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She was Kaylee’s everything and it was kind of hard to think about because they weren’t together. She knew that they were meant to be, but after all they had been through was it really worth it. But in the end, Kaylee didn’t know life without Lana and she never left her mind.

» Posted By Kelsey On 08.07.2017 @ 6:52 pm


This one line immediately pops into my head:

“It’s too cold outside for angels to die” [Ed Sheeran; A Team]

My angel died when she was 17. I was 17 too back then. I never thought death could occur at that age. Of course it would. How naive was I.

But she’s gone. And it’s been close to 10 years now. There isn’t a day I don’t think about her. I miss you, Shit Brat.

» Posted By Kelsey On 03.19.2016 @ 11:56 pm


I am so fed up with dieting. Not the actual dieting part, but the part where whenever people find out that I count calories, they suddenly think it’s their business to tell me about my body. They think it’s perfectly acceptable to tell me how counting calories is grossly unhealthy (which I’ve never hear before, ever), and tell me that I don’t need to lose weight like they know my body better than I do. It’s none of your business, it really isn’t. I don’t care if you think I don’t need to lose weight, I for one know that I do. I’m 5’3″ and 150 pounds. I’m 30 pounds overweight. I do need to lose weight, actually. Don’t tell me about my body like you know it better or just as well as I do. It’s not your business.

» Posted By Kelsey On 01.18.2016 @ 11:25 am


Entirely enormous implications but that won’t stop me from getting it all the way to the fuckiong moon you bastards! Enjoy the tea you enigmatic icecapaders. I don’t think a movie script is necessarily a thing that can’t be bought but you know sometimes the way shit flows is upcreek and you won’t even see it coming all slow up hill both ways. Don’t even bargain for a lot of jelly babies and tylenol. Just down that gin and throw the tonic out cuz baby we gotta make it work and you better bring the bass drums. Don’t forget the writers block. Use bricks and hammers and crash that shit until it fucking gives way. Sploosh goes the dam breaking waterfall of knowledge and power. In your face. Wait up, don’t stop the fever. Let it rumble until your eyes can’t even fucking believe the vast majority of embryotic fluid that is crashing through your veins. Like jello. Like popscicles in the rain. Just wonder and goblins and taking it slow and forever. It’ll last like it was last night. Fucking ace balls space goat motor coat frog boat. What? Scripts? Writing the way to navigate a convo like he’s there and she’s what and woah they don’t know how they got here but they know where they’re going. How are they even supposed to give it an ounce of believability when the shindigs a shenanigan? I don’t even know anybmore. I’m gonna smoke that shmot until your stupid ecersize is over. How much more can there be? Not much, I assume. Sixty seconds of mad typing is a long time, it seems. I don’t want a perfect world, just one ehere the beasts are innocent and the weapons don’t do any damage. Just release. Just now. Just before it ends.

» Posted By Kelsey On 08.15.2015 @ 10:05 pm


He wore gray suits and ate macaroni and cheese, the prepacked heat up kind, every day. He took his wife to the same restaurant and followed the same routine. He said it was orderly but he never experienced color. He was shocked when his wife wouldn’t kiss him because she found him…bland.

» Posted By Kelsey On 08.07.2015 @ 7:48 am


i think im such a drag… im a drag queen. what is a drag queen anyways? i’m very dependent even though i say i’m independent. i’m always the party pooper, too stubborn to do anything. i enjoy being a drag. everyone has to haul me around

» Posted By Kelsey On 07.14.2015 @ 8:36 am


Ruling any kingdom requires strength, poise and skill.

» Posted By Kelsey On 04.20.2015 @ 12:48 pm


The game controller shuddered in his hand. Another kill. And another and another. His eyes glazed over and his mind tuned out the yelling coming from his parent’s bedroom.

» Posted By Kelsey On 03.16.2015 @ 9:07 pm


Somehow the word, knockoff, in itself brings to mind the image of cheap and smelly polyester with gaudy colours. It is rooted in our minds that knockoffs will never live up to the original, authentic stuff.

» Posted By Kelsey On 03.02.2015 @ 12:39 pm


Polo. Marco. Polo. Could be a man’s name. Reminds me of polio. Like the disease. Diseases are bad. That could be a new disease. Polo. A more deadly disease that’s contracted in a different way. Causes something crazy to happen. Hallucinations? I dunno.

» Posted By Kelsey On 12.15.2014 @ 9:00 pm


bargin is something we do to get what we want. when we want something we try and make a trade to get that object and do what we need to recieve it. and if it doewsnt suit us then we try and offer something else in plkace of it to be called a bargin. children bargin for candy at an early age is just the begining it goes as far as a lawyer

» Posted By kelsey On 11.28.2014 @ 8:52 pm


I’ve never been one to beg or plead. I don’t know what you did to me, but in the few months that we knew each other, I changed completely. I would do anything in this moment for you to come back to me. I’m begging, I’m pleading, all I want is you here with me. Nothing’s the same. I can’t go back to the way it was before.

» Posted By Kelsey On 08.22.2014 @ 6:04 pm


bellboy sat in front of me and told me I looked beautiful but never looked at me. he just told me from the sound of my voice and I said you mus

» Posted By kelsey On 06.20.2014 @ 5:22 pm


I fought. I fought like a soldier on a plain, losing the vision of him. I fought, quietly, diligently like a loyal following of this utopia.

» Posted By Kelsey On 05.05.2014 @ 8:19 pm


The church was where I found tall skyscrapers. They seem old but they are like a modern city as they are so many diverse people, most of them won’t admit they’re diverse, but then again most of them are liars.

» Posted By Kelsey On 04.04.2014 @ 8:41 am


But he didn’t gab to me
like a mirror but the reflection was different

» Posted By Kelsey On 03.06.2014 @ 9:16 pm

The crevice between his leg and the couch was dark
the darkness of nothing there
no comfort though I thought
there would be a warmth.

» Posted By Kelsey On 03.06.2014 @ 9:08 pm


I was chosen for this, there was no deciding what I did with my life, it was already decided for. I can’t change my fate.

» Posted By Kelsey On 12.08.2013 @ 1:46 am


I don’t like dates. Never have. They’re awkward; forced. I’m not me when I’m on a date, I’m someone I think you’ll like. I don’t think you’ll like me.

» Posted By Kelsey On 10.12.2013 @ 10:29 pm


bluegrass fills your nose and your mouth and your ears you feel it on your knees and in your throat the twang and the itch of it all, enveloping you like a familiar scratchy blanket, hovering thick in the air around you as you feel your heart swell and ache for something you don’t know yet or can’t know ever

» Posted By Kelsey On 09.07.2013 @ 1:21 pm


She laid on the floor, a crooked smirk falling off of her face. She new she’d overdone it this time, but she honestly didn’t care. One more hit, one more, just one more sweet relief. It was always like that with her. She was never satisfied. She was never done. She was never complete. More, more, more. She was a greedy woman.

» Posted By Kelsey On 08.28.2013 @ 6:54 pm


Alone. Quiet. It was always this way, especially after that fateful night when everything changed for her. It saddened her sometimes, thinking back to when she had friends. She hardly even remembered what it felt like to be held, to be loved, or even to be smiled at. She shook the images from her mind and stared out of the broken window. Someday, things will change. Someday, it will all be over. She dragged the rugged blade across her skin. Maybe she had some say in what happened to her. Maybe, just maybe, she could change her life.

» Posted By Kelsey On 08.19.2013 @ 3:29 pm


My grandfathers coin collection was one of the most vast I had ever laid eyes on, and that’s saying something in my line of work. As a child I would gaze in wide-eyed wonder at all their dazzling rich colors glinting behind immaculate glass displays, imagining the stories each little coin would tell if it could. He would pick me up and let me look at, but never touch, his most prized finds. “What about that one Grandpa! Where did you find her?” I would ask when one caught my eye. He would smile and as he told the story a long lost spark of adventure would creep into his eyes.

» Posted By Kelsey On 07.06.2013 @ 12:53 pm


Creative is what I like. Getting creative is fun. I love getting Creative. I want to be a creative photographer. Art is creative. Pretty much everything I love is. =] It makes me happy. This is starting over that isnt really fair for others….But anyone this website is creative. I hope everyone is. Not many thing make me happy but when Im creative it makes me joyful. =]

» Posted By Kelsey On 07.05.2013 @ 11:38 pm


Pairs is all it comes too. Only when one is left alone, do they truly see nature’s design. Two are made to love, to cherish, to hold. One is made to be alone.

» Posted By Kelsey On 06.17.2013 @ 6:43 pm

The moonlit sky is our anchor from above, showering us in warmth in the city of love. How do we manage to live through the day? The distance it lengthens, and the love fades away. As a plane fly away from a towering sign, I resign my love. I bid you goodnight.

» Posted By Kelsey On 06.17.2013 @ 6:40 pm


sisterhood can mean a lot of things, friendship or actual sisters. i dont have any sisters by blood but i do have sisters that arent blood i have so many girls that serve as my sisters.

» Posted By kelsey On 06.01.2013 @ 4:56 pm


My mother used to sing me lullabies. She would hold me in her warm arms and somehow i would be comforted by terrible pitch and a technically very bad voice, but it was not the singing that would cause me to nod off, but the love surrounding every word.

» Posted By kelsey On 05.19.2013 @ 7:14 pm

i want a lullaby to envelop me. to wrap me up more than the blankets covering my body.
i want the lullaby to float out of your lips like hawks encircling the clear spring sky.

» Posted By kelsey On 05.19.2013 @ 7:12 pm

there is a song called whisky lullaby. It is a great song. Brad Paisley sings it with alison Krause. the two are both amazing singers. The song is about a guy who comes back from war and finds his wife or girlfriend cheating on him, he then get so upset, he trys to drink away the pain and ends up killing himself. she then feels like she is to blame and then she herself drinks and kills herself.

» Posted By Kelsey On 05.19.2013 @ 6:16 pm

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