Comments Posted By Abigail W
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I like jewelry that looks that Cleopatra. Nothing too modern. i refuse to accept that i live in 2015. it’s just too embarrassing to be a part of this generation. Not that her’s was much better, Cleo’s i mean.
» Posted By Abigail W On 03.29.2015 @ 6:49 pm
that’s what i saw this past year as, a growth. no not a growth, like a new chance for me to grow, like a regrowth. regrowth.
» Posted By Abigail W On 12.25.2014 @ 5:44 pm
i couldn’t believe he was going to pull a stunt like this…again. what was he thinking? what was i thinking? i knew him, knew the kind of shit he pulled yet i continued to give him chances, to turn a blind eye. he was an asshole, but i was a fool.
» Posted By Abigail W On 12.23.2014 @ 7:42 pm
the clouds had a grandfatherly look about them, as if they truly cared for the young group and wanted to see them laughing and frolicking in the rain, but also stearn enough to thunderstorm if the party stayed out too late.
» Posted By Abigail W On 03.06.2014 @ 2:35 pm
the whole situation seemed very juvenile, who cared if the man had an affair. Men have affaires, women do it to. Life goes on. Those words weren’t spoken of course, that would seemed terribly unsymapthic and generally wrong, since she was the one who had been cheated on.
» Posted By Abigail W On 03.03.2014 @ 5:33 pm
and slowly as the funeral went on i felt her dissapear. she wasn’t the picture they were painting, she wasn’t like this and her very memory was being curropted. she was dissapearing before my eyes and apparently even my memories weren’t safe from this epidemic.
» Posted By Abigail W On 02.13.2014 @ 6:46 am
downward spiral, why not upwards. Why could she have gotten the promotion and not accidently run over her neighbors dog, why couldn’t she have known kale was in her teeth before she smiled at the attracitve lawyer. Why? Becuase apparently life doesn’t work that way
» Posted By Abigail W On 02.11.2014 @ 4:53 pm
and i wanted so badly to confide in her, to tell her my secrets in the dark night with a blanket over the two of us, but i didn’t. i let her spill her guts and her guilt and i acted shocked at all the right moments, like this was news to me. sometimes i hate myself utterly and completely
» Posted By Abigail W On 02.09.2014 @ 4:17 pm
I was now third in line, which was terrfying and exciting like most new in life are. the girl in front of me was crying, i wanted to comfort her even though i didn’t know her, i mean i didn’t even think she was pretty, i just knew how she was feeling. i wish i could cry.
» Posted By Abigail W On 02.07.2014 @ 6:32 pm
i remember thinking her hair must feel like taffy, but of course i would never know if that was true. And looking back on it now, having felt a mulititdue of womens hair, i do doubt that hers had the sticky elasticity of my favorite summer time treat.
» Posted By Abigail W On 01.24.2014 @ 1:42 pm
She was a Chicago native with a California twist, and when she smiled I swear to god I was transported back to the Ohio river valley, which is a werid but nice place to be transported. With her big mouth and know it all brain she was a mix betweem new york city and washington d.c
» Posted By Abigail W On 01.23.2014 @ 8:51 am
she had an assuming stare. she looked and you felt as if you were being publically judged. i instantly felt bad for any family she might have. with her all knowing snotty glare i gathered that she was a generally unhappy person who accepted her own mistakes by comparing them to other’s. i had seen her smile and was generally terrified of it.
» Posted By Abigail W On 12.28.2013 @ 11:07 am
“A quest” he thought. “A stupid, long drawn out journey. i am not doing this. i don’t believe in true love, i don’t want a princess, and i don’t do dragons. if this crazy, bizarre old man thinks i am going on an adventure with him, he is even crazier and more stupid than i thought. i’m not even a knight.” That’s what he thought. What he said was “Sure, yeah, sounds…exciting”
» Posted By Abigail W On 12.23.2013 @ 7:12 pm
Coma’s are hard becuase the person is alive but they aren’t. Coma’s are a breeding ground for unessary hope and it kills reality. Whether we like it or not reality is the only truth we have and we shouldn’t screw with it.
» Posted By Abigail W On 12.22.2013 @ 11:18 am
If i left right now my life would change drastically. I’m not sure if i’m okay with that
If i stay right where i am for now, for life, not much would change-ever. I’m not sure if i’m okay with that.
so there is middle ground. staying isn’t a compromise neither is leaving. Welcome to a little town called screwed
» Posted By Abigail W On 12.20.2013 @ 5:55 pm
And I was derailed. In all honesty the whole derailing, my life falling apart thing had probably happened a long time ago. the shock was just hitting me now. I didn’t have a job, I didn’t have an adorable apartment with a view, i didn’t have a best friend, what i did have was a mild drinking problem and rent due tomorrow to an apartment i don’t remember ever renting.
» Posted By Abigail W On 12.18.2013 @ 3:16 pm
She was upset. She was angry in a flawless kind of way. In some distant sense it was crazy and daring of her to go into that house. Sure they commissioned a family portarit and she was known for her skill with a brush, but the overal audacity of that woman hiring her was mindblowing. She made her mind up then that she would have to do it. She would go in there and paint her ass off, and it was going to be the best portrait ever, so good that she couldn’t help but hang it in their hidious family room. Every time he saw it, every time, he would think of her, she was willing to bet on that.
» Posted By Abigail W On 12.16.2013 @ 5:32 pm
And there it sat, the wreath was seemingly inocent. It was inmobile and quiet, acting like it didn’t just tear apart a family like a piece of flimsy paper. You’d have thought it was monopoly the way it could rip relationships to shreads and then have a mask of sweetness, like an evil child. I glared at it, my family screaming at each other. It almost felt like I was in a huricane of angry voices and spit.
» Posted By Abigail W On 12.15.2013 @ 5:45 pm
And there it sat, the wreath was seemingly inocent. It was inmobile and quiet, acting like it didn’t just tear apart a family like a piece of flimsy paper. You’d have thought it was monopoly the way it could rip relationships to shreads and then have a mask of sweetness, like an evil child.
» Posted By Abigail W On 12.15.2013 @ 5:44 pm
In his entirety he was nothing. boring. a blob of a man. he was the worst kind of boring becuase he found him self very stimulating and loved the monotone sound his voice made. He found his every thought interesting and found the needed to share them constatnly. So say the least most of his shared opionions were pointless and the rest served the purpose of putting his listeners to sleep.
» Posted By Abigail W On 12.14.2013 @ 1:11 pm
my hair, the sky, the shirt currently on my body. its a trend thats annoying and will quickly go out of style, like most things in this world. my children will see pictures and make fun of me when am old and gray, instead of brown to blonde like it is now
» Posted By Abigail W On 12.13.2013 @ 5:42 pm
that’s what this is
it isn’t full of love
or even really affection
it’s a well oiled machine
i don’t care to look at
» Posted By Abigail W On 12.09.2013 @ 3:31 pm
in another part of the city, Ruby was just getting dressed. she ignored the sleeping man next to hear mostly becuase she couldn’t remember his name. For once she wasn’t running late to work, maybe she could get a starbucks? Pick up that bag she saw in that window on fourth? After that she could stop by joe’s newstand and still only be thiry minuets late to work. She moved silently, no way was she having an awkward conversation with Mr. Morning Breath, who currently was taking up 90% of the bed.
» Posted By Abigail W On 12.08.2013 @ 5:23 pm
there is a hole, right where you should be,and believe me i know this sounds like a middle school love poem you’ve read over and over again. but it isn’t. i’m not crying or blaming you or talking about how and why everything went wrong. i’m stating a fact. there is a hole where you should be, the hole is in my heart, and at the table, and in the seat next to me at that run down little theater that we watch rocky horror at. the hole is everywhere. i could state other facts if that makes you more comfertable, it is night right now. i have brown eyes. Elephants have excellent memories. Penguins mate for life. see? I’m healthy.
» Posted By Abigail W On 12.12.2013 @ 3:32 pm
She looked west. It was dark and gloomy. East was much brighter. Still she wanted to go west, even with the bleak outlook, the limited hope, the disgusting gray brown color, that is exactly where she wanted to be.
» Posted By Abigail W On 11.05.2013 @ 5:21 am
He walked to the door, the bottoms of his feet bouncing, his pompous manner very evident. He had no idea of the day or really life that was awaiting him, all he had to do was ring the doorbell. When he saw her, he thought she was beautiful, beautiful and reckless, when she saw him she thought he needed a drink.
» Posted By Abigail W On 02.07.2013 @ 2:22 pm
a blank wall. it had seen so many secrets, so many lies. Yet it never told anyone of the terrible things it had seen. if we, dear reader could peer into the wall memories we would see many dysfunctional lies and things that shock you, they did shock me.
» Posted By Abigail W On 02.03.2013 @ 11:55 am
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When I woke up I didn’t think I would be knee deep in a murder with blood on my hands. Then again, I didn’t think I would eat three day old McDonalds for breakfast either.
» Posted By Abigail W On 02.02.2013 @ 5:51 pm