• Emily commented on the post, boyfriend 4 years, 11 months ago

    My first boyfriend was such a disappointment I no longer list him when I tell people about my previous relationships. My second was quite suave, but also pretty full of himself, although it took me two years to realize that and get over him. My third was the best one yet, which scares me, because I’m afraid I’ll never do better. Here’s hoping that…[Read more]

  • Emily commented on the post, flee 6 years, 6 months ago

    Run. Run from the memories you thought you left far behind. Run from the pain, the emotions, the conflict and feeling behind every moment. You couldn’t handle it then, what makes you think you’re any better now?

  • Emily commented on the post, decompose 6 years, 6 months ago

    Roderich tore up the paper and groaned in frustration.
    “I just don’t understand it! Who does that idiot think he is, forcing me to write an entire musical score in just five days?! Any half witted simpleton you encounter walking down the street knows you can’t force art!”
    Walking into the room and yet another of the overworked Austrian’s…[Read more]

  • Emily commented on the post, magenta 6 years, 7 months ago

    Magenta reminds me of a sunset flashing brilliant colors, burning itself out as it slowly dies beneath the horizon, waiting to be reborn in a phoenix’s ball of passion and color each new day. Magenta is the color of May flowers after April showers. Magenta is purple with spice. Magenta is beautiful. Magenta is one of the colors you’re dying to…[Read more]

  • Emily commented on the post, pressed 8 years, 2 months ago

    A woman ironing a shirt, the pressure builds, the heat increases, intense heat. She is alone in her new apartment, thinking about the day as she completes her daily chores (although ironing is merely a weekly chore). Boxes lay unpacked, scattered about the miniature domicile, seemingly as small as a dollhouse, the walls closing in, […]

  • Emily commented on the post, bulb 8 years, 4 months ago

    A single lightbulb swaying from a thin wire, illuminating all corners of the closet space. I like to sit in here and think about things. Illuminate the darker corners of my mind.

  • Emily commented on the post, lock 8 years, 4 months ago

    One word indeed: autism. Autism is a lock. There is no key. And thee needn’t be one, in my opinion. Yes, autism. I do not feel autism limits people. Rather, it opens up their minds to new ideas, new thoughts that no mere ‘normal’ person could ever hope to unravel, to understand.

  • Emily commented on the post, lock 8 years, 4 months ago

    In Professor Layton, there is a puzzle near the start of the second game. It involves finding the right key to fit a lock. I don’t like to give things away, however I must say that this is a quite clever puzzle, as it merits the use of the apparent ‘handle’ of one of the […]

  • Emily commented on the post, lock 8 years, 4 months ago

    I am so scared right now. It’s been years since I’ve tried this, years since I’ve opened up my thoughts, my feelings to someone else. My heart feels like it’s always been under lock and key, like it no longer knows emotion. But I have to try. Somehow, I feel like she’ll make it worth […]

  • Emily commented on the post, manager 8 years, 4 months ago

    I am SO bored right now. I really don’t want to do this anymore, but I’m stuck until I graduate. If I slack off, chances are good the wrong person will notice – a.k.a. the manager. So, yeah. I’m stuck in this minimum wage, bottom feeder job flipping burgers until I can find a way […]

  • Emily commented on the post, level 8 years, 4 months ago

    I am completely balanced, completely calm within myself. I feel spiritually enhanced, like I am on a different level, like I AM level. I feel calm, tired yet refreshed, and in a beautiful world, where images becomes sounds become emotions become words become images.

  • Emily commented on the post, boiling 8 years, 4 months ago

    My boiling point has been reached. Sudden explosions as foam escapes my steamy mouth. I rock and sway, rolling white peaks covering my lips and surface. I am overwhelmed with heat.