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scooter

Oh that’s a neat little thing that a scooter. I like them red, going into the small paved streets of Italy in particular. They give you a feeling of freedom. They have a scent of holidays to them. They let you go wild in the small mountain roads of Corsica. They’re all good to you.

» Posted By Clara On 05.06.2016 @ 3:40 am

pan

No quiero escribir nada acerca del pan. Usualmente lo relaciono ocn algo agradable, el calor del hogar. Pero últimamente lo primero en lo que pienso es en carbohidratos y cosas innecesarias. Ya comi dos hoy y eso es mas que suficiente.

» Posted By Clara On 03.15.2016 @ 8:54 pm

spectrum

A spectrum (plural spectra or spectrums) is a condition that is not limited to a specific set of values but can vary infinitely within a continuum. The word was first used scientifically within the field of optics to describe the rainbow of colors in visible light when separated using a prism. As scientific understanding of light advanced, it came to apply to the entire electromagnetic spectrum. Spectrum has since been applied by analogy to topics outside of optics.

» Posted By Clara On 02.01.2016 @ 2:58 pm

brave

Heart as big as the sky, courage as loud as a lion. Little shy steps that nevertheless go foward.

» Posted By Clara On 08.05.2015 @ 4:36 pm

headband

He ripped the headband of me in a single movement. All of the sudden he carries me and I am pushed against the table. My legs are wrapped around his. Our lips are inches apart. I can already taste him. It begins. We start kissing slowly but it changes. I am hungry for him. We continue kissing it feels as if our lips are oxygen, our lives depend on it.

» Posted By Clara On 12.08.2014 @ 6:47 pm

centerpiece

The centerpiece of someones house is what gives of impression of who the person is as a person, when you eneter someones house the most prominent insignificant thing is the centerpiece. The superciality of it defines yourself to someone by this simple object uncounsiously.

» Posted By Clara On 11.21.2014 @ 1:46 pm

gust

A gust of wind slammed the windows shut and opened them again and again, trapping the scared children in nothing but loud noises and terror. They didn’t dare look up, fearing what was going on above them. Their teacher told them about it in school. They remembered every word, heard them ringing in their ears.

» Posted By Clara On 08.25.2014 @ 5:19 pm

worn

She was worn down. Tired. Tired of everything, really, but also tired of nothing. Tired of being her. Like a word you say over and over and over in your head, it loses meaning, gets worn down to nothing. Like a cocky woodworker, shaving too much off on the lathe and ending up with nothing but a frail stick that breaks when you hold it too tightly. Worn down. Broken.

» Posted By Clara On 08.24.2014 @ 5:56 pm

pleading

she closed her eyes and clenched her fists over the rope. this was it. she begged the gods for mercy. anything. she would give anything if they would let her live. her grip on the rope slid. she grasped harder with her sweaty palms.

» Posted By clara On 08.22.2014 @ 11:20 pm

she begged for her life as the knife slipped towards her throat. he did not move, she looked him in the eyes and saw this. her demise was a fact. she closed her eyes and prayes. a yell cut off from above her. it was her partner. cutting the man down. he fell in apile and bled over the wood floor.

» Posted By clara On 08.22.2014 @ 11:18 pm

trooper

He was a super trooper to me, the best of the whole dreary bunch. Sparkling blue eyes and the warmest smile like a whole bunch of summer sun descending upon my face. Of course my heart leapt at this and my conviction of his interest was consolidated. In the back of my mind i know everyone receives just the same smile, but i’ll leave this thought alone for now and deal with it later

» Posted By Clara On 01.13.2014 @ 10:37 am

assuming

“Then why were you all over her?!” se accused him giving him a death glare.

“What are you talking about?” he waws completely confused on what she was accusing him of, he didn’t remeber doing anything wrong.

“don’t think that you can play me for a fool i saw you all over that girl in the park today” She was reeeling from the fact that he was deciding to play dumb.

“Who?” he was getting angry now, “My sister?!” there was a second silence as the girl realized her mistake.

» Posted By Clara On 12.28.2013 @ 6:43 am

beforehand

i cannot seem to work this site
the only word that comes up is beforehand
how can i change the word?

» Posted By Clara On 12.25.2013 @ 7:23 pm

i used to think beforehand
it’s been a while
since i think at all

» Posted By Clara On 12.25.2013 @ 7:06 pm

colonel

Colonel. What a strange word. And what a strange person to have such a fitting title. Neither make sense. The word and the man it belongs to. He contradicts himself, much like colonel does. It should sound one way, but sounds the opposite. How could this be?

» Posted By Clara On 12.11.2013 @ 5:49 pm

date

Today’s the day. The twelfth.
I walked up the steps to the graveyard, like I did every year on this day. Slowly, heavily.

» Posted By Clara On 10.13.2013 @ 3:39 am

pines

The pine tree was all I could see from my bedroom window. That and the stars. I used to sit up in bed and dream about anything and everything. Because it all seemed so possible, when nothing but stars and the silhouette of a tall tree, that stood in the distance was there to cloud my vision.

» Posted By Clara On 10.08.2013 @ 12:22 pm

gallery

He was not one to be fond of art galleries, but she made them interesting. She would point out every interesting and symbolic aspect to him, and suddenly it all made sense. He never understood them on his own, but with her, art galleries made sense.

» Posted By Clara On 10.06.2013 @ 9:11 am

hoping

She was hoping, no, she was lusting, that someone would see her misery. She longed for that more than any tangible thing anyone could possibly offer. And they offered plenty, her being a princess. But all she wanted was to be seen, fully and clearly, as humans all want to be seen.

» Posted By Clara On 10.04.2013 @ 11:11 am

hell

i’m just thinking to myself..this could be heaven or this could be..

» Posted By Clara On 09.22.2013 @ 1:01 pm

montage

a montage of pictures
it shows my mom and my dad
it shows my first born little brother
it shows my second born little borther
my grade school
my highschool
my fears
my joys
my good memories
the bad ones
the ones i pretend don’t exist
the ones i make up

» Posted By clara On 06.06.2013 @ 5:46 pm

sentenced

sentence. i don’t let sentences

» Posted By clara On 02.28.2013 @ 5:22 pm

claims

I claim to be free! I have the right to breeze and live happy and safe the rest of my life. Who are this men who pretend to take everything from me? You’ll se, i’ll show the world what I can do and claim my freedom!

» Posted By Clara On 02.07.2013 @ 7:44 am

cry

When my parents are nice to me, I cry. When my parents are mean to me, I cry. When my parents ignore me, I cry.

I feel like I grew out of this house like it’s a favorite old sweater– but I keep trying to wear it, no matter how itchy and uncomfortable it is–

» Posted By Clara On 01.11.2013 @ 12:38 pm

shows

i love shows. my favourite is Victorious and i am crazy about my otp. it’s bade and elavan in real life. lord save my soul please. Liz gillies is so perfect help! ARGHGHHGHG seriously how is someone this fabulous!? OMG OMG I have Tumblr and i reblog lots of bade/elavan and i love Liz’s You Don’t Know Me it’s awesome. Can’t believe she wrote it too! Talented!!! ARGHGH

» Posted By clara On 12.27.2012 @ 8:25 pm

fire

O fogo consumia tudo, as chamas deixavam apenas as cinzas ao seu redor, em meio a tudo isso, encontrava-se uma garota, a feiticeira, ela controlava os dragões, mas não o fogo, o fogo que agora a destruía.

» Posted By Clara On 12.26.2012 @ 8:19 am

past

No passado as pessoas viviam suas vidas livremente e tinham costumes diferentes dos que existem atualmente. Se eu gostaria de voltar ao passado? Acho que a pergunta certa seria se alguém NÃO gostaria? Muitos gostariam de mudar decisões, escolhas ou até mesmo

» Posted By Clara On 11.28.2012 @ 3:36 pm

presence

how one presents onself

» Posted By clara On 11.01.2012 @ 7:02 am

ancient

Así llamo a mis papas. Es una palabra que me gusta y la considero aplicable a todo. No es necesario encontrarme frente a una estatua China para usarla; es un gran adjetivo para decorar mi hablar.

That’s how I call my parents. It’s a word I like and consider it applicable to everything. It’s not necessary to be standing in front of a Chinese statue to use it; it’s a great adjetive to decorate my speak.

» Posted By Clara On 02.10.2013 @ 10:01 am

solution

The GRE’s are in ten days, and my study book has been opened twice. The page still stick together. My future lies in a closed book? Perhaps there is some meaning in that metaphor.

» Posted By Clara On 10.23.2012 @ 6:10 pm

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