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plague

you plague me with doubt, about you and me and what we are together and what it means when you say, “hi hello how are you doing tonight darling” and what it means when you say, “i can’t tonight i’m busy i have a previous engagement sorry” and what it means when sometimes you say both those things on the same night in the same conversation.

» Posted By Natasha On 07.12.2011 @ 11:01 pm

straw

волосы,корова,колхоз,сено,шалаш,стог,хлев,сухость,есть,жара,коса,трава,зима,палки,собака,солнце,деревня,бабушка,забор,колас якуб,клеенка,кирпич,хата,небо,лето,запас,косцы,пить,жарко,водка,стол,воз,гуси,цепь,сушить

» Posted By Natasha On 07.12.2011 @ 9:19 am

mean

She knew that she was mean. It wasn’t as if it was something new to her. However, she knew it was stupid for people to think that she was going to change. She was only there to balance out the scales. Somewhere, deep down, she knew what she was doing was wrong, but she’d been doing it for so long that she didn’t really care.

» Posted By Natasha On 07.10.2011 @ 8:33 pm

assisted

I hate this word because it reminds me of “assisted living” as in when you’re so weak that you can’t get up the stairs anymore and need someone to help you count your pills in the morning. That’s what none of us ever want to have because it’ll mean that we’ve outlived ourselves.

» Posted By Natasha On 07.04.2011 @ 11:45 pm

crane

You crane your neck to see over the crowd, turn your head from side to side. Then you spot her, on the other side of the room, and you begin to move toward her, pushing people aside, saying, “scuse me, scuse me.” But you don’t see me, you never do. We are the characters from a twisted fairy tale or a Taylor Swift song, the kind of people who could be meant for each other but never get a chance because their lifelines are parallel. And everyone knows that parallel lines never cross.

» Posted By Natasha On 07.03.2011 @ 10:51 pm

A white crane sat on my window sill out of destiny, or faith. Looking at me with a blank stare, with deeps eyes that looked through me instead of at me. And I knew what to do in those moments. I knew who I was, what I was looking for and where I should be. I got up, turned around and walked out my door.

» Posted By Natasha On 07.03.2011 @ 10:12 pm

given

my heart away to that one boy who had a smile and laugh to make me fall hard to the ground with no hope of regaining strength to stand tall, independantly, all alone again.

» Posted By Natasha On 07.03.2011 @ 11:10 am

Of all the things you’ve given me, your name is my favorite. You don’t give that to just anyone; I realized that right away. Just like I don’t give mine to just anyone. So thanks for that.

» Posted By Natasha On 07.02.2011 @ 10:49 pm

braid

Thanks Mama for braiding my hair every night before I went to bed for the whole year when I was seven, because because of you and because of that now I know what to do for my daughter when she’s seven and boys have cuties and she’s realizing that Mommy can’t fix everything but is going to try anyway.

» Posted By Natasha On 07.01.2011 @ 10:19 pm

honest

Honestly I’m not sure what’s going on with us when you put your hand on my leg and I can feel the heat of your fingers through my jeans. And I’m not sure what’s going on with us when you take me out to dinner and refuse to pay the check so it’s like I’m taking myself out for dinner. And I really an not sure what’s going on when you call me “baby, baby, baby, oh” and then laugh and say how stupid those lyrics are.

» Posted By Natasha On 06.30.2011 @ 10:06 pm

wade

I wade into the ocean and the word “wade” has so much to it, doesn’t it? Imagery and whatnot, with the water rising to my knees as I take several tentative steps forward. “Wade” like Kim Possible’s techie guy, “wade” like when you mispronounce “wait” because you’re calling out to someone and you’re rushed to catch up but they’ve completely left you behind.

» Posted By Natasha On 06.29.2011 @ 10:17 pm

dwayne baller basketball miami heat nikes jerseys black scary tall bro hot sexy money blazin drinking sweat hard work poor brooklyn mama shaniqua cornrows

» Posted By natasha On 06.29.2011 @ 9:14 pm

crush

This sucks this sucks this sucks and I don’t mean that in a sexual way, like you no doubt think I mean it. And it sucks that you always think I mean that and it basically all sucks because when it comes to you I feel like I’ve put myself into a box that I can’t break out of. And you can’t break in because you’re in a box of your own. It’s all glass walls, all of us can see each other but none of us can break through.

» Posted By Natasha On 06.28.2011 @ 11:01 pm

This sucks this sucks this sucks and I don’t mean that in a sexual way, like you no doubt think I mean it. And it sucks that you always think I mean that and it basically all sucks because when it comes to you I feel like I’ve put myself into a box that I can’t break out of. And you can’t break in because you’re in a box of your own. It’s all glass walls, all of us can see each other but none of us can break through.

» Posted By Natasha On 06.28.2011 @ 10:56 pm

morals

are subjective, more than i ever thought they were. even sexuality differs between cultures. definition? unlikely.

» Posted By Natasha On 06.26.2011 @ 5:04 pm

predict

predicting the future is not possible but it is possible to mold your own future by using whatever is at your disposal. psychics and pundits do not exist, it’s a farce which a lot of us often get pulled into, our destiny isn’t written for us, we write our own destiny and it’s up to us to make that destiny as close to our dreams as possible.

» Posted By Natasha On 06.21.2011 @ 6:36 am

belief

belief
something that i don’t think i have
im an atheist
a proud one
i don’t believe in god or any higher power above me that controls me our guards me
i am the master of my life
i control my own path
i have no religious beliefs what so ever
but i believe in love
my friends
and my family
god is something we created to help us escape reality
a type of soma for people who refuses to accept the truth.

» Posted By Natasha On 06.19.2011 @ 2:05 am

We all need something to believe in in this world. our lives are little more than coping mechanisms. belief is what gets us out of bed every morning and through the day. it forces us to trust that there’s some reason we’re here and it’s not all for nothing

» Posted By Natasha On 06.18.2011 @ 1:20 pm

wonder

I wonder about a lot of things. I wonder what motivates people to do the things they. I wonder how the complexities of history have conspired to arrive us at our current conditions. And maybe most importantly, I wonder what will unfold before us. As a race I hope that we have the ability to paint the beautiful picture I imagine. But truthfully, I think our artistic skills may prove lacking in the end.

» Posted By Natasha On 06.17.2011 @ 1:12 pm

station

The station felt like her mother’s basement. Memories of dark grey walls and the smell of rancid damp towels pervaded her every sense.

» Posted By Natasha On 06.14.2011 @ 5:10 pm

plaid

looks like it should be pronounced “played”. it’s kind of sad how we stole a pattern that traced lineage from ancient european cultures, gave it a dumb name and sold it on pajama pants.

» Posted By Natasha On 06.05.2011 @ 4:25 pm

limo

I’ve never ridden in one of you, but I don’t have a problem with that. I always thought hummer stretch limos looked like demented caterpillars, and I don’t feel the need to have a martini in the car.

» Posted By Natasha On 06.02.2011 @ 2:55 pm

backpack

I take you to school, like a snail. But I can’t live in you. Too heavy and small. You are kinda pretty though, and though you make my shoulders hurt you carry a lot of books for me.

» Posted By Natasha On 06.01.2011 @ 11:40 pm

sideburns

sideburns are really ugly pieces of hair that stick to the sides of men’s faces (okay not stick… grow i gues) – and i suppose i should specify because “men” is in fact a bit to general. so they are really grotesque-looking patches of hair that grow on the sides of the faces of certain men, mainly in the thankfully long and distant past.

» Posted By natasha On 05.29.2011 @ 12:38 pm

torch

She had carried it for a long time. It seemed like the hours had stretched into years, or perhaps the other way round. The cheerful flame kept her going, always there when she was down, but now it was to belong to someone else. She didn’t know if she could stand it.

» Posted By Natasha On 05.25.2011 @ 5:54 pm

heel

heel, no heal. heal the darkness inside your heart but opening up to the light. let the darkness go into the light and let the light replace the darkness inside. healing. then you will understand the beauty that is life.

» Posted By Natasha On 05.07.2011 @ 7:26 am

intersection

crossroads, a divide in which we have the chance to make the ultimate decision. go on with our lives, following the same path we are on, or make a change.

» Posted By natasha On 04.25.2011 @ 10:35 pm

I was crossing the intersection when I saw him out of the corner of my eye. I was so caught off guard I was almost hit by a city bus. He was standing on the front steps of my house. What was he doing there? Did he come to see me? Am I dreaming?

» Posted By Natasha On 04.25.2011 @ 6:32 pm

robot

robots are the future. they are technology at its very finest; or worst at that. because they are going to take over. maybe we will use them to clean around the house at first and then they are going to get mad and get their revenge. they will start the apocalypse. humans vs robots. how the world will end.

» Posted By natasha On 04.20.2011 @ 11:25 am

gasoline

i fueled my car with gasoline. i was getting the fuck out of here, so help me god. thunder rolled in the clouds, but that was off in the distance. i still had time, i could hit the ground running, i could just go, my tank was almost full. i stopped. when the tank was full i went in to pay the bill and i sat in my car. where the hell was i planning on going anyway?

» Posted By natasha On 04.15.2011 @ 12:23 pm

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