Comments Posted By Britty
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Never forget to say I love you.
» Posted By Britty On 09.30.2014 @ 6:18 am
Aren’t we all just a little bit deranged? In some way or another. There’s that twitch in our stare and how we obsessively post and stalk. The internet…
» Posted By Britty On 03.11.2014 @ 6:43 am
» Posted By Britty On 10.27.2013 @ 1:25 pm
Pulling me down to the core of the Earth. Tatted into my skin and unable to release. We all have an anchor in our lives. Mine will be the end of me.
» Posted By Britty On 04.11.2013 @ 1:01 pm
Once you’ve reached the bottom of the barrel, you cannot escape its structure alone. Trapped inside you must call, and reach for a helping hand with no hesitation. Then you will be free.
» Posted By Britty On 01.02.2013 @ 9:10 am
All of my actions and attempts have made me sure that I am no better than he…
I’ve stooped to his level
I’ve shot that low blow
I feel no better
Than you’d like to know
» Posted By Britty On 12.31.2012 @ 9:38 am
That boastful little devil. Four digital spaces of death. Laying my eyes upon it once more, just in case… That damn clock presented each number viciously. Mocking me all night long, and tracking my sleep deprivation once again.
» Posted By Britty On 12.11.2012 @ 1:26 am
Every attempt to pay close attention to the way I have presented myself to the endless number of people I’ve encountered this semester has failed. Still that cowering shy girl. Will the new year present me with new found bravery and confidence?
» Posted By Britty On 12.11.2012 @ 1:24 am
The news was presented to me in such a way that drove me completely mad. Lying on the floor staring up at the ceiling. Tearing up with each word that slowly came out of my mouth. The first emotion was disappointment, rejection, and fear unattainable dreams… the second: shock and joy.
» Posted By Britty On 12.11.2012 @ 1:22 am
In a universe so large, Earth is merely an object being tossed around in organized chaos. Not paying any more attention to us than another planet, star or being…
» Posted By Britty On 12.03.2012 @ 10:55 am
Saying I’m stressed for finals would be the biggest understatement of the year.
» Posted By Britty On 11.28.2012 @ 7:27 am
Coffee and spices fill the air as I type away at my mac. Typing and typing, sipping and sipping. Quiet chatter in the back. Warm chair. Cold windows. The local coffee shop inspires every inch of my being to be… me.
» Posted By Britty On 11.26.2012 @ 1:54 pm
Funny how todays word coincides with the current thought of changing my area of study. Maybe it’s a sign to do something about it.
» Posted By Britty On 11.07.2012 @ 7:24 pm
I want to feel your presence so badly. I search for signs everywhere I go. I close my eyes and try to just feel. Why is it that she can feel it? Are you purposefully isolating me? Or does she really need it more? Help me understand.
» Posted By Britty On 11.01.2012 @ 9:11 am
If I could bury my head ten feet into the sand right now, it would happen.
That horrible sinking feeling in your chest.
Spreading to every inch of your body.
Like gravity pulling you down with all its might.
» Posted By Britty On 10.15.2012 @ 1:19 pm
all the signs are pointing me to the right choices… signs that im wrong. signs that i will be okay are there too. i know there is hope, i just can’t see it yet.
» Posted By Britty On 10.01.2012 @ 9:25 pm
I enjoying flexing my brain muscles more than any other muscle on my tiny body.
It’s rejuvenating & although I’m not as strong as I would like to be, I know I can hold my own in a conversation.
» Posted By Britty On 09.07.2012 @ 8:24 pm
Human beings can never decide what they really want. Never can they easily distinguish between want and need. It takes effort to wake yourself up and realize when you want something for all the wrong reasons. What a great fault.
» Posted By Britty On 08.15.2012 @ 10:09 am
It all feels like a damn trap. In the least depressing way possible, I try to express my feeling for the things that happen to me. I understand everything has a reason… but I can’t help but wish some things never did. From the beginning, there was no escape.
» Posted By Britty On 08.01.2012 @ 2:03 pm
Raising her hands in triumph, the new mayor was all but excited. With a secret agenda and all fans cheering, ready for the change they’ve been waiting for… little did they know what really was in store.
» Posted By Britty On 06.15.2012 @ 11:56 am
Her blue eyes glistened as she stared at the stained glass window in the cathedral. Struck with pure amazement she took a step back for a better view and tripped right over a handsome 20-something man’s foot.
» Posted By Britty On 06.14.2012 @ 8:33 pm
Architecture. The written word holds its own special architecture. The sound of the word rolling off the tongue just so… as if crafted that way
» Posted By Britty On 05.29.2012 @ 2:51 pm
Leading to what it was always intended for. Nobody really sees it but me. How can I expect you to understand it when you haven’t known all along. Leading to it’s true purpose. Cumulating to its highest point.
» Posted By Britty On 05.25.2012 @ 7:00 pm
Some here. Some there. Blue, green, red, purple, even black! All over the blank canvas. Abstract as she wanted, Amanda took a step back at her creation. Three year old Jonathon walks over and yells “splash!” Exactly what she was thinking.
» Posted By Britty On 03.29.2012 @ 6:03 pm
If I could capture this feeling and remove it from my heart… I would. If I could grab it, throw it on the ground and stomp on it. Set it on fire. Pray to never see or feel it again. How do I extract such a core emotion of this “era” ?
» Posted By Britty On 03.29.2012 @ 10:14 am
how much longer am I allowed to run away from my problems before they capture me? I’m cutting it so close. Each time the stakes get high or problems arise I sprint as fast as I can. Close my eyes and just sprint. What will help me stand in place next time?
» Posted By Britty On 03.28.2012 @ 2:20 pm
Perhaps the most stereotypical thing she felt was lost. The photo showed it all. Her blank stare into the camera told a million stories. Her emotion had been captured perfectly. Her true emotion on her wedding day was something she had hoped to keep hidden.
» Posted By Britty On 03.28.2012 @ 12:26 pm
The young girl looked up to the setting sun. Knowing she had only minutes before all the excitement would begin, she stood up and walked over near the bushes. “Hello firefly” she whispered as it landed on her finger. She admired it and let it drop into her mason jar in the soft summer grass.
» Posted By Britty On 03.27.2012 @ 1:11 pm
I try to write with compassion
But lately the words feel locked up inside of me.
My mind is pre-occupied with showing love and compassion to my loved one
I’ve lost my magic touch
» Posted By Britty On 10.13.2011 @ 12:16 pm
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The trouble with girls is they’re a mystery. I love scotty mccreery. I don’t feel like writing much today.
» Posted By Britty On 10.08.2011 @ 11:19 am