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Towers of ivory
Towers of marble
Towers of glass to see through and mock and jeer at the people outside
But people in glass houses shouldn’t throw stone
Towers of privilege
That obscure all reason and logic
Because you shut yourself away a long time ago
» Posted By Juliet Winters On 05.24.2016 @ 2:26 am
Comedy is so subjective.
Some people think British people aren’t funny, which is ridiculous. We just go about it in a less obvious way. It’s hard to tell the difference between cynicism, self-deprecation and jokes that make you cringe…and experiences and words that genuinely hurt.
» Posted By Juliet Winters On 04.25.2016 @ 5:00 am
The spectrum of experience isn’t like light. It isn’t just limited to seven colors along with blackness and whiteness. It isn’t even just limited to ultraviolet or infrared…
How shall I describe it to you?
The spectrum of experience is everything and anything that could ever be thought.
» Posted By Juliet Winters On 02.02.2016 @ 12:23 am
If there’s any venture I’d rather not take it’s the one to find a friend.
Because I know for sure that I’m stuck in my ways. When I’m not with the group of five or six gaggling girls I grew up with through this school, I use passive stares and mimicry to get by.
» Posted By Juliet Winters On 12.10.2015 @ 5:36 pm
‘It’s simple really. A simple malady of the mind that can be tamed.’
‘He’s simple. He doesn’t even know we’re here’
‘Detached. That’s what he is. Detached.’
A simple problem needs a complex solution.
» Posted By Juliet Winters On 10.28.2015 @ 7:04 pm
Life isn’t like technology where you can just recover everything you’ve lost. In life, it takes more time and effort and tears for that. Some of it’s fate, some of it’s just blind luck and some of it is your own fault. But that’s life.
» Posted By Juliet Winters On 07.26.2015 @ 1:11 am
That was all there was. A white picket fence. Except it was more of a light-ish grey now.
“You had one job. One. Job.”
“It was Isabelle! She told me to-”
“You have no idea how serious this is, do you?”
» Posted By Juliet Winters On 07.23.2015 @ 11:55 pm
She didn’t like lying on the cold floorboards, prone and listless. She was about to do the unthinkable.
“Fuck off and come over here. Pick on someone your own size.”
She choked down the bile and blood she was holding in and tasted the tangible silence.
» Posted By Juliet Winters On 07.22.2015 @ 3:11 am
‘I wouldn’t be surprised if there’s nothing of substance in that tiny little brain of yours.’
What am I doing? I’ve put my mouth on autopilot. I’m gazing through my eyes and I see her soul shattering one by one through those eyes. And you know what? I don’t give a fuck anymore. You hear that? See if I care.
» Posted By Juliet Winters On 07.03.2015 @ 10:44 pm
‘You must be mighty proud, having a son like that. To do what he did… shoot, I couldn’t do that. Nobody could but him. Shoot…’
I decided to bite my tongue and not let anyone else know I was listening.
» Posted By Juliet Winters On 06.01.2015 @ 5:46 am
“Okay, so what are our options here?”
“We could stay here and finish off our homework, go to that party tonight or just go home and get yelled at by Carol. Take your pick.”
“Be serious, Cassie.”
» Posted By Juliet Winters On 05.27.2015 @ 5:29 pm
I can’t forget until you forgive me, and I’ll make sure not to. That’s a promise.
We’ve been at this for so long now, back and forth, jumping at throats, everything from petty name calling and harmless pranks to genuinely ruining each others lives and I can’t take this anymore.
This has got to end now.
» Posted By Juliet Winters On 05.27.2015 @ 2:53 am
The mark of true English bred kids. We meet for the first time in five years, there’s an awkward silence and the best possible thing we can think to fill it with? Talking about the weather.
It’s absolutely pouring down and raindrops reflect on the table, my face and his hands.
» Posted By Juliet Winters On 05.25.2015 @ 6:54 pm
The water’s fine, she said. It’s so shallow, she said.
Well, that’s a big sister for you. Now I think I’m drowning.
It’s sort of disembodied, like I’m outside myself and slipping away, the usual hysteria over, and now I’m going to die.
» Posted By Juliet Winters On 05.23.2015 @ 5:51 pm
Snake scales shimmer in the sweltering sun. There’s a still silence as a stealthy slithering snake slips slowly and simply through the sweaty sheen of dewdroped leaves.
» Posted By Juliet Winters On 05.22.2015 @ 5:29 pm
I was playing Chopin’s waltz in C minor when I noticed my little sister.
Standing by the piano, shifting her feet one two three stroking the rug, hands flying up, a smile that showed she was out of this world.
It was then that I knew two things for sure:
1) I’m good at the piano
2) She was born to dance
» Posted By Juliet Winters On 05.15.2015 @ 6:24 pm
‘You’re skating on thin ice, now, aren’t you.’
What is it about his voice that makes everything sound completely terrifying? Probably the deadpan.
I try to keep calm, keep your head held high. I won’t let you shove me around again.
» Posted By Juliet Winters On 05.07.2015 @ 4:53 pm
Teachers have been telling me ever since I was a kid that I ‘lacked fundamental empathy’. Just because they’re right doesn’t make it any better to hear. I just don’t get some people. To use a phrase by my counsellor, I don’t get ‘what makes people tick’. Why are we all so hormonal, so emotional and so bloody stupid?
» Posted By Juliet Winters On 05.06.2015 @ 4:53 pm
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The nurses called her Planter. Never to her face, of course, but they called her that because that’s all she seemed to want to do.
It was a welcome change from all the other old, broken people. Dead from the neck up, still or paralysed from the neck down, but no matter what the weather was like, the one thing she lived for was her plants.
» Posted By Juliet Winters On 05.05.2015 @ 5:46 pm