• Astrid commented on the post, convict 6 years, 12 months ago

    I feel like a fucking convict, running from the law, and it has absolutely nothing to do with me. I refuse to answer the door when the cops are looking for you. I refuse to open my mouth when the cops are asking […]

  • Astrid commented on the post, transform 7 years ago

    I never liked the idea of transforming into a butterfly. I’d much rather stay an ugly, unappreciated caterpillar. They’re the ones who get to gorge themselves into oblivion, after all, and I very much like the […]

  • Astrid commented on the post, stunt 7 years ago

    If he pulls that stupid stunt one more time, I have every right to take his face off, turn it inside out, and stick it back on so that when he walks into bars looking for some young fucking pussy, they’ll see what […]

  • Astrid commented on the post, leading 7 years ago

    I was leading him into the trees, unthinking and unafraid, but this was a mistake. I didn’t know that he would cut down those so precious to me. I didn’t know that he would use them to build a fire. I didn’t know […]

  • Astrid commented on the post, calling 7 years ago

    I hate hearing the voices calling out in the evening. Everyone’s mother is standing on the back porch, shouting for them to come home. I loath their togetherness, their happy family structure. I swear no one will […]

  • Astrid commented on the post, pile 7 years ago

    I was always curious about the always growing pile of pine needles in my grandfather’s back yard. There wasn’t a single pine tree back there, and whenever I tried to dig through it he would shoo me away, telling […]

  • Astrid commented on the post, base 7 years ago

    I don’t understand the basics of what most people are saying–not because I am unintelligent, but because they are so incredibly unintelligent and it hurts my mind trying to shrink itself down to such a miniscule size.

  • Astrid commented on the post, backspace 7 years ago

    I just used the backspace key about thirty times as I tried to figure out what I would write(the second time) for this word. How silly it is that an author exercise her skills in such a way.

  • Astrid commented on the post, backspace 7 years ago

    I wish life were like the backspace button on my keyboard. No matter how many times I misspell a word, I can go back and retry, but in life we all just get up in the morning and fail. And fail. Again and again.

  • Astrid commented on the post, morals 7 years, 11 months ago

    I dislike the idea of morals. I don’t care whether you have “good” ones or “bad” ones. It’s all complete and utter bull shit. No one has better morals than anyone else, but everyone thinks theirs are the best.

  • Astrid commented on the post, embraced 7 years, 11 months ago

    Lately, I’ve been wondering what it’s like to be embraced, truly embraced, by the one you love. Is it the same as being embraced by someone you don’t? Is it the same as being embraced by someone who loves you? You see, I seem to love quite a lot, but I never seem to get […]

  • Astrid commented on the post, forgetting 7 years, 11 months ago

    I am always forgetting about the most important things. I know some people forget times and places and people’s names–all those silly, little things–but, no, not me. I forget those big, important things, like my husband’s birthday, or whether or not I should be going left or right to turn into the hospital parking lot—all […]