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I want one. That’s for sure. Someone to hold me during winter months, to comfort me when I can’t stand on my own. It’s a sacred role and today’s society doesn’t see it. Hopefully, I will love someone so much one day to call them my husband.

» Posted By Brittany On 10.30.2011 @ 11:20 am


Yeah, the first thing I think of is Jesus. How he laid down his life for us. I mean, your life. You give up all that you are. Your breath, your dreams, your hope, your blood, your whole entire body. Just up for something. Some purpose. I can’t understand it.

» Posted By Brittany On 10.29.2011 @ 11:27 pm


Be still and know that I am God. Often we think that busy equals productive. But, actually, if we are still and trust in God and His will for our lives, we will have more productivity than we ever could in our busy-ness. Not only that, we will have a peace that passes all understanding.

» Posted By Brittany On 10.28.2011 @ 8:30 am


The castle loomed up through the fog. the eerie scene was made even more dark and mysterious by the silence interrupted only by the clattering of the horses’ feet. She knew what awaited her, but she had no way to prepare for it.

» Posted By Brittany On 10.19.2011 @ 9:08 pm


Mutual friends make you wonder if that person on facebook is someone that you really do know. If not then you just dont add them.

» Posted By Brittany On 10.18.2011 @ 6:13 pm


i feel as if that this is my life. Just on a pause, that is all. If I could reach out…I am trying to reach out and become INVOLVED. I have been a part of something bigger for so long, that I now feel that I am dull, unobtrusive. I have lost a sense of part, but I firmly believe that I am in the throes of a new journey.

» Posted By Brittany On 10.17.2011 @ 7:55 pm


He sat on the ledge, looking out. What has he done? Where was he? He wasn’t sure. he wasn’t sure what he was or who he had killed. But he had killed. And he was a monster. A man- made killing machine. This isn’t what he signed up for, nothing about this warfare was fair.

» Posted By brittany On 10.16.2011 @ 2:53 pm


I guess it was hard to do, to actually sit down and listen. It wasn’t like I was asking for anything, but I just wanted something. I think he knew that, just by the way I carried myself around lately. It’s like he could see all the wrong that was in me. He must have known the answer, too, because here we sat, him telling me what I needed to do and me caring for once in my stupid, simple life.

» Posted By Brittany On 10.15.2011 @ 11:46 am


I hate spring time. I have terrible allergies, and I’m all sniffley and my nose is red and runny and I just feel so GROSS. But this spring… this Spring I’ll be in London. A semester abroad. and quite frankly… it’s worth the allergies. I can’t wait.

» Posted By Brittany On 10.12.2011 @ 11:28 am


I had a conviction and I believed in it. I had a very passionate opinion and I was going to stick to it. No one could stop me. I was certain.

» Posted By Brittany On 10.11.2011 @ 8:01 pm


It was in the stacks where we first kissed. It was rushed but passionate. I thought I was in love. I look back in sadness at that moment. When did it all change? What happened to those two teenagers so in love and so ready to face the world? We were once brave and in love, nothing could stop us.

» Posted By Brittany On 10.10.2011 @ 11:08 pm

piles and piles of books. stacks of pancakes. stacks of clothes on racks. stacks of paper loading into a printer. stacks of boxes getting loaded into a truck.

» Posted By brittany On 10.10.2011 @ 9:03 pm


Iron man saves the day again from the criminals that try to take over the world. These criminals are horribly corrupt people and eat dead babies. they deserve to be punished and put into jail for the rest of their horrible lives. This is an honest opinion. Everybody thinks Iron man is the greatest. And he actually is

» Posted By Brittany On 10.09.2011 @ 6:51 pm

Something whose task is every day and menial. Gets hot when you plug it in. Not really anything special in itself but it accomplishes something that can greatly improve your chances.
Also the root word for irony. Not sure how that one works. Except for the changing appearance part. Maybe. Who knows?

» Posted By Brittany On 10.09.2011 @ 3:19 pm

iron lung
iron fist
iron curtain
getting burned by and iron
ironing clothes
i havent ironed in a long time…

» Posted By Brittany On 10.09.2011 @ 11:19 am


i dont know what to write about morality. i think it means something about having morals. i suck at this. morality……. blah blah blah. my mom once said i didnt have any morals. i disagree. i think i have strong morality. just because it doesn’t agree with hers does not mean that it is not there. the word morality makes me think of a line out of Little Women and i don’t even know the actual line, i just remember winona ryder saying it when she is reading to the old lady. i wonder when my time is going to run out. i hope i can read someone else’s writing too. this is kind of fun. i am just trying to get out of my writers block. morality…. mortality…. morbidity…. morose…. mortuary…. morning… mournful…. mobility…. i’m stuck. i think i have run out of thoughts. is my time up yet?

» Posted By Brittany On 10.04.2011 @ 5:57 pm


suppose i would of chosen a different route. suppose i never would of met him. maybe things would be different. maybe i would still be in my apartment with my cousin watching harry potter or rose red….waiting for my friends to come over and chill. maybe i wouldnt be at home living with my parents. suppose id be happy. but even through all of this i still love him.

» Posted By brittany On 10.03.2011 @ 4:40 pm


men who braid hair are homos. delightfully so

» Posted By Brittany On 10.01.2011 @ 3:05 pm


i love how couples think they’re in love, so they do such nice things for each other, like buying food or taking a romantic walk along the beach. the feeling of love is so strong in these crazy young couples, its sooo romantic. wonderful, isn’t it!

» Posted By Brittany On 10.01.2011 @ 8:30 am

A boy brings flowers to a girl that he has loved since he could remember. The go to a fancy dinner, he borrows dad’s car, she borrows mom’s favorite broach.

» Posted By Brittany On 09.30.2011 @ 10:15 pm

i feel romance when i look into your eyes and i cannot find the words… tears fill my eyes and fireworks explode in my stomach and I’m pretty sure those butterflies from before escaped but one got caught in my heart. even though i hold back the tears i can’t look away from you and finally you just whisper “I know baby”

» Posted By Brittany On 09.30.2011 @ 11:14 am


Playgrounds are nice they really are useful for parents who are freaked out by parenthood and they need to just unwind and let their kids be the little demons they can be, but with other people’s kids. That’s a beautiful isn’t it, except for when pedophiles get involved, but let’s not talk about that, actually it’d be good to do so, because knowledge is power.

» Posted By Brittany On 09.28.2011 @ 8:50 am


I don’t celebrate my family and friends enough. People do not celebrate enough love, but so much hate. So much war. So raise your glass to celebrate everyone / thing in your life! I personally celebrate conan o’brien, waking to the sound of birds, and when the sun breaks through the clouds. I celebrate life and the joy of being alive.

» Posted By Brittany On 09.19.2011 @ 10:24 pm

I love celebrations… I love seeing my family. Going to New York and Kentucky for graduations and birthday parties. Partying in general with good and/or close friends. I can find a meaning, way, or reason to celebrate with anyone about anything. Chinese people loved to have a chance to celebrate in the middle ages, from what I learned in my Humanities class today. I almost forgot, we have a test on book two tomorrow. Hopefully all will go well, then I can celebrate! =D

» Posted By Brittany On 09.19.2011 @ 1:15 pm

I wasn’t sure if it was going to be a good or bad day, but I knew either way the end would go off with a ‘bang’. Sitting across from me was my parents looking as beautiful as ever while everyone starred at my shinning ring. While they looked happy, I was indeed the opposite since I knew who had given it to me was not my choice for an intended, but theirs.

» Posted By brittany On 09.19.2011 @ 12:20 pm


Sometimes I wanna shootout. I wanna grab a blade and stick it in someone’s gut,ya know? Like how life sticks it to you when you least expect it. I’m going to make my life better than that.

» Posted By Brittany On 09.17.2011 @ 2:57 pm


i think about a Capri Sun, or a kangaroo pouch.. and i start to think about punch, the kind that your g-ma makes so good.. or the kind you get at those wild, crazy parties..that punch makes you feel like everything will be okay.. and gives you a miniature break from reality.

» Posted By Brittany On 09.16.2011 @ 11:18 am


There she was, cooped up in her car of a home, sulking daily. Her life felt stifling and empty any more. “If only” she thought, “If only I could trade my life for a day with someone who has a home and walks happily and optimistically through the park, barefoot, without a worry in her mind…”

» Posted By Brittany On 09.12.2011 @ 1:07 pm


She looked hard at the mirror before her, half exhausted and half annoyed. She knew going to a new stylist was a bad idea, but that still didn’t stop as she knew she was saving a bundle.

“They just had to clip down my curls. Now what will I do for my date?”

» Posted By brittany On 09.10.2011 @ 10:19 am


She wanted them so bad and they just sat there taunting her.

“Please daddy, just one?”

He knew soon he would agree, but it was important to deny her once in awhile. Her sparkling blue eyes just stared at them in wonderment as they looked into the tiny shop’s window.

“I’m sorry dear, but candy bars truly isn’t that good for you.”

» Posted By brittany On 09.08.2011 @ 9:02 pm

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