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I went to the movies with him and I crued, he laughed we were sitting in the back row and j couldn’t stop kissing him. I know someone who have a blowjob in the movie theater but I’ve always been too scared / to grossed out to do that. the last time I went to the movies was on new years day with my two best friends. they broke up a few months ago. now Vincent doesn’t talk to Charlotte or Me. I never have money for this kind of thing, I guess that’s why I never go. that or I have better things to do. you can’t talk to people in a movie theater. you can’t smoke cigarettes in a movie theater
» Posted By Genevieve On 09.29.2015 @ 3:20 pm
I was told once that almost every word I’ll ever know was derived from latin roots.
This always confused me because Latin is a dead language.
But if most words I’ll know come from latin…how did it die?
» Posted By Genevieve On 08.11.2015 @ 8:12 pm
It was buzzing like a chainsaw. So damn loud, I thought my ears were going to quit working. Why was it so loud? Why couldn’t it be quiet? Why why why. If I were going to die, at least I should be able to die quietly.
» Posted By Genevieve On 07.05.2015 @ 2:19 pm
with their harsh white lab coats and stark faces, glistening with sweat and hope, they prodded at Jell’s mind. Their hands were cold and smelled like antibacterial soap, a scent which Jell now associated with death.
» Posted By Genevieve On 03.02.2015 @ 7:47 pm
The bracelet glittered on her wrist but snagged her skin as she yanked it off. SHe flexed her quivering fingers before resting them lightly on the keys. Her mind was suddenly filled with the pulsing of her heart, overriding common sense.
» Posted By Genevieve On 02.19.2015 @ 2:11 pm
Through and through it’s all the same. All the glitter, all the pain. Ever wonder bout yourself ever dream of something else. Theres not much to say the least theres a beauty theres a beast
» Posted By Genevieve On 02.16.2015 @ 3:54 pm
Summer camp was always an escape for me. I became a dfiferent person- even used a different name, Jenna. Jennifer seemed to uptight for SUmmer Me. Summer me was daring and adventurous and the first to try anything. While at first it seemed fun, it soon got out of hand. Soon Jenna had a reputation- and a bad one at that.
» Posted By Genevieve On 02.15.2015 @ 9:59 am
I have loved piano since the day my finger found the keys. The rhythmic roll of sound it produces never ceases to amaze me. When I really immerse myself in a song, it’s the most amazing feeling. My fingers pound across the keys and I feel powerful.
» Posted By Genevieve On 02.06.2015 @ 7:10 pm
He watched her as she slept, the way her eyelids fluttered and her lips were parted. A sugar-induced sleep looked good on her. He ran one hand gently through her tangled blonde locks, trusting her to not wake.
» Posted By Genevieve On 01.25.2015 @ 9:33 am
She studied him with an expression that was a mix of distaste and curiosity, her brows knit together.
“What’s your name?” she asked. He didn’t think it was a question so much as a command.
“Billy,” he replied, “Billy Wiggs.”
» Posted By Genevieve On 01.23.2015 @ 2:46 pm
SHe glared down at the shaking figure with heavily-lidded, bloodshot eyes. Her ruby-stained lips pursed. “I am not happy,” she said, her voice clear and strong, “I am not happy at all. In fact, I am ac-curse-ed.”
» Posted By Genevieve On 01.19.2015 @ 7:48 pm
AT first glance, she was charmed. Enchanted even. His light smile and warm eyes took her off gaurd. At first glance, he was intrigued. The sly smile and those entrancing eyes were mysterious and intoxicating. Soon,
» Posted By Genevieve On 12.28.2014 @ 9:56 am
the stylist fixed my hair with ribbons and bows. blue, she said, complimented my blonde hair. i dont know much about colors, so i agreed with her. she had a smile that was too big for her face.
» Posted By Genevieve On 08.15.2014 @ 3:44 pm
Every cloud has a silver lining, they say. well, I’m still looking for mine. It’s dark and cold out and I’m tired and I’ve never felt so alone. Drunk and empty, is this all my life has amounted to? Is this really all I am?
» Posted By Genevieve On 08.08.2014 @ 1:12 pm
I stepped into the small, cramped area of the metro train. I looked around and found a strange woman dressed in a trench coat staring at me with a look of shock and disbelief. I took a seat near the door and tried to start reading, however I couldn’t focus with her staring at me. After, I got off the train I finally figured out where I had seen her before, in pictures on my father’s mantle, a face I had never seen in person. My mother.
» Posted By Genevieve On 08.07.2014 @ 2:46 pm
Rain streaks thew indowpain, making it blurry wiht heaven’s tears. I can’t see outside, and for that, I’m grateful, so I don’t have to look at the monsters faces any longer. Their cold silver eyes still shine though, visible in the fractured moonlight.
» Posted By Genevieve On 07.23.2014 @ 1:44 pm
Young. Childish> “Teenagers always think they are invincible” they say, smirks overcoming their faces. Immature. But in a way, are we not? Those long, endless nights under the stars, the moon shining down like a spotlight, is there not some magical part of us that is a little immortal?
» Posted By Genevieve On 03.04.2014 @ 8:38 am
Sometimes I think about the scale of the world, and how we could just be an inch-sized galaxy in proportion to the infinity beyond us. It really sets thing into perspective.
» Posted By Genevieve On 10.12.2013 @ 8:34 am
I step out of the shower, blonde hair tousled together in wet bundles, hanging down my back and dripping onto the floor. I wrap it up tight with a red towel ridden with little rips and holes. I can hear my roomates just outside the door, making breakfast, laughing, getting ready for the day. I wait a moment before turning the fan on, basking in the warmth of the steam wrapped around my naked body. Once that is gone, winter is back around me.
» Posted By Genevieve On 09.24.2013 @ 7:41 pm
the right one is about the finding the right mix at the right time with all the openness one can have. It must just feel right and at times it might in the first part but it does somewhere. Accept. Be fresh. Live with it.
» Posted By Genevieve On 07.12.2013 @ 7:39 am
She was well-considered a delight about her town. Ribbons, horses, and doing what she was told- that was her forte. She was disdainful towards the sort of hooligans that populated her age group- but not disdainful enough to be labled as a gossip. The adults were simply enchanted by her, while her fellow, if not more rebellious, classmates and aqauntices mocked her obedience, and envied the praise she recieved for it.
» Posted By Genevieve On 07.09.2013 @ 10:15 am
There is no sun that shines within you. Instead, thee is a dark, barren land where the friendless go to lose themselves. The air smells like dead fish.
» Posted By Genevieve On 06.01.2013 @ 7:54 am
The deserted wasteland lay still and silent. Not even the birds seemed welcome there. Despite the round white sun hovering above, the land seemed gray. It would be easy, too easy, to lose yourself in the landscape and never come back.
» Posted By Genevieve On 06.01.2013 @ 7:50 am
Blue blouse, light material, pale skin. 27 freckles in varying shades of lightest brown.
» Posted By Genevieve On 05.15.2013 @ 11:39 am
i electrocute myself sometimes. I think of all the love I have given and it stings me sometimes like a shock that goes through my spine. I have a purpose out here, but it hasn’t revealed itself yet. I want to electrocute myself into consciousness so I am always happy, always knowing of my purpose in this life.
» Posted By Genevieve On 04.26.2013 @ 12:15 pm
Kept together in a neat little pair by the door
The only thing you bring with you each day
As you greet the world’s next filthy adventure
» Posted By Genevieve On 03.23.2013 @ 5:57 pm
Fear nothing but your own failings
A short shitty poem is
not aided by its meandering
plot and inconsistent grammar.
Mystery is tricky, and it’s best left
To those who are better than you.
» Posted By Genevieve On 03.21.2013 @ 6:00 pm
I am startled. I can’t help but put that word first. Well, third. I struggle not to cliche–is that even a verb? And I continually revise the sentence, what grammatical construction should that question be in? I second guess and second guess. Am I even allowed to freely do anything or is the negativity of my neural pathways gaining strength and solidity–like the dark side taking root in my mind. How much longer? Am I even ready? This is getting far too meta and far too out of hand. In fact, I shouldn’t even be using the phrase “far too”. Rules and rules, I only hold myself back. Same old story of my life. Same old–
» Posted By Genevieve On 02.25.2013 @ 4:35 pm
Mediocrity is a slow numb death.
Keep plodding along at such a slow pace
And pretty soon you’ll have nothing left.
With no one to love you, notice your changes
You’ll fade as the lines eat at your face.
Try to hold on ’til your fate rearranges.
» Posted By Genevieve On 01.31.2013 @ 7:04 pm
Back To Stats Page
Can’t we think of anything more clever?
Originality is not our flavor of love.
It’s all been done and said before,
So why not make use of old words?
They serve us well, remind us
We’re creating something
Beautiful, not something new.
» Posted By Genevieve On 01.29.2013 @ 9:58 pm