
» Posted By Katie On 09.08.2012 @ 8:14 pm
I’m not sure how I feel about headphones. They make it so other people can’t hear your music (well, most of the time) so you can still listen to music when other people don’t like it. But I feel like so much of music is a social aspect. People can truly connect through it. Headphones eliminate that possibility.
» Posted By Katie On 09.08.2012 @ 4:52 pm
Muscle, strength, the feeling when you finish a work out and your body is showing you what you have achieved. Be bendy, be powerful, be free. Show what you have done and be proud.
» Posted By Katie On 09.08.2012 @ 1:04 pm
I love it when people have absolutely no muscles but flex and are like LOOK AT MY MEGA MUSCLES. It’s awesome when people are comfortable enough to make fun of themselves.
» Posted By Katie On 09.07.2012 @ 12:49 pm
quiet. nothing is moving. it is dark and everyone’s asleep, except for you. you feel lonely, but you know the world keeps moving around, and suddenly you aren’t still anymore.
» Posted By katie On 09.06.2012 @ 8:15 pm
The room was soft and quiet and still. It was just barely cool but she really only ever liked it that way, when the air was mostly calm but just barely lifted the curtains with a breeze. Mostly stillness, she’d say.
» Posted By Katie On 09.06.2012 @ 8:01 pm
The sun had recently set and most people had gone to bed. I was the only one walking across the grounds. The breeze had gone. Nothing moved. Only me.
» Posted By Katie On 09.06.2012 @ 5:25 pm
Don’t move. Just breathe. IN. OUT.
the air fills your lungs. as you exhale, you open your eyes. gently. slowly. don’t stop. don’t stop. don’t stop. don’t stop.
breathe in the world and exhale the pain and shame and fear. courage is not reckless bravery. courage is not a hero flailing in battle. courage is being still. courage is accepting the pain with calm surety.
let the stillness fill you up.
» Posted By Katie On 09.06.2012 @ 5:16 pm
Its raining today, kind of gloomy. But sometimes its nice when its raining outside, kind of soothing and cleansing in a way. Fall is my favorite kind of whether. I love the semi-warm days and the cool nights, wearing jeans and sweaters. Football weather of course. The beautiful leaves, nothing better.
» Posted By Katie On 09.05.2012 @ 11:39 am
Miracles are just that, miraculous. They come once in a blue moon and they come when you need them most. Don’t think about the miracle, why it came or where it came from, just accept it completely as is. Thank whoever you want to thank and move on. They don’t come often, appreciate the one’s that you find.
» Posted By Katie On 09.04.2012 @ 1:59 pm
I don’t really know what to think about miracles. It has such a weird religious connotation. A baby is born and everyone says it’s a miracle. Why? Someone had sex and now there’s a baby. I mean, it’s great and all but why is it a miracle? What does that even mean?
» Posted By Katie On 09.03.2012 @ 12:38 pm
she was covered by the soft plush blanket, still shivering. after they had saved her from drowning, the woman had checked her over then left her alone. at the thought of the nurses cold hands on her skin, she shivered again and pulled the blanket covering her tighter. it was purple. she detested purple. her mother used to dress her in the most ugly dresses and shoes. used to. she was dead now. they had covered her with a blac thin sheet when she had died. all that was left wa the body which had been covering her heart and her soul. but her soul was left now, leaving the empty body behind to rot. when she had been drowning, the girl thought about how the water had covered her face and her entire body, encasing her, yet bringing her close to her mother. bringing her closer to heaven. but now, someone had seen her ‘fall’ and rescued her, pulling her out from the freezing lake. now she was further than ever. her father knew though. he knew what she had tried to do. she looked at him. he leaned against the wall at the far end of the room, gazing across at her, a sad smile plasterd to his face. she could tell what he was thinking, how could his sweet, innocent 11 year old daughter try to do something so.. helpless. the only word that could come to the girls mind was helpless.
» Posted By Katie On 09.03.2012 @ 4:14 am
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i think of anything i touch. i thing about how it feels and looks. rocks are hard and most of the time pointy, the couch i am on is soft and comfertable. my phone has a cracked back and i can feel it if you rub your finger across it.. hard soft bumby ect.
» Posted By Katie On 09.01.2012 @ 11:49 am