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She was lying on the roof, looking up at the stars. She loved being outside, perhaps because she was always kept inside as a child. When she was a child, on the rare occasions she saw her uncle, he would take her outside of the city and they would lie on the hood of his car. He would point out the constellations and she would listen with adoration, absorbing every word he said. One day, he stopped coming around, but her parents didn’t tell her until a couple years later.
It was common knowledge that he had a drinking problem, and one night he got too drunk and decided to drive, and he drove straight into a lamppost.
» Posted By Joan On 10.07.2018 @ 11:12 pm
I need guidance in my personal relationships to keep my heart from being shattered as it was the last time I fell in love and ruled with my heart instead of my head.
» Posted By joan On 02.10.2017 @ 8:43 am
Jury duty sucks. Unfortunately it is part of what sustains our evolved societies and is therefore a necessary evil. One should actually be quite honoured to participate in their duty.
» Posted By Joan On 08.03.2016 @ 2:16 pm
the night was starlit. The gleam in her eyes was breathtaking as I stared into them. Not even the sparkling sky could compare to what I saw there. A world of hope and imagination. A world of endless possibilities. there was no limits or apologizes in those eyes, no regrets or worries; they were pure hope. The stars in the sky seemed to whisper to me and tell me what to do next. They guided my hand to her neck, gently stroking the side of her face with my hand. I tossed a tendrel of hair behind her ear then softly I kissed her. The kiss was everything I was hoping for and everything I needed. It brought courage and fear to me all in one big wave of emotion and feelings.
» Posted By Joan On 02.05.2014 @ 4:34 pm
My frustration with this website is derived from the fact that it simply doesn’t work worth a crap. This is the third time I’ve tried to post about “derived” and I still can’t post a bloody haiku. Derive that, dude.
» Posted By Joan On 07.10.2013 @ 1:06 pm
Casting is a word that is used to describe the action that someone makes when they are fishing and they throw a line out in the water for fish. It is also used by witches when they place spells and it also used by directors when choosing actors for a movie.
» Posted By Joan On 05.21.2013 @ 6:38 pm
behind the ears
» Posted By joan On 05.09.2013 @ 10:31 pm
duhdshddjsffgdfufgufhuhfdfhfgsffkdjhffdfjdhffupihfuhefpfh i am doing well and i am going to take that thing to the other side so please be very carefull of what you do so that we can be taken to to that place where we were also told that we will be okay bye
» Posted By joan On 03.15.2013 @ 1:45 pm
Her face. How could something so.. sad be so so incredibly beautiful? Her nose, her eyes, her mouth, her cheekbones. not perfectly symmetrical, but breathtaking nonetheless
» Posted By Joan On 01.31.2013 @ 12:44 pm
DESTROY!!!!! my little daughter smashes her just-built-castle with her teddy bear. It crumbles together. Is this an act of violence? is this normal and ok? let me destroy my worries and just enjoy this phase.
» Posted By Joan On 01.20.2013 @ 2:03 am
Your house has to feel safe and sound. It needs to be homy, and cosy, and above all you need to be able to be free.
» Posted By Joan On 01.18.2013 @ 1:51 pm
I’m sweeping the ashes around the fireplace from the floor, because it was lit all afternoon.
» Posted By Joan On 01.17.2013 @ 3:47 am
Aaaaargh I know I can fit into it, just pull a little bit harder on the zipper! Come on, work with me here stupid dress, you’re perfect! I simply have to wear you tonight! Okaaaay come on, just a little bit more.. oh crap.. well there it goes. I swear it must have shrunk in the washer. It definitely is my size.
» Posted By Joan On 01.15.2013 @ 1:39 pm
The writing is easy. The words sort of flow out of your pen. And until 5 minutes before you have to get up, you feel like you don’t know that anxious feeling people always talk about. But then you have to start talking, and something just doesn’t quite work in your mind. You’re reading it, alright, but you can’t focus and you speak to quickly. And then when you get back to your chair you feel the sweat on your back and feel like you’ve screwed up. But people tell you you did well, so the next time they ask for someone to do their speech, you think: hell, why not, it’s kind of fun. Oh how you regret that later on..
» Posted By Joan On 01.14.2013 @ 12:58 pm
I wish the end of testweek was here already. I’m longing for it. Because the procrastination is killing me. I hate testweek. cr*p i’m going to fail everything. why am I writing here instead of learning my french vocabulairy?
» Posted By Joan On 01.13.2013 @ 12:13 pm
It wil guide you. Wherever you are, you just have to look at it and you’ll be able to find your way back home to me. I love you. Don’t forget me.
» Posted By Joan On 01.13.2013 @ 2:27 am
i try to abstain from it, to be hardcore, but sometimes at night, when i think about all the stuff, all the dead, all the loss, i just cry and i cry and i cry an i cry and the tears won’t stop coming down and i want to stop but i also want to keep going because it feels damn good to finally let loose for a bit.
» Posted By Joan On 01.11.2013 @ 1:54 pm
“Dobby has now master! Dobby is a free elf!”
Remember his death? It was way too sappy in the movie
in the book it was just pure sadness
in the film it was in this beautiful place and blah
why does death always need to made beautiful?
» Posted By Joan On 01.10.2013 @ 2:06 pm
When you look at the world around us, doesn’t that say it all?
I just can’t stand the facade.
» Posted By Joan On 01.09.2013 @ 1:07 pm
Promise me to never tell it. not to anyone. Nobody has to know, alright? It can be our little secret, between you and me. Please promise me. It’s just that important to me. I can’t lose this.
» Posted By Joan On 01.09.2013 @ 6:08 am
When I was younger I thought I knew everything. Now I’m a little bit older but I still don’t know much. But the things I do know I’ve learned from experience. We don’t always like what we learn from it. It hurts hard sometimes. But in the end it is the best teacher.
» Posted By Joan On 01.06.2013 @ 9:52 am
both. two people. we both feel the same. its an insane idea, that two peoples minds can synch up and understand one another, when most of the time i cant understand my own.
» Posted By joan On 12.03.2012 @ 9:50 pm
by loving but conforming parents…is that me or my children?? A higher consciousness is raised by questioning how we are raised by whom and why they did what they did and why continue to do what WE do??
» Posted By Joan On 10.18.2012 @ 4:56 pm
We are together more than ever but he wants to move out. Letting go is hard but it is the only thing that will save us.
» Posted By Joan On 09.17.2012 @ 10:56 pm
all it is is carbon. or is it? fuck. whatever it is it’s here and it’s next to me and it’s lifting my shirt over my head as i try not to blow my smoke in his face.
» Posted By Joan On 08.26.2012 @ 8:25 pm
Tonight was to be an event. He was there in front of me, smiling that uneasy smile, looking for assurance, or a sign that I might change my mind.
He got the latter, my hands shaking on his wrists, staring up at the ceiling, biting my lip, looking sick.
» Posted By Joan On 08.19.2012 @ 9:36 pm
injury ,hurting, something i dont like, pain ,hope, change and living life ,having fun
» Posted By joan On 07.19.2012 @ 6:07 am
A tennis racket. RAckey also sounbds like a place u wuold keep something important or safe. I never really use the word racket but it sounds like an interesting word.
» Posted By Joan On 06.11.2012 @ 10:51 am
My favorite new thing for lunch is pb&j sandwiches. I was somewhat of a pb7j eater as a kid but I’ve rediscovered this amazing lunch time treat. It’s like cake or a cookie, but for lunch. OK so probably not the MOST nutritious but sometimes, when you’re feelin’ down, it hits this spot around noon. The way the fruity tart jelly comingles with that dark earthy peanut flavor (crunchy of course) is pure gastronomical magic.
» Posted By Joan On 06.06.2012 @ 11:37 am
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His cap was brown and dusty. He tipped it to the gentleman standing in the store doorway and went on his way. His cap was a part of him and he didn’t know who he was without it. Tipping his cap was his way of interacting.
» Posted By JOAN On 06.03.2012 @ 11:47 am