drinking

June 11th, 2017 | 25 Entries

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25 Entries for “drinking”

  1. I never want to be intoxicated
    Until I want to test my strength
    I pick up tables full of the heaviest things with a drunken swagger
    gallons of water, pages of
    hastily scribbled words
    across the surface
    how strong am I–
    I never want to be intoxicated
    until I want to be able to breathe
    for once,
    just once.

    By Ai URL on 06.12.2017

  2. I’m getting another one, I say. They told me I shouldn’t.
    I drank a lot, but I can still count, so I don’t think I drank enough.
    It’s not really about the flavor–though I say that it is. I like the marshmallow vodka. I like stickin’ that in the twinkie and eatin them together. I know my friends think it’s gross, but man, it’s the best damn thing I’ve ever put in my mouth.
    You’d understand if you tried it.

    By Ian URL on 06.12.2017

  3. drink king
    do rin ku
    Sunlight
    flowers
    birds
    drinking tea

    By Sameeka URL on 06.12.2017

  4. grhrhrhrbrhrjh

    By jumn on 06.12.2017

  5. Gulp after gulp, Jeremy’s sorrow increased. If this is what his friends pushed him to do, then what of his enemies? The heavy cloud of night enclosed him and, instead of fighting it, he surrendered to it, and never woke up.

    By ml on 06.12.2017

  6. I like to drink water.

    By Kellyn on 06.12.2017

  7. when i see that word i think of drunk girls i hate drinking i dont and wont ever do it in my life. drinking to me henders you from what you want and honestly its nasy

    By dj on 06.12.2017

  8. She took a deep gulp of her whiskey, feeling the fire in her throat flood through her entire body. “I think it’s time to dance.”
    Her friends laughed, Jim looking at her in a bewildered way that she had come to recognize.
    “Dancing?”
    “Why not? There’s music. There’s alcohol. It’s time.”

    By Bridget Grace URL on 06.12.2017

  9. There was a time in which I thought that I wouldn’t be able to drink. But today was one of those days where it wasn’t alcohol or any other beverage but the sapphire oceans in your eyes that I was inhaling as if it were my life source. My fingers in your dark curls and the flush that had started to rise on your face made me drunk off of you.

    By Ella Hou URL on 06.12.2017

  10. Water. That’s important. I drank a pint this morning. Sometimes I forget to drink enough. Then I eat too much. Alcohol. I think I’m sober or I’m on the floor. It’s good for social I think. Though we shouldnt need it

    By Rowski on 06.12.2017

  11. “Why do you smell like licorice and salt?”

    I stared at her. My mouth felt like a miniature desert. “What?” I gurgled.

    She moved closer to me, taking a deep, exaggerated breath through her nose. Then, she frowned.

    “I knew it,” she scowled. “You’ve been drinking again. Why must you always do this?”

    “It was only a little bit,” I mumbled.

    “You’re leaning to one side! I hardly think you’ve only had a little bit!”

    By Belinda Roddie URL on 06.12.2017

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  13. The reason he went to the farm is because he’d been drinking. I tried to tell him not to – that she didn’t want to see him, that he could only make things worse – but it’s not as if he listens to be sober. So he’s gone. No, I didn’t stop him. I tried my best, but I’m not going to physically restrain him from messing up his life. That’s not my job.

    By Michelle Brandstetter on 06.12.2017

  14. dnes piju vodu.
    protože chci.
    každý den piju vodu, protože chci.
    víš, že nemusíš pít jen vodu?
    vím.
    dnes jsem pila i mléko.
    nejsi ko.
    jsi ok.
    ok ko ok ko
    furt se to mění
    si zvykneš

    # Czech language

    By too stable URL on 06.12.2017

  15. He woke up in the empty lot next to where the furniture store used to be. When he was able to calculate, which took some time, he figured he must be about 8 miles away from the last bar he recalled drinking in. The one with the rodeo cowboy neon sign. It was a strange sign for a bar in the middle of nowhere in NJ, about as far from the rodeo as you could get. He tried to get up but his legs gave out from under him, so he sat where he fell, waiting for sobriety to sneak in somehow. Why had he gone to that bar? The guy. He remembered the guy. On the highway who stopped to pick him up; who saw his thumb and wasn’t afraid that he was a serial killer or something. He asked him where he was headed. “Just into town,” he answered. He hadn’t really looked at the guy driving; eye contact was not his thing. If someone gives you a ride, eye contact can say something you’re not meaning to say. So he said nothing. Until the man asked him the weirdest question he thought he ever heard.

    By rubyluby on 06.12.2017

  16. there’s a spot of salt and burger grease shining at the corner of her lip that i can’t help but focus on as she laughs, her glass raised in the air and spilling beer all over the varnished counter.

    more nights like this, i think as i tell her another fry joke.

    By hiraeth-writes URL on 06.12.2017

  17. The drinking continued until well into the morning hours until the crowd let out. He surveyed the gradual settling of the room from the thumping beat of the energetic evening. Stools were being lifted onto tables and the floor mopped up of the film of stale beer and spilled cocktails. The bartender and busboys were counting out tips in their nightly routine sorting through crumpled and wet wads of dollar bills that sat in misshapen and soggy piles. The time for the ambient mood lights of the club was now gone and the one of the waitresses flipped the switch for the house lights, washing away the seductive glow of violets and ambers into the sterile clinical wash of fluorescents.

    By Justin URL on 06.12.2017

  18. The drinking continued until well into the morning hours until the crowd let out. He surveyed the gradual settling of the room from the thumping beat of the energetic evening. Stools were being lifted onto tables and the floor mopped up of the film of stale beer and spilled cocktails. The bartender and busboys were counting out tips in their nightly routine sorting through crumpled and wet wads of dollar bills that sat in misshapen and soggy piles. The time for the ambient mood lights of the club was now gone as one of the waitresses flipped the switch for the house lights, washing away the seductive glow of violets and ambers into the sterile clinical wash of fluorescents.

    By Justin URL on 06.12.2017

  19. I am drinking an ocean of water to keep up with the thirst I have from the hottest day we’ve had so far. It is currently hotter than Egypt. Can it get that hot? Yes, apparently it can. I do not like it. Sand or no sand.

    By Melissa on 06.12.2017

  20. Drinking ruins one’s life specially when it comes to the point of getting addicted to it. I used to drink a lot, go to parties, clubs and drink the hell out with my friends. That was way back in college though, I stopped because I’m a licensed professional now and it would be a huge mistake if it would be ruined because of drinking habits.

    By Jia URL on 06.12.2017

  21. Enough. Once is too many times to taste death’s dark nectar. But I kept going, and began to kill myself every day. Every night I killed myself. @oznolem #drinking #oneword

    By Oz Nolem URL on 06.12.2017

  22. as life become one giant pool of suffocation
    the water filling my lungs, drinking it in desperation
    i tried to find a way to swim to the surface
    but i guess the ocean bottom is what i would worship

    to find a way breathe the air
    into the dark abyss i longingly would stare
    what a conundrum to want drown but also breathe
    i guess the mind is plagued with what it can conceive

    if only drinking the water would provide me with gills
    and then my lungs wouldn’t burst from the depression that fills
    and the salt wouldn’t burn my eyes as i came up to the sun
    it kissed my skin and told me that that this battle i have one

    By Lovelysunnyday URL on 06.12.2017

  23. I can drink a bottle of wine in a night. I don’t know how I feel about it, except that, subjectively, I enjoy it. Objectively, it’s like, “um, slow down, cowgirl.” I should just drink water? But the edge blurs, and I like that. The warm fuzzies inside that say it’s okay to just relax and lackadaisically say anything on my mind without thinking twice.

    By Ashley on 06.12.2017

  24. The only sound in the room was the liquid sloshing around in the glass. The ice cubes hitting the side as he tipped it back over, and over, and over. Never ending, never stopping. Just pouring, pouring, pouring, pouring with no purpose, no meaning.

    Meaning was insignificant, now. All that mattered was this drink.

    By Kat URL on 06.12.2017

  25. Drinking up the sunshine
    From your beautiful warm eyes,
    What a surprise,
    This life,
    You’ll be my favorite demise.

    The bottle slips
    from my fingertips
    And the shards crash on the cold hard floor.

    Then I find you at my door,
    A sanctuary from the war.

    By Emily on 06.12.2017