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I love acting on a whim. I love being spontaneous. I love impulse. Though any impulsive act is consequences. Consequences can have a ripple effect. The ripple effect of acting on a whim could change your life.
» Posted By Devin On 01.14.2011 @ 8:17 pm
I wake up with my mouth feeling like cotton on a summer afternoon. My eyes stuck together. I am groggy. Tired. This is my average morning.
But when will I really wake up?
When I really SEE?
What will it take to wake me up from the average, the daily, the MONOTONY?
» Posted By Devin On 01.12.2011 @ 3:24 pm
Content. I’m warm. Cuddly. With a cup of tea, my candy cane blanket, my phone, and a good movie. Times like these are when I find myself simply and perfectly content.
» Posted By Devin On 01.07.2011 @ 8:46 pm
I can’t wait to travel more. To explore. To search. To journey. To really live it. Find it. Looking for something new. That’s what I look forward to. Someday. Finding something new. In myself. In someone else. In the world.
I want to find my own secrets. I want to discover something new.
» Posted By Devin On 01.07.2011 @ 1:53 am
fiction is all I read.
I try for non-fiction, but not it never really works.
it’s a major failure actually.
should I read more non-fiction?
» Posted By Devin On 01.06.2011 @ 1:00 am
the old silver locket had turned a sea-green, tarnished and sure to stain skin with its putrid discoloring. but still, she turned it in her wrinkled hands – knowing of pain and still remembering the feel of a lover beneath their palms — and with shaking fingers pried open the tightly sealed thing to look down at the torn picture of her long-gone husband, the only piece of him she could still hold.
» Posted By devin On 12.28.2010 @ 6:36 pm
the paperclips were scattered across the table like little reminders of how disorderly she could be, even in the midst of such organization. this made her think of the order of her life: how everything fell into such a disjointed place that she could not make heads or tails of one relationship from the other; things like simple office friendships were turning into blossoming romances and she couldn’t help but think — which one of these paperclips had pressed against her palm in that last throe of passion from the night before with glen from accounting?
» Posted By devin On 12.22.2010 @ 10:40 pm
the sun had filtered its way down to us on that grove in vicksburg, mississippi through a thick cloak of thunderclouds. we watched from a distance as parents whisked their kids away from the old civil war cannon that the city proudly put on display and pulled them towards the parking lot. i wondered when that couple would be us; you squeezed my hand and the sadness in your eyes reminded me of what could have been and what i had lost and i felt like an old war widow. as much as i had lost our unborn child, i had lost you, too.
» Posted By devin On 12.19.2010 @ 8:58 pm
i always lose mine when people i love abandon me, or i get the sense that they are. i think i fear being unloved the most of anything in the world, and my immediate reaction is anger to hide that fear.
thankfully, i don’t often have occasion to lose it.
» Posted By Devin On 12.13.2010 @ 9:38 am
His hand lovingly touched her cheek, as tears rolled down her face.
“Please don’t cry”, he said. He hugged her, comfoted her.
She would not be comforted.
“But the doctor said you have leukemia and it’s terminal! Is it true? Tell me it isn’t true!”
» Posted By Devin On 11.26.2010 @ 5:24 pm
I stooped by the market on my way home from work, I perused the old cameras and found one that looked particularly elegant. There was something about it, the way the most used buttons had started to show wear on them, you could tell this camera was loved by its previous owner. I couldn’t imagine why someone would give this camera up, but I knew I was going to buy it to create my own memories and give it a new life filled with new stores.
» Posted By Devin On 11.13.2010 @ 6:43 pm
I am a lousy person. I like to say the word lousy. It is a interesting word. Ha ha ha. I don’t know what to write about lousy. When I am sick I feel lousy. Lousy is not a good feeling. I am running out of time. Oh no. Ha ha. This is my final sentence!
» Posted By Devin On 11.09.2010 @ 9:46 am
The cop car outside my window woke me up at 6 am. I went over and watch the man get torn from his apartment building and thrown in the back of the cruiser. He was screaming and shouting at the officer, the women standing on the stoop was yelling and crying. The man yelled he was sorry, she said she believed him and that she’d wait for him.
» Posted By Devin On 10.27.2010 @ 7:09 pm
Ayyy yeah. Jersey Shore. Fantastic show on MTV, it’s a slightly embarrassing example of the human race, but that’s fine. It’s an obsession. Cabs are heeeeere!
» Posted By Devin On 10.25.2010 @ 11:41 am
why do i feel the need to use the microwave with the least amount of buttons pressed possible, as if that were some serious matter i should waste my thoughts on?
» Posted By devin On 10.22.2010 @ 4:41 pm
A microwave is the only way for a college student to survive. It is a complete essential and the only easy way to make Ramen noodle, which are also needed in order to survive the life style that is college life.
» Posted By Devin On 10.22.2010 @ 1:29 pm
Tickling whiskers from my loving dogs face , makes my life feel worth living ffor
» Posted By Devin On 10.21.2010 @ 8:18 pm
Costumes are my favorite part of Halloween. Wouldn’t it be great if we could dress up everyday, and wouldn’t’ it be wonderful if everyday was a musical. I mean how sweet would that be? You could be someone new everyday, and you could do it all while singing.
» Posted By Devin On 10.20.2010 @ 11:20 am
Costumes are the best part of Halloween. I wish we could dress in costume everyday, and have life be a musical. How sweet would that be. We could be someone new everyday, and we could do while singing.
» Posted By Devin On 10.20.2010 @ 11:17 am
I love octopus especially from the see they are great creatures especially those who have large tentacles and can swim around and do as they please I bet they all play octopus games with each other all day as they swim freely in the deep blue sea.
» Posted By Devin On 10.18.2010 @ 12:39 pm
i have a loft in my house. it’s upstairs of course and it overlooks the living room. it has a banister that seperates it from the rest of the house. it also reminds me of ann taylor loft where my mom likes to shop sometimes. it’s a synonym for the word haven which for some reason reminds me of a barn and who wants to be a millionaire.
» Posted By Devin On 08.29.2010 @ 12:20 pm
I stood there, and I waited
for an hour and 15,
and if I had my druthers,
I’d screw that chimpanzee.
» Posted By devin On 08.20.2010 @ 9:45 am
The small child stood upon the dining chair, reaching for the cookie jar. Small fingers brushing its porcelain surface, he felt his way along its smooth exterior feeling for the handlebars.
» Posted By Devin On 08.19.2010 @ 10:59 pm
ALL SENIOR CITIZENS SHOULD HAVE LIFE ALERT.
» Posted By devin On 08.18.2010 @ 10:52 pm
i can’t wait until my house is decorated in Austin! Living with Hannah will be a dream. Lots of smoking pot, lots of studying (hopefully), and parties, parties, parties!
» Posted By Devin On 07.31.2010 @ 3:51 pm
i am so happy i didnt sign a lease this year for college here in WI. i got accepted to go to school in NC and i think it will be the best decision have ever made. im kinda nervous cuz i dont think people party as much in NC as they do in WI. i get a 3.6 gpa and still drink 4 days a week. sorry for partying.
» Posted By Devin On 07.13.2010 @ 8:34 pm
keep a distance, face the front… he who doesn’t sees the butt
» Posted By devin On 07.09.2010 @ 10:19 am
the order of me is all messed up — out of whack. you broke my continuity the night that you looked at me with those dark eyes and smiled.
» Posted By devin On 07.08.2010 @ 3:28 am
without you guysi would die. i love you all. without you guys i’m empty and my mind poisoned by my own thoughts.
» Posted By Devin On 06.18.2010 @ 2:09 pm
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without you I am alone. when you’re gone you’re all i think about, like a permanant disease. when you’re with me i can’t help but stare. when you leave i feel like a bomb drops onto me.
» Posted By Devin On 06.18.2010 @ 1:58 pm