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» Posted By maria On 08.16.2012 @ 12:27 pm


He wanted to go back and tell her how sorry he was and how he’d fucked everything up but he knew she didn’t want to hear it. Instead, he who her his most familiar grin and unlocked his car, as if the whole night hadn’t bothered him in the least. The warm, summer breeze that made it’s way into his cabin reminded him that there was plenty to be thankful for, if only he paid more attention. “Perhaps this is what an adult life could be like” he thought to himself. The regret, the loneliness, he knew it was because he was selfish, too damn stubborn to love her back.

» Posted By Maria On 08.14.2012 @ 9:52 pm

I want you, he whispered into my ear. He was hot, heavy, on top of me, an illicit lover in my bed. His hair was light against my husband’s pillow.
I pulled him closer and kissed him. Words were useless now.

» Posted By Maria On 08.14.2012 @ 6:39 pm


concepts of fitness. conceptual thinker thinking unlaid plans undone plans misunderstanding thoughts idea unlikely improbable

» Posted By Maria On 08.13.2012 @ 11:06 am


I don’t know what I am writing. Honestly, this feels like writers craft. When my class did stream of conscience. It was fun, complicated at times, but fun none the less. So, puncture, eh? What can I say about this?

» Posted By Maria On 08.06.2012 @ 9:46 pm


its small. You can unlock doors with it. Its starts with K . It can help you unlock things home and doors. Its smaller than you

» Posted By Maria On 08.05.2012 @ 2:35 am


camera oscura che avvolgi i pensieri, facendo emergere il colore agro-dolce di una istantanea in bianco e nero o a colori sbiaditi. è il volto sorridente di un’anima in pena, che sa quello che vuole. Emozione di passione, che penetra nell’epidermide, che occupa ogni interstizio libero di tessuto. Che scorre nel sangue e pulsa nei ventricoli. Passione, colore, ricordo, immagine. In una camera oscura che avvolge il pensiero.

» Posted By maria On 08.03.2012 @ 7:01 am

to take pictures, to do whatever you want, you can make a movie or just a shortcutm whatever you like, its just to express yourself. art! it captures and remember what the eye can´t, and it stays forver like a memory. Sometimes, however, it may make people loose their perception becuase the just hide behind a camer, and don´t see what the world gives us.

» Posted By Maria On 08.02.2012 @ 3:54 pm


A cabinet is either a place to put things or a meeting office for people. Cabinet also refers to the group of people who meet to support a prime minister. I like old cabinets and would like a nice wooden one for my future appartment/house wherever that may be.

» Posted By Maria On 07.29.2012 @ 10:32 am


It was a statement of fact, but she was the only one who knew it. The others stared at her for a moment, wondering why she would even bother to voice her opinion, then moved on with their discussion. She shouldn’t have said anything. What a waste of time that was.

» Posted By Maria On 07.27.2012 @ 11:05 am


i love gum, it sticks like people should, it doesn’t think, just hold. It is not ever lasting, but dies as we do.

» Posted By Maria On 07.25.2012 @ 1:48 pm


I held him, the holder, in my arms. He was finally broken, the one who had clutched me to his chest and kept me safe, and now it was my turn. To heal him, to protect him, to save him from the mess of the world and those who tried so hard to hurt him. Their cruelties were too much.

» Posted By Maria On 07.24.2012 @ 9:39 pm


Te stuff on a cake. But its also the thing that makes life sweet. people go through the itterness in their life just so they can reach the icing. its the part people look forward to, the erason we push through the things we have to do so we can enjoy the outcome.

» Posted By maria On 07.22.2012 @ 7:43 pm


The sonar pinged in my ears. Bats. I could hear them, and it was strange. I knew something was wrong then, when the TV noise overwhelmed me, the dog’s whining, and still the bats squeaked outside in the dusk, flitting between tree branches.

» Posted By Maria On 07.18.2012 @ 10:03 am

I just had this word. What is going on? That’s okay I’m a “go with the flow” kind of bat (get it? bat? because we’re talking about sonar!) so I’ll do just that until the time clock runs out.

» Posted By maria On 07.17.2012 @ 9:49 pm

The super villain immediately used his sonar ability to block any sound his nemesis was making and as the latter was screaming at the top of his lungs, to no avail, it looked like he was merely gasping for air while being drowned, yet in his particular situation the water was air and he felt as though he was choking on it, all while the man in black cackled mercilessly.

» Posted By maria On 07.17.2012 @ 9:46 pm


The decorations hung limp on the browning tree. It was March now, and we had been waiting for him to come back to open the presents. He still hadn’t come back, and the tree was sagging under the weight of the baubles and the presents were covered in dry pine needles and someone had to tell mom he wasn’t coming back but nobody had the heart to do it.

» Posted By Maria On 07.17.2012 @ 6:18 am


Is a needed addition for supporting activities such as writing, reading, understanding and learning plus is also good to know and learn new things

» Posted By Maria On 07.14.2012 @ 3:42 pm


The bandages were tight around his chest, and stained brown with dried blood. They were too tight, but hey, it was better than dying. He breathed in, slowly, seeing how far he could go. The light was dim and the air was smoky and flies buzzed in through the thatched walls. He couldn’t see anybody else, but a cigarette was smoking silently on a tray next to his bed, evidence of a visitor.

» Posted By Maria On 07.12.2012 @ 1:43 pm


I have my list of things to do before I die written on my ceiling, right above my head where I sleep. I haven’t crossed out anything yet, I’m worried that I’m going to end up getting hit by a bus or something before I’ve done any of the things that I want to do. I’m terrified that I’m going to end up wasting my life away.

» Posted By maria On 07.08.2012 @ 4:47 pm


the most interesting thing is that i am not even sure about its meaning but i think it means make someone in prison under laws .and when i thought about this the picture comes to my mind is the picture of shiney ahuuja the indian actor getting to the police jeep accused of raping his maid.

» Posted By maria On 07.07.2012 @ 10:17 am


I get stupidly emotional when I think about space because it’s just so amazing and huge and there’s so much that we don’t know about it and probably won’t ever know, it’s just a bit upsetting. Science is so advanced now, almost scarily advanced, but there’s still so much that we don’t understand about the universe. Thinking about it too much has made me realise that no matter what happens, I’m going to do everything I possibly can to be happy. I’m going to make sure I get the most out of life, because despite all the bullshit and whatever, life is beautiful and I think the worst thing anyone can do is waste it and not appreciate the fact that you’re alive on a planet floating in space, and that’s fucking amazing no matter how shit you think your life is.

» Posted By maria On 07.05.2012 @ 3:03 pm


Modem? Like the internet modem I reckon? This reminds me of all the times I’ve over heard this word in my home. Quite often actually. It’s odd because I still have no idea what it means.

» Posted By maria On 07.05.2012 @ 2:36 am


The railroad stretched on forever, it seemed, past the horizon into the setting sun. I sighed as he got onto the train, as he stopped to wave back at my lackluster hand flap. He was going away forever, going where I could never find him again, never hold him in my arms again, and I would die here alone.

» Posted By Maria On 07.03.2012 @ 6:12 pm


There is this guy paul who I have met and haven’t had the chance to fully tell him how I feel and instead I ran away from him.i have pushed him away as far as possible so I could just so I could try and forget about him.

» Posted By Maria On 07.01.2012 @ 8:00 am


tomorrow is Saturday, I think he died on a Saturday. Or maybe his funeral was on a Saturday, it doesn’t matter, i relate his death to Saturday-

» Posted By maria On 06.29.2012 @ 2:05 pm


crust is the dry part of a bread, i don’t like it that much, but i still eat it. the crust is brown, dark brown, and covers the deliciousness of the bread. it can contain nuts and wheat.

» Posted By maria On 06.28.2012 @ 10:58 pm

Well once I had a scar that looked like a bread crust. I´m not sure about the meaning of crust. I´m mexican, therefore my native language is spanish. I think it´s something that has to do with bread, but.. I guess I´ll never really know.

» Posted By Maria On 06.28.2012 @ 8:50 pm


All this makes me think about is the human heart distributing blood around the body or whatever and that just makes me think about how shitty our bodies are because I can feel so shitty about mine and I don’t think it’s fair.

» Posted By maria On 06.26.2012 @ 7:01 pm

he rides his vechicle and he must always be prepared to deliver the things

» Posted By maria On 06.26.2012 @ 4:14 pm

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