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I don’t even know how to look at them…both of them. Full of love, hugs, red and fancyness. It hurts, you know, it really does. And when it comes to the truth I hate both…both you and me.

» Posted By Sophie On 12.03.2012 @ 1:36 pm


a thing
an object of wait wtf
this is a terrible word
what a terrible OBJECT
what is to come of this
what if the goal of this is to question life
i demand it. can i not write in normal sentences across like this? object. a terrible word.
a thing.
and i guess im done

» Posted By sophie On 12.02.2012 @ 6:50 pm

An object can be anything. A table, a pen, a bus. The “opposite” of object is subject.
I love more the subjective perspective. It is more humanly, intimate. It’s a problem I shall solve!

» Posted By Sophie On 12.02.2012 @ 11:52 am


arise fair sun!!!and kill the envious moon. I like watching your loaf rise ;D Rise to me my melancholy baby ;) to rise: I’m better than you. Rise…hmmm…taller… better :)

» Posted By Sophie On 11.29.2012 @ 6:51 pm


To be soon it is very relative. For everyone “soon” is another time. But I prefer soon as to be quicker, faster and if it’s possible with quality.

» Posted By Sophie On 11.26.2012 @ 3:39 am


I love my library. Other libraries, anywhere I go, and am fascinated about the touhgt that I am reading somebodies philosophy, somebodies work of art, and I read the people, through this.

» Posted By Sophie On 11.25.2012 @ 3:50 am

I love books. I love that moment when I am amazed by the story, by the book. I love reading what people wrote, and then analyze it. It’s just amazing, that how many people have how many taughts and experiences.

» Posted By Sophie On 11.24.2012 @ 12:31 pm


A square is the second most perfect shape, after the circle. Four corners. Four sides. A beauty.

» Posted By Sophie On 11.23.2012 @ 2:35 pm


I received a present in the mail today it was pink and rainbow colored not one in particular just something that I wasn’t expecting to come to me on that day I love the way the wind rustles my face and it was a very nice present don’t come and attack it.

» Posted By Sophie On 11.20.2012 @ 9:00 pm


A thought was all she needed before she could hit the canvas in a colorful wave.

» Posted By Sophie On 11.18.2012 @ 10:29 am

I am often deep in thought and then realise that I have been sat thinking for minutes or hours. My internal monologue starts and I begin to realise that no one else can hear what I am thinking. As a child I would often become confused because I didn’t understand that I was just me and no one else could access or hear my thoughts. And everyday I would wake up and just still be me.

» Posted By Sophie On 11.18.2012 @ 3:56 am


people have to be measured in their personality. in their capabilities. we measure different things. our height, weight, our intelligence. measurements are the basis of people’s ideas for perfection. we measure food quantities when baking, to make sure the final product is perfect. we measure ourselves, and compare ourselves to others.

» Posted By sophie On 11.14.2012 @ 2:36 pm


The arts her, favorite thing about the world. She lived it she breathed it. She was it.

» Posted By Sophie On 11.13.2012 @ 7:26 pm


Somebody is what I am. Somebody is kind to me. Somebody is not.

» Posted By Sophie On 11.12.2012 @ 2:11 pm


The time I spent thinking about him could have been better spent forgetting those days and moving on.

» Posted By Sophie On 11.10.2012 @ 5:11 pm

I was spent. done with how abused and neglected i had been. I was going to go home, watch TV, go to bed and forget about everything, and hopefully wakeup tomorrow a new person. without him, i didn’t need him. no because I had me. and that was all I needed. What to do with the rest of my life? not sure. but I know it would be good.

» Posted By Sophie On 11.10.2012 @ 1:56 pm


crying under the staircase

grandmas backyard? where we lay that kitten down to rest. and you smiled at me, and i didn’t smile, but i wanted to. i really did. but you make me nervous so i’ll hide

i’ll still cry under the staircase.

» Posted By Sophie On 11.09.2012 @ 2:34 pm


They looked at themselves and loved what they saw, a beautiful mess of words and blood, captured inside the shells of their skin.

» Posted By Sophie On 11.09.2012 @ 1:20 am


This is my passion.

» Posted By Sophie On 11.07.2012 @ 9:46 am


The ground is can be hard or soft. You fall on the ground if you get pushed over, if you trip or if you fall off of something. The ground can be grassy, or it can be pavement too.

» Posted By Sophie On 11.06.2012 @ 7:32 am


To be part of a society. Relatively, no one is civilized in all societies. Everyone is civilized in their own way. It evokes certain images in ones mind depending on culture, but doesn’t have defining characteristics

» Posted By sophie On 10.17.2012 @ 10:32 am

Take-over. Invade. Civilize. But they do not know that this place has already been lived on, it is already called a home. Maybe they will never see it but we will, we will know the truth.

» Posted By Sophie On 10.17.2012 @ 3:07 am


im sorry but youll have to bury that deep down inside of yourself. you will have to ignore every impulse to speak or think or breathe about it. it is beyond you now. never for you to feel about again. it is no longer your responsibility to burden yourself with that. bury it.

» Posted By Sophie On 10.15.2012 @ 8:23 pm

Bury our memories, our regrets. Bury them in time. Finding new ones with only flashes of the old. This is what makes us.

» Posted By sophie On 10.15.2012 @ 11:44 am


Since I saw you on the last day of school. How you’ve changed. What do you want now? Life I suppose, living life. Or thats what you say. I remember the way your school bag swung against your legs.

» Posted By sophie On 10.13.2012 @ 2:59 pm


i feel happy when i do things that make me happy. I do silly things to cling on to any happy feelings, any whispers of happy feelings, because I am a happy person, who realistically probably isn’t all that happy.

» Posted By Sophie On 10.08.2012 @ 10:55 am


ASL. A language of signs. No words. A window into the world of the deaf.
I have tried teaching myself. Not gotten very far. But one day. I will be fluent. And able to speak in not words. But signs.

» Posted By Sophie On 10.02.2012 @ 9:31 am


before i met him, my life was totally different. before we went to the beach, we were both different. we laughed, we loved, we enjoyed life. before i came here, i was normal. but that was before, and this is now. he was here and now he’s not…

» Posted By sophie On 09.24.2012 @ 5:29 pm


A trail in the forest has many flowers and trees and I want to have an adventure on it. It smells comforting and I am home. All of the nature surrounds me and I don’t feel alone. I am in a place where many would feel empty, but I feel full. The glass is half full now.

» Posted By Sophie On 09.21.2012 @ 9:55 pm


Together is when people like each others company. Because either in a romantic or non romantic way. Together is when memories are made. Memories that are never to be forgotten. THAT is what together is. Together is what everyone dreams of.

» Posted By Sophie On 09.18.2012 @ 5:43 am

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