Comments Posted By Leira Carola
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Five hundred twenty five thousand dollars spent do distribute this fuckin’ flyer. Seriously, what the actual fuck? Why does my nemesis have to be so ridiculously rich?
» Posted By Leira Carola On 11.07.2015 @ 2:00 pm
Your words are welts on my skin. Every time you look at me, another welt forms. I treasure this welts for they are the only way you touch me. I crave them. I long for them.
» Posted By Leira Carola On 09.02.2013 @ 7:59 am
Your face is like a plague. It shows up in my dreams, my tv, my news feed; it’s everywhere. I have tried to get rid of it. I have unfriended you, I swtiched tv providers and I’m taking Ambien; still your face is like a plague.
» Posted By Leira Carola On 03.31.2013 @ 11:00 am
Her name was Violet. She was tall, brunette and had a tight grip on my heart. In her belly was Rose, the life we created together. We were tied forever in that little bump of joy.
» Posted By Leira Carola On 07.21.2011 @ 3:48 pm
All we needed to save her were stem cells. Easy, right? Any fool can get pregnant. Except for me. The time my child needs me the most, it’s the time I can do the less.
» Posted By Leira Carola On 07.05.2011 @ 7:06 pm
“What the hell? Styrofoam? I told you to bring me CLASSY coffee cups! How in the world are styrofoam coffee cups classy?!?!”
The vein in his neck threatened to explode; crimson and bulging.
» Posted By Leira Carola On 04.22.2011 @ 11:51 am
Do I look foreign to you? Well, I’m not. I’m a United States Citizen. I was born in the Commonwealth (code for colony) of Puerto Rico. We are exotic and speak Spanish and dance Bomba (African dance) but we are Americans as well.
» Posted By Leira Carola On 04.21.2011 @ 5:11 pm
My white party dress was stained with last night’s whiskey. I smell like a drunk and I was drunk. But I was drunk on happiness, not whiskey or any alcohol for that matter. I was drunk on her touch, on her feel, on her smell, on her words; I was drunk on her.
» Posted By Leira Carola On 04.18.2011 @ 12:48 pm
Time is a luxurious and expensive accomodation. Time, to the productive person, equals money. Time to the terminal kid is decisive.
» Posted By Leira Carola On 04.16.2011 @ 2:28 pm
I already wrote about thisnword but here goes nothing. Gasoline. My heart isndrenched in gasoline. Why do you keep trying to light it? It hurts enough as it is. It’s not supposed to be like this.
» Posted By Leira Carola On 04.15.2011 @ 5:24 pm
Gasoline. That’s what it smells like! Sadly, many will not know the smell of gasoline because today’s—and yesterday’s—generation have been selfish and exploited petroleum.
» Posted By Leira Carola On 04.15.2011 @ 11:14 am
They make me hysterical. Punch-them-in-the-face hysterical. Will they ever shut the fuck up?! Why are they spending their freaking spring break here?
» Posted By Leira Carola On 04.15.2011 @ 11:08 am
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Her words made my hysterical. No, not laugh-out-loud hysterical but pull-my-hair-out hysterical. Could she not see how hard it was for me to not hurt her right now?
» Posted By Leira Carola On 04.15.2011 @ 10:42 am