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you know what gives me the chills? knowing that you’re back from afghanistan, and i still wanna talk to you even after you cheated on me. I was faithful through out the 8 months that you were gone. And dont think its because i miss you, i just want to tell you how much i hate you for it.
» Posted By ella On 07.01.2012 @ 2:19 am
He stood up, shouldering the burlap sack and adjusting it as to keep the seeds from falling out. Turning around, he lifted a hand to his forehead as a makeshift visor and looked out beyond the field.
» Posted By Ella On 06.24.2012 @ 11:39 pm
seedy people are gross and seeds come from the grond and make stuff and seedy things taste like seeds and they are small and sometimes edible and stuff and they are yum and gross and i hate seedy cunts cause they aare just so seedy and they like little girls and stuff and why am i so seedy wait no im not seedy seeds turn into trees and then they make more seeds and that just goes on forever untill seeds are seedy
» Posted By Ella On 06.24.2012 @ 9:17 pm
Emptying everything.. All is gone now… No happiness to fill me up.. No sadness.. No anger..
All souls are free now. Free in the hands of the lord.
In the sky..
In the sky.
» Posted By Ella On 06.05.2012 @ 7:51 am
It’s about time to empty out my attic. Emptying everything.. My memories, happiness and sorrow… I don’t know why.. But you see an attic as storage.. I see it as imagination… and a place to store memories.
» Posted By Ella On 06.05.2012 @ 7:45 am
baseball cap. Put a cap on a bottle. To cap off a great day. Another baseball cap on top of a water bottle with a cap. Captions under a picture. Captain the horse. captain Hook. Cappy Stappy. Lemon Pappy. Caps galore! And this is my cap story.
» Posted By ella On 06.03.2012 @ 1:39 pm
the convict is behind bars. before death row, his life runs like a conveyor belt. he either regrets or doesnt but he feels something. the convict has time to think. he doesn`t have to worry about his wardrobe or getting milk from the grocery store.
» Posted By ella On 06.01.2012 @ 11:47 pm
Entree comes before a main meal. It is an appetiser. Any ingredients can be used and it is normally savoury in flavour. It can be served in a plate or decorative bowl.
» Posted By ella On 04.22.2012 @ 2:52 pm
my heart aches when i eat too much curry. I really should stop. My husband used to eat curry all the time. Then he died. That gives me heartache too.
» Posted By Ella On 04.09.2012 @ 10:29 am
He picked his glasses up of the floor, pulling his sweatshirt sleeve down to wipe of the filmy residue from the lenses. Slipping them onto the bridge of his nose, he blinked and looked around.
» Posted By Ella On 03.24.2012 @ 12:07 am
It was dark and so stuffy. I gasped and gagged on the stale air.
Where was I?
» Posted By Ella On 03.22.2012 @ 8:55 pm
i am fixed with only one emotion and that emotion will not leave my side. It stays and infests itself in my soul. I am ready for it to become unfixed and free myself of its hold.
» Posted By ella On 03.21.2012 @ 8:45 pm
who gets to rate who? what gives you, the corporation or the tower, to rate this show or this person or this product? sure, it’s the people, but which people? ratings are a question, not an answer. do people believe them? some people swear by them – in television, it’s a whole life. boys rate girls. i rate food. rate rate rate wrong.
» Posted By ella On 03.21.2012 @ 4:09 am
What is my rating? On what scale do we go by?
Why do we look at one another and cast a number upon them?
From beautiful to beautiful, He says I’m far beyond. No word or number can contain me.
» Posted By Ella On 03.20.2012 @ 9:44 pm
I watched as they all lined up. One after the other. Like a line of perfectly sculpted dolls. Was I really one of them? I prepared to follow and there I was, blinking in the lights. There were so many people. This is where I wanted to be. Surely it wasn’t among the stars, but I was one step closer. The lights would do for now.
» Posted By Ella On 03.19.2012 @ 9:29 pm
i like to recycle
recycling is fun it helps the planet and stop world apocalypse from zombies
!!!!! RECYCLE TO STOP ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE ZOMBIES!!!!!!! RECYCLING IS SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO MUCH FUN
» Posted By ELLA On 03.11.2012 @ 1:24 pm
the top of a shirt
shows what conditions you keep yourself in
fancy or not
blue or white – symbolizing of class
» Posted By Ella On 01.26.2012 @ 7:18 pm
white fence. picket fence. rusty fence. paramore song. fencing. defence. protection. security.
» Posted By ella On 01.22.2012 @ 5:19 pm
Freiheit – groß, unheimlich, erstrebenswert? Frei, zu tun, was ich will, frei von Bindungen, Sicherheiten, Beziehungen? Freiheit – Lebensressource, aber nur in streng limitierter Dosis :)
Und die Freiheit, aufzuhören, bevor die Zeit um ist :)
» Posted By Ella On 01.20.2012 @ 8:16 am
My life is bland. Everyday I wake up, go to school, go to varsity, do work and sleep. Again and again and again. I’m just so tired. I want to go on an adventure. I guess that’s why sometimes I like to loose myself in fairytales, imagining myself in places I’ll never be and on adventures I’ll never know.
» Posted By Ella On 01.11.2012 @ 4:35 am
Warm and dancing on a cold winter night. I feel you near me even though youmare no longer here.
» Posted By Ella On 12.23.2011 @ 11:51 pm
Life is so complicated, as well is love and the matter of people around me dying, when I too want to die
» Posted By Ella On 11.06.2011 @ 7:20 am
put together, collection, sometimes a mix. sometimes it’s heterogenous or homogenous. you can blend some things but can’t blend other things so they awkwardly float around, forced into an environment where they can’t blend, can’t stand, sometimes. when that happens, they need to break down to combine. guess sometimes two heads aren’t better than one.
» Posted By ella On 11.03.2011 @ 12:13 pm
My first husband was the one who started it all. Perhaps it was the way he treated me, but after he died on that trip to Santa Cruz, I found I couldn’t really deal with long term relationships. And now I have wound up in jail, without a wedding ring, and although I tell them I’m completely sane every day, they still don’t believe me.
» Posted By Ella On 10.30.2011 @ 3:59 pm
completely understand, gather from my own experiences and re-feel the emotion. from those experiences to emphatically connect with the person.
» Posted By ella On 10.21.2011 @ 10:00 am
Dull, not again- I did think it would change. How odd. To be dull. Without shine, without vigor. I wonder, am I dull? Do I think it? But then perhaps its a feeling, underwater, all your senses blocked, do you feel dull? Is it bad? I don’t know, to be honest. I’m rather confused.
» Posted By Ella On 10.17.2011 @ 2:33 pm
As the flowers blood, waters spills over the banks, you know spring is here to stay.
» Posted By Ella On 10.12.2011 @ 7:39 pm
stacks and stacks of books. piles of them everywhere, lumped together in some particular order.
“how can you find anything in here?” she exclaimed, nearly toppling a precariously leaning tower of geology books.
» Posted By ella On 10.10.2011 @ 12:41 pm
warning warning warning warning warning warning warning warning warning warning warning
» Posted By ella On 10.06.2011 @ 8:52 am
Back To Stats Page
I suppose that it was worth it to hang in there, to the very end, but then again I am not sure. And maybe I will never know. Well I maybe I will, one day once I have forgotten all about today. Maybe then, I will remember.
» Posted By Ella On 10.03.2011 @ 7:57 pm