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I have never heard the word hover in my life. It sounds kinda strange, and funny.

» Posted By nicole On 03.31.2015 @ 6:52 am


this dumb assignment is nowhere to be found. your point is?
mr iekel thinks this assignment is going nowhere right now!
nowhere is there an answer! help!

» Posted By nicole On 03.30.2015 @ 7:29 am

this dumb assignment is nowhere to be found.

» Posted By nicole On 03.30.2015 @ 7:27 am


it was sleek and white and weird. i didn’t recognize it when we walked up the path I so long ago used to pick flowers on for my mother. I didn’t recognize it when we knocked on the door. The only glimmer of recognition that entered my mind that day was the mailbox. There was a chip in the paint that allowed the yellow it used to be shine through; a ray of sunshine in my sad, sad life.

» Posted By Nicole On 03.28.2015 @ 8:28 pm


Diet is something i DIdn’t think much about before all this happened. Now the thought of eating seems like this impossible thing. I can’t get food in my mouth. And if I somehow manage to, it comes out shortly thereafter.

» Posted By Nicole On 03.08.2015 @ 11:06 pm


I love to get up and watch the beautiful horizon.

» Posted By Nicole On 02.03.2015 @ 12:21 pm


It’s not that I hate my life, I just don’t love my life. There are people who go around loving life to the max, you know? Tweetiing about it. I don’t think I’ll ever love life or hate life. I am indifferent. I am like, oh, hey life, here you still are. Cool. Thanks I guess. What should I do today? Oh. I know. the same thing as always. Huzzah.

» Posted By Nicole On 02.01.2015 @ 11:21 am


It’s the best way to eat or drink … dash in something very powerful and incredibly delicious to deepen the taste bud experience. To add a dash of vibrancy, of power, of spice to your life.

» Posted By Nicole On 01.20.2015 @ 4:51 pm


it was like she was our teacher, our trainer. she taught us how to be and how to act and what to do, and everyone seems to forget that everyone seems to think it was amy. it was amy who took the lead, amy who took the reigns, amy who made all the plans – but it wasn’t amy it was temperance. it was always temperance

» Posted By Nicole On 01.08.2015 @ 7:31 pm


I wonder if others feel this lost whenever they see this word. Like do they feel the blows of affliction? Do they hear the words of their abusers? Do they whisper Why. Why me ? as they blows rain on their head?

» Posted By nicole On 01.04.2015 @ 3:42 pm


the brown skin of the fruit was wrinkled like the skin of an old woman. I pop it into my mouth, savoring the overpowering saltiness, after the salt is a perfect sweetness. Like that of a unblemished apple. I swallow and reach for a drink of sherry, completely confused as to why I am being served olives and sherry.

» Posted By nicole On 12.29.2014 @ 4:34 pm


I love tofu because it comes in many shapes sizes geometries and it’s squishy to the touch. sometimes I think about laying a bunch in a brick pattern but horizontally. And then I imagine laying down and taking a nap in its squishy gooiness…done!

» Posted By nicole On 11.28.2014 @ 1:06 pm


Its time to keep my hand steady as I write down everything I am afraid to tell you. I do love you and its tearing me apart because no matter how hard i try it will always be him. I will always wish you were him but you’re not and its not fair to put you through that. Its not fair to lead you on and lead you to believe this is more than what it is. But you are falling fast and I don’t think Im going to be ready to catch you. My arms are still outstretched for him.

» Posted By nicole On 10.19.2014 @ 1:35 pm


flat? what is it to be flat? and even flattened? you might say my writing is flattened or perhaps my grammar. Squished, stepped on, flattened…

» Posted By Nicole On 10.05.2014 @ 3:35 am


Sweep? Sweeping could be referring to the use of a broom, to sweep, or clean, a filthy floor. It could also be referring to describing a large, or “sweeping” movement. Cinderalla sweeps quite a bit in the movie, right? does she do thst in the fairytale, as well?

» Posted By nicole On 09.15.2014 @ 3:53 pm


The Partridge Family was very popular when I was little and I decided I wanted to be adopted into their television family. One of the sisters played the tambourine, so I thought maybe I could play the triangle.

» Posted By Nicole On 09.11.2014 @ 7:02 pm


The orb glowed, bright luminous as Frado reached it. Everything he touched was bright, but some how this orb was clearer, cleaner. The brightness was whiter than any light he’d ever seen. It made his natural glow seem dirty, tained some how. And that could not be allowed

» Posted By Nicole On 09.05.2014 @ 11:34 pm


discovering a new way of being, of living.
discovering a new way of thinking about yourself, what you can do or make.
it can really change a person and their perspective on life.
you wake up one day and you realize that you can just make on decision that you normally wouldn’t consider, and it could change your life.
you could ask out the cute cashier at your coffee shop
you could quit your terrible job
you could change everything.

» Posted By Nicole On 08.12.2014 @ 1:02 am


sometimes people don’t get what they deserved
sometimes you work so hard only to get screwed over
but you know what?
make those people screwing you over regret it
make them get what THEY deserve
show them how much it takes out of a person to have to just take it
to take the shit that they deal
after all,
it is only what they deserve

» Posted By Nicole On 08.10.2014 @ 6:08 pm


I checked again, and there ws nobody there. Seriously though it was freakin’ freaky because I swear to god someone was coming up the stairs. Like my stairs were old, right? So you can here everything – every creek, every footstep… let alone someone BOUNDING up the stairs and stopping right in front of my room. I seriously had a heart attack when I looked over towards my door fully expecting to see my dad and there was just nothing, nobody, blankness.

» Posted By Nicole On 08.06.2014 @ 5:34 am


» Posted By nicole On 08.05.2014 @ 10:58 pm


The forks were shiney and the spoons were dull and the knives didn’t exist but she loved everything about the kitchen anyway. She didn’t care that it was 200 years old or that there were holes in the floor boards and moths on the railings (although that was odd – why were there moths on all the railings? Live, breathing moths just chilling out on the bannister). The place was hers and everyone else’s who had lived in it before her, and so she was in love. Because she felt people around her even though nobody was there, and that was how she liked it. People scared, she called it. It was much better than alone scared.

» Posted By Nicole On 08.05.2014 @ 8:13 am


I’m not very beautiful. At least, in the conventional sense. My nose is long and sloping; it’s like a sharp beak that could break glass if I looked the wrong way. My eyes are set too far apart, and my skin is disfigured with ugly acne scars. I don’t particularly care when people tell me that my face suffers from lacking of conforming to rigid beauty standards. It’s unfair, really, to dictate what someone should look like. Am I lesser of a human for my thick thighs and wide hips?

» Posted By Nicole On 07.08.2014 @ 10:31 pm


it’s the insides of me. my core and my bones and my synapses. it’s my blood and my veins and the things I think when I’m not trying to think of things at all. It’s what I know for sure, for certain, without doubt. It’s me.

» Posted By Nicole On 06.11.2014 @ 7:47 pm


She was steadfast in her conviction. Something I never was. Something I never will be. And I really hated it because it was all or nothing with her, all the time. No in between. No grey areas. But sometimes grey is mucky and you need stark black and white to know when to draw the line.

» Posted By Nicole On 06.08.2014 @ 7:22 pm


he smiled at me with his grin and I knew I would never leave that bedside. I knew that even if I wanted to I wouldn’t. Because something snuck in behind desire and hooked me for good. Something he set loose with that smile.

» Posted By Nicole On 06.03.2014 @ 8:02 pm


It’s when you fall into the pit. when you’re sliding down and down and down and you can’t hold onto the sides because it’s like a slide, but not a fun one. Like Alice in Wonderland, but not even as fun as that… and that’s not fun at all. It’s like a pit in your stomach that you somehow get into. Your whole self, you get your whole self into that pit. You swallow yourself whole.

» Posted By Nicole On 05.29.2014 @ 6:46 am


As I stared at the artwork displayed on the wall before me, I thought back to a simpler time. A time when things weren’t so complicated. One didn’t have to worry that the creepy guy standing behind you in the Starbucks line breathing much too heavily near your ear, just might be a terrorist about to take the whole place out. Who knows, maybe he just has really bad allergies or high anxiety. The guy just wants his frickin’ mocha latte, skim, no whip so he get the hell outta dodge. Just like me. It’s time to move on. Thongs just got really complicated, really fast. He wasn’t supposed to fall in love. I told him that from the very beginning.

» Posted By nicole On 05.23.2014 @ 8:43 pm


huge big large up high – that was him. he was basket-ball player tall wih deep brown eyes and the most cliche bone structure you could fathom. But I didn’t care because sometimes you have to give in to cliches – they exist for a reason, you know

» Posted By Nicole On 05.16.2014 @ 10:45 am


it’s fine, and I’m fine and you’re fine. I don’t want to talk about it because it’s FINE everybody always makes a big fucking deal out of everything these days… h my god, it’s the worst thing ever. Oh my god, I’m broken”… “he broke me”… fuck that, that is the attitude that STOPS things… it makes things stop and I won’t let it becuase I won’t let him

» Posted By Nicole On 05.15.2014 @ 10:30 am

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