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the guitar iwas strung with golden strings. the strings were thousands of year old and it is said they were made from angels wings. The guitar was originally from China.

» Posted By Flora On 06.16.2013 @ 6:10 pm


i think i’m a rather simple person. I just want to live a good happy life under the sun with the person i love and someone who loves me too. I want this person to be a guy and an amazing person who I love. He treats me well and is a great person. I don’t know if there’s such thing as the right guy. How do you know though? There are so many guys out there and so many options. Guys are so shy and timid nowadays. The ones who aren’t are

» Posted By flora On 12.06.2012 @ 4:17 am


Trial. challenge. fear. success. hope. intensity.
I do believe through trial there are mistakes, but through mistakes there are also lessons. Chances. tries.

» Posted By Flora On 09.21.2012 @ 7:19 pm


A chain can’t be formed by yourself or with one, single thing. Otherwise, it isn’t called a chain. It’s a link of either ideas, objects etc. to make up a chain. Constant, together and united as one in the end.

» Posted By Flora On 08.25.2012 @ 7:02 pm


Side is always on the surface. Sides are surrounding whatever is in the center or within it. Even one side acts like a wall, protecting whatever stands by.

» Posted By Flora On 08.23.2012 @ 5:58 pm


Half is somewhat incomplete. It’s all about perspective. Two is usually the one, meaning two halfs makes a whole.

» Posted By Flora On 08.21.2012 @ 5:41 pm


Comfort is found within ourselves. Some may depend on others or things for it, but when it comes down to that feeling; it takes all you have to let yourself calm your soul and let your heart feel at ease.

» Posted By Flora On 08.20.2012 @ 5:17 pm


Concept leads to planning. Reasoning. There’s always a concept behind things, or so I think as of this moment. There’s a process, and it’s a never ending plan through life.

» Posted By Flora On 08.12.2012 @ 6:36 pm


The seconds tick by, you just can’t understand why you were there it takes too long. The time is like an age. But it is only for an hour and a half. It wasn’t my fault, not really. I didn’t mean to. It was my best friends problem really, he made me do it. Why couldn’t they see that? Yet it was I that got the rap.

» Posted By flora On 07.06.2012 @ 2:12 pm


A minute feels like an hour, a day, forever waiting on you. I can’t stand your silence, break it or i’ll break. This is why missing hurts, this is how much I care because it shows through my patience.

» Posted By Flora On 06.22.2012 @ 6:19 pm


gourmet food. the way i eat is unpresidented. i don’t understand why i have to eat so much even though i am full. is it me tring to fullfill my lifes emptyness or just my way of coping with each hunger i have to find the one that will be mine forever. tell me the truth. gourmet. it has both me and u in there.

» Posted By Flora On 03.11.2012 @ 12:41 am


I want some one to care
to love
to understand
to want me
but I don’t think that’ll ever happen
seeing that I’m nothing
copared to the other girls
I want to be loved
I want me
I wannt love me myself
But I can’t
I’m not good at anything I do
or say
I can’t make anyone proud
oor keep any friends
I have no idea why

» Posted By Flora On 08.19.2011 @ 8:02 pm


Used and abused by cheerleaders and overexcited politicians. But their purpose is pure: the human voice is important, make it heard.

» Posted By flora On 07.19.2011 @ 2:01 pm


i like movies. i watch them. “film” sounds so much more sophisticated. currently, i am watching into the wild. it’s pretty good.

i’m sleepy.
and tired.

» Posted By flora On 06.21.2009 @ 4:08 am


i assume you know what the word “assume” means. i assume you know what colour the sky is. i assume you love life, because you should. i assume you’re happy. i assume you know how i feel.

» Posted By flora On 08.26.2009 @ 9:41 pm


There’s one thing I would like to throw out the window right now, and I can’t pick a better thing than myself. Sometimes I want to die, but I stop myself because I know people care about me. It’s only that one fact that stops me. If I knew that nobody would be affected by my death, I don’t see what would stop me.
I’m not even sure why I’m so fascinated with the thought of dying, anyhow. It’s not like everybody wants to die; although I’ve heard that many people consider suicide at some point in their lives.
On another note, I want to learn how to throw a baseball.

» Posted By Flora On 09.02.2008 @ 11:03 pm


the dial on the remote control was not working at all. I became very frustrated a I tried to press firmly on it.dddddddddddddddddddddd

» Posted By Flora On 12.10.2009 @ 5:16 pm


i don’t like modern music as much as the 60’s music

» Posted By flora On 12.27.2009 @ 8:09 am


Hold. Like a fermata. Just hold the note, hold everything, hold it, hold me in your arms. It’s got this romantic feeling, this loveliness, this wholesomeness. Just holding something, just holding. Holding an object. Hold. Putting a call on hold. Putting your everything on the line. Your job on the line. Do it for love. Hold,

» Posted By Flora On 03.05.2010 @ 6:11 pm


Hit. I thought you already hit the ball but it’s still in the air and you are experiencing the moment before. It’s in the air and you are experiencing the thickness of air. You are experiencing the delicacy of time. You are extraordinary in that you can see slowness, that you can hear it, feel it, live life slower than other people. Why do people say slow is bad? How can a person exist without slow?

» Posted By flora On 03.09.2010 @ 10:40 pm


If I worked harder, I’d be a better person, something about making something, making progress, moving forward. Why does life have to be hard? Why do people feel like the only way to be happy is to be weighed down by tasks and objects, hard work and hard money, more stuff to complicate the softness of existence. My idea of what I’d rather, is to play all the time, be a kid again, run around and shout and laugh.

» Posted By flora On 03.11.2010 @ 12:05 pm


The roots in my hair are brown and the rest of my hair is brown because I’m trying to get down to my roots, trying to be myself, trying to figure who myself is. I think if I grow my hair out I’ll be able to look myself in the mirror and see the girl I was when I was a kid, back when I lived at home, back when my family was the only part of me and I wasn’t influenced by anything but the people who generated me. I like the colors and shapes my hair has been but I miss home.

» Posted By flora On 03.15.2010 @ 3:11 pm


she glanced over at the man sitting to her left. it was a cloudy day outside and his reflection was made plain in the smeared window of the bus that lurched from side to side as it ran over the bumps in the road. his face was angry.

» Posted By flora On 01.01.1970 @ 12:00 am

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