• Louisa commented on the post, assisted 8 years, 1 month ago

    I run a mentoring programs for inner-city youth in a city known for it’s violence and crime. The kids and I have had quite a few very competitive soccer games, and I usually manage to keep up with the goals. My students and I are frequent users of the soccer term “score, and Julie with […]

  • Louisa commented on the post, mint 8 years, 3 months ago

    There is a place in my yard we call the mint corner. It is a small strip of land beside the garage, fenced in in a ridiculous manner. It is far from the view of every window if the house, and the favorite play spot of my sister and. Later, as i grew older, it […]

  • Louisa commented on the post, canteen 8 years, 3 months ago

    I’ve never been to summer camp. That’s always been a sore spot for me. So many of my friends talk about the friends they made, how they matured, getting stoned and getting laid. I spent my summers trying desperately to fit into a family that never wanted me. Camp seemed the perfect get away, but […]

  • Louisa commented on the post, connected 8 years, 4 months ago

    Connected.
    Clashed.
    Lips, hands, feet.
    Crash.
    Collide.
    Like an accident.
    Train crash.
    We didn ;n

  • Louisa commented on the post, jelly 8 years, 6 months ago

    You are my everything. You dance with me to music. You hold my hands. You cook dinner with me. You are the most amazing thing I have ever found. Please forgive me when I say I want nothing more than to die. To disappear. To never exist again.

  • Louisa commented on the post, dropped 8 years, 6 months ago

    Drop out. I was a high school drop out. Now at 19, I’m a college sophomore well on my way to teaching high school English. Ironic. I loved my life of freedom when i wasn’t in school, but it was fucking boring. I read a lot.

  • Louisa commented on the post, reports 8 years, 6 months ago

    I can tell you everything I ever learned. Or at least once i could. I could tell you every word of everything I wrote. Now I can’t even tell you where my keys are. Damn. This really sucks. I can’t even remember what I wrote in my Louis Leakey report.

  • Louisa commented on the post, furnace 8 years, 7 months ago

    My house is not heated by central heat. We chop, split, stack and dry our wood by the quard. It’s so nice to work for the things you have.

  • Louisa commented on the post, spider 8 years, 7 months ago

    I love what everyone hates or fears. I love the fringes, the people who are abandoned. I love whatever disturbs people the most. I love spiders, and snakes and fear. I live for fear.

  • Louisa commented on the post, drain 8 years, 7 months ago

    My cousin, who is well on his way to becoming some ridiculous engineer who will save the world, or something was once a child. And as a child, he used to stare longingly at storm drains, watching the water rush into them in a storm. While most children would have leaped into puddles, he studied […]

  • Louisa commented on the post, whim 8 years, 7 months ago

    One day, on a whim, I went for a walk to get a cup of coffee. I was not a coffee drinker. I did it because drinking coffee in a coffee shop was something I could do with my time and made me look cool. Now, I just need my caffeine. This has become somewhat […]

  • Louisa commented on the post, mythology 8 years, 8 months ago

    So many creatures. I could be all of them to you. Everything so unreal. Everything so untrue. I’ll be a legend.

  • Louisa commented on the post, obvious 8 years, 8 months ago

    I couldn’t be any more obvious. Neither could you. But that’s ok. Until we all get back to our lives and the shit hits the fan and it all comes crashing down. But until then, it’s ok.

  • Louisa commented on the post, altar 8 years, 8 months ago

    I loved the son of a priest once. He was good to me. He worshiped me. I was his god, his altar, his saint. He loved me. It was all the power I needed.

  • Louisa commented on the post, alter 8 years, 8 months ago

    Slice and dice and destroy. Punk rock is all about altered chords, altered clothes, alter egos and chaos. A subculture that doesn’t want what you have, but takes the trash and makes it our own.

  • Louisa commented on the post, alter 8 years, 8 months ago

    Nothing stays the same in my world. When it enters, it must change. Everything. No pair of jeans, no book, no pen is the same after it comes into my possession. No person, I like to hope, for that matter, is every quite the same after they know me. I hope. I think. I pray.

  • Louisa commented on the post, rejection 8 years, 8 months ago

    This is all I would for from you. Once and for all a total rejection. No more yo-yo.

  • Louisa commented on the post, cannon 8 years, 8 months ago

    Every morning when we leave the car we begin to walk our separate ways. However, we are walking to the same place. Why are the mornings so distant for us when the nights are so damn close? We have the same objective, same destination, same needs. We are not so different.

  • Louisa commented on the post, typewriter 8 years, 8 months ago

    I could write all over her skin. She liked to put her arm between my striking keys and the paper to remind me she was more important than my writing. And she was. She said she liked the feeling of the keys snapping down on her hands.

  • Louisa commented on the post, typewriter 8 years, 8 months ago

    There’s a table in my attic. Above it sits a poster for Connecticut College. I decorated the area when I was 14 and miserable. The tape is peeling and yellow now. Other magazine pictures have fallen off the wall. It’s sad.