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its about caring about peoples feelings. feeling sorry for others. putting yourself in another persons shoes.
» Posted By Karina On 11.11.2014 @ 8:51 pm
This word i described before :(
» Posted By Karina On 03.17.2014 @ 4:52 am
Prohet is the hero of Darren Aronofsky «Noah» film. Muslim people don’t depict prophets. Вut christians do
» Posted By Karina On 03.17.2014 @ 3:58 am
All right, so this is the third time I’ve encountered the word “third” on this website. Yes. CONSECUTIVELY. I NEED OTHER WORDS. I AM NOT EVEN JOKING. Please. Next word.
» Posted By Karina On 02.07.2014 @ 11:00 pm
The man sat on the cool ground next to a young pine, and it was to this young pine he spoke about the joys of Christmas.
» Posted By Karina On 10.08.2013 @ 3:27 pm
hmmmm when i think about savage it reminds me dinosaurs and cavemen and barbarians, yea thats it. and cabbage
» Posted By karina On 08.20.2013 @ 9:51 pm
Wealthy man with his ugly wife
used a big, bloody knife.
Then big and scary spirit went
and said: don’t kill nobody, you can’t!
Awful woman shout so loud
and a man has to bought
earplugs cause he lost
his hearing what would his wealth cost.
» Posted By Karina On 08.03.2013 @ 1:26 pm
Pixels. They make up the digital world. They are little tiny colours. They are all a part of something bigger. Like we are. We make up the world. They make up the screens, and beautiful photos we take and capture.
» Posted By Karina On 06.15.2013 @ 10:47 am
Wrath was everywhere.
Was killing me softly.
I couldn’t fight against it.
I was angry because he hurt me!
He left me alone.
Without love, soul.
It wasn’t me.
» Posted By Karina On 06.14.2013 @ 3:19 am
Wrath was everywhere. She was very angry so she bit him. This shocked this boy. It was strange because he was bitten by girl. He promised he will do it against her.
» Posted By Karina On 06.14.2013 @ 3:16 am
Is this like a window pain or something different like someone actually causing physical pain? The first thought that comes to mind is a song and it had a pun about window pains and I imagine rain outside with a window with a wooden brown pain. But it also reminds me of somet
» Posted By Karina On 03.19.2013 @ 7:23 pm
I DON’T KNOW what the word means but it sound so pretty. I wonder what it means. I think it means to kind of en script something or mark it with a symbol or words.But who knows, to me right now it is just a word and nothing else.
» Posted By Karina On 02.24.2013 @ 9:10 pm
Don’t count in amounts
Don’t judge with amounts
Focus on the small important things
On the amount of love
» Posted By Karina On 01.02.2013 @ 2:32 pm
The amount of love in this world is abundant. People talk of the amount of hate there is, but love is also everywhere. Our world needs fixing, but instead of focusing on the amount of money there is or the amount of hate, focus on the amount of love.
» Posted By Karina On 01.02.2013 @ 2:30 pm
why. why am i female? i wish it was something i could enjoy being. it is a beautiful wonderful thing, really. yet society has made it horrid. disgusting. weak. unwanted. why? why….
» Posted By karina On 12.31.2012 @ 1:26 pm
why. why am i female? i wish it was something i could enjoy being. it is a beautiful wonderful thing, really. yet society has made it horrid. disgusting. weak. unwanted. why?
» Posted By karina On 12.31.2012 @ 1:25 pm
I’m now sitting all by myself in a table near the window in a cheap coffe shop. I am wondering why I changes so much in the past two or three weeks. Why NOW can’t be as pleasant as it were a few days ago?
» Posted By Karina On 12.26.2012 @ 11:50 am
We live in a small town which doesn’t have many illegal fireworks. But every now and then some friends drive to a bigger city and bring a few down. We then sit and enjoy the colorful show of it all on the celebration of our country’s independence. :)
» Posted By Karina On 12.08.2012 @ 9:55 am
There once was a cook. He was slender, attractive, a well-rounded citizen. He fell in love with a girl of vibrant colors. Reds and violets, hues of blue and yellow shrouded her, it was her.
» Posted By Karina On 12.01.2012 @ 3:04 pm
late hour clock
» Posted By karina On 11.23.2012 @ 9:40 am
I love to draw. Drawing is the best thing aside from dance. It takes away your worries and how you can express yourself. It keeps all your thoughts organized and implanted on a blank canvas.
» Posted By Karina On 11.11.2012 @ 4:49 pm
Something I forget to do…calming, refreshing. Taken for granted. Always. Its wonderful that we don’t even need to think about it….just breath. Words sometimes too easy to just say.
» Posted By Karina On 09.28.2012 @ 10:54 am
Something everyone needs, something not many get. But something so many take for granted. I want to help someday…in some way, even if its just one person. If I can find something that helps me do that…I am set. Its hard to get through to people sometimes, I wonder if that me?
» Posted By Karina On 09.26.2012 @ 6:08 pm
and after before chaos before life before a mistake before the drama before love
» Posted By karina On 09.24.2012 @ 2:20 pm
I enter in the spa with i a free mind. I don’t want to think, just to relax and forget about him. I want to escape of here, to go anywhere. With nobody. Just me and my mind. Just me and my imagination. Just be alone. Far away.
» Posted By Karina On 09.09.2012 @ 11:40 am
I listened and listened but I heard nothing I tried to understand the meaning of the words my bleeding ears should be hearing but they seemed so far away.
» Posted By Karina On 09.08.2012 @ 9:59 pm
Side, the edge of something. usually there are 4 of them. Holding something up, or someone in. 4 sides to a house. Also people, The different sides of everyone.
» Posted By Karina On 08.24.2012 @ 10:49 pm
The traffic cones marked off a rather large section of the highway, forcing the cars into one lane of cars, with drivers all yelling at their windshields, “Why now??”
» Posted By Karina On 08.16.2012 @ 11:21 pm
It´s like we entered the twilight zone, I mumbled to my sister as we watched the strange series of events unfolding before our eyes. Everything was “normal” which considering our family, that was very weird. Everything looked like a picture out of a home magazine.
Where are we? asked my sister with the same dumbstruck expression I was probably wearing as well.
» Posted By Karina On 08.16.2012 @ 11:52 am
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The simple beauty of words on paper. The simple perfection of a typed vowel, lonely, against a sea of white. e. a. The child who looks at this beauty, this unknown scribble, and is intimidated by its intricacy. Intricacy i wish wasn’t lost to me.
» Posted By Karina On 08.10.2012 @ 9:30 pm