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i believe that waking up early is actually a very good feeling, there’s something very refreshing to the morning. everything (even though it’s there everyday) feels new and cleaner and, well different.
» Posted By sophie On 09.23.2009 @ 9:53 am
I awoke awoke early and have seen many things on my way there. I’ve seen love and hatred, sorrow and joy, poverty and wealth…but i haven’t seen you yet.
» Posted By Sophie On 09.23.2009 @ 9:08 am
ees in the park look beaytiful in all wether. in summer the birds tweet from the branches and people go under for shade and shelter from sun o
» Posted By sophie On 09.14.2009 @ 10:45 am
It’s on tables. The hurt when you run into them. They are importent though. Without them, all we’d have is cirlces and ovals. wood, stones, gems, especially gems, and all other cornered objects. Angles. 90, 45, 75 and everything in between.
» Posted By Sophie On 09.12.2009 @ 8:42 pm
Wanted generous male who is not afraid of commitment, who isn’t into strange pain fetishes who will treat me right who won’t play silly will he call games who i feel comfortbale who will be my best friend in short miracle wanted!
» Posted By Sophie On 09.09.2009 @ 6:51 am
So I find myself here again, the place I once enjoyed so much, the town I knew as home, and everything is broken. The people I knew have changed, their faces and enthusiasm faded. Their frustration at this place is grown, and it makes my heart sink.
» Posted By Sophie On 12.20.2008 @ 11:21 am
To discover is to unravel hidden depths.
» Posted By Sophie On 06.30.2009 @ 11:51 am
when i can’t breathe i put blueberries in my mouth and roll them around on my tongue, squishing them between the roof of my mouth, and sometimes i drink champagne and the bubbles explode and i breath alcoholic oxygen
» Posted By sophie On 06.17.2009 @ 12:19 pm
Far above, the sky stared down at me like an eye. Surrounded by damp darkness, I sat up. My head ached and my mind flickered with memories of falling. Falling.
» Posted By Sophie On 08.30.2009 @ 9:35 am
habitat is one of my fave shops in the uk. its part of the conran grou pand always has funky designs and is probs what got me interested/first aware of interior design and concepts.
also habitats are where things live and in my uni course we learn all about different ecological niches that create these habitats.
» Posted By sophie On 08.25.2009 @ 8:27 am
I’m going here. I am here and here is my destination. Seeking implies that you have not found.
» Posted By Sophie On 08.21.2009 @ 10:53 pm
Oh god! Such little time! My destination lies ahead of me. The sunny deserts of Egypt. WOW! I used to live in the french alps, so the weather is going to change alot!
» Posted By Sophie On 08.21.2009 @ 12:22 pm
my destination is the french alps. I am in the plane, on the way to england, and then france. We are going permanetly, and I am sooo excited.
» Posted By Sophie On 08.21.2009 @ 12:20 pm
My eyes are closed. Above I can hear voices. Am I still in the hospital? I open my eyes to the darkness. Where am I? I reach out to touch the polised wood and silken velvet of my own coffin.
» Posted By Sophie On 08.19.2009 @ 10:38 am
They always remind me of cheesy films. There’s usually someone in something red and glittery with huge shoulder pads and then suddenly someone bangs a gong and the evil villain appears with a goatee and scary eyebrows…
» Posted By Sophie On 08.18.2009 @ 12:46 pm
The river winds its way down the hill like ribbon, nestled in the grassy slope. Charting a course away, away to the sea.
» Posted By Sophie On 08.17.2009 @ 6:58 am
All it took was one bite. Angry purple veins spreading across my skin. Burning. I hear a teasing buzz in my ear and the whine as it flies away.
» Posted By Sophie On 08.16.2009 @ 7:30 am
I don’t feel real today. I tweak all the levers in my head, trying to see, to hear, to feel. But all I get is static. Like a broken radio. Everything seems so far away. I am a sea-shell filled with white noise.
» Posted By Sophie On 08.12.2009 @ 7:52 am
Galleries are full of painted people. When you wander down a gallery, painted eyes follow you disinterestedly. If you turned around, they would all look the other way.
» Posted By Sophie On 08.10.2009 @ 6:01 am
The day is crisp and golden like an apple. The air rings with the crackling voices of geese flying away for the winter. The ice on the pond gurgles with life waiting to break free after the cold.
» Posted By Sophie On 08.09.2009 @ 9:59 am
The grass brushed against my legs, leaving red pin pricks. Tiny love bites. The clouds sailed overhead like boats. Or swimming elephants.
» Posted By Sophie On 08.08.2009 @ 9:20 am
the trees shiver under the brisk air, constricted by veins of ice twisting around the trunk.
» Posted By sophie On 08.01.2009 @ 5:37 am
i had a cat once that always scratched you. Nevermind what you were doing, she would just walk into the room, sit on your lap and scratch you. we never declawed her.
» Posted By Sophie On 07.23.2009 @ 5:21 pm
far into the distance
your beauty and grace will stay with me
long after your dreams have died
skate away on the thinnest ice
see how far you can take your life
before it drags you quietly down
» Posted By Sophie On 02.27.2009 @ 3:34 pm
Skate, skate skate. I’ve never skated, ice skated, roller skated. I’d hate to skate. Skate rhymes with tate. Boys in baggy jumpers like to skate and fall over and hurt their knees.
» Posted By sophie On 02.27.2009 @ 7:57 am
Do as you’re told . Learn as mush as possible and use it to someone else advantage. Take what you’ve learned and use it to your advantage. Grow. Us the training is something completely different
» Posted By Sophie On 02.26.2009 @ 7:20 am
» Posted By sophie On 02.23.2009 @ 11:58 pm
Sitting up on the roof
Looking over this town where I have grown
Remembering the friends I have known
This town has seen me through the good and the bad
The happy times and sad
But I need to move on
And make new memories against a new sky
» Posted By Sophie On 04.20.2009 @ 11:39 am
take your words with a pinch of salt
one day they’re true, next day they’r false
you don’t care about sticking by people
people are just pawns to you
you love to play your little games
win or lose, it’s all the same
and nothing that you say
will ever make me change my mind
» Posted By Sophie On 04.19.2009 @ 12:14 pm
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under my skin, seething. i can feel it burning, spreading from that little red spot. how long have i been here?
» Posted By sophie On 04.18.2009 @ 9:16 am