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I banged my head on the dashboard. Once. Twice. Three times. How could I just lose her like that? How could I let her go?

» Posted By Martina On 04.09.2013 @ 7:32 pm


I don’t know what that word means. I will found out, soon, thankful for the internet :)

» Posted By Martina On 03.10.2013 @ 1:24 pm


just one wors, one word… what to say about terrain… what… it makes me think about village, countryside and well, beautifull rivers, and about meadow…

» Posted By Martina On 03.09.2013 @ 2:25 pm


signals can be good or bad. sometimes we see signals that doesn’t exist, we make ourselves believe that someone likes us, or that someone is doing something bad, but mostly we are wrong… big time

» Posted By Martina On 03.07.2013 @ 10:35 am


Love is like a flame. it burns. But not all loves are like that. the real ones are not. just the ones that die fast, that are blind and fullish. the real ones doesnt burn you.

» Posted By Martina On 03.06.2013 @ 10:01 am

flames are burning, they are hot. but also, some loves are just a flame, that burn out, fast. it leaves scars, and it’s hard to heal, but it is done fast.

» Posted By Martina On 03.06.2013 @ 9:53 am


Romano couldn’t believe this. Had he actually fallen for the dumb, oblivious, childish Spaniard? He couldn’t believe he actually managed to fall in love with someone, not to mention another man. But, as the strong, fast paced beating of his heart continued, he knew he had his answer. [SPAMANO FTW]

» Posted By Martina On 11.18.2012 @ 4:53 pm


I was raised Bapticostal. Learned a different form of faith, religion and spirituality in time,. Shaman. Buddhist trappings, pun intended. The center is within, no so much without.

» Posted By Martina On 10.18.2012 @ 6:54 pm


Romano couldn’t believe himself. How could he let this happen, how could he let this damn Spaniard find and hold the key to his heart? Antonio was one sneaky bastard to have done this, but Romano couldn’t put it off any longer. He had fallen in love with the other man. [SPAMANO FTW]

» Posted By Martina On 08.04.2012 @ 2:50 pm


It wasn’t working, nothing was. No matter what kind of methods Romano tried to use to get Antonio to realize his feelings, it just didn’t work. This was it, Romano couldn’t take it any more, how could the idiot be so oblivious? All Romano was left with was a single idea, an idea that may make or break his relationship with Antonio. Romano was going to go straight up to the bastard, and kiss him smack on the lips. [SPAMANO FTW]

» Posted By Martina On 07.31.2012 @ 1:17 pm


There was icing on Antonio’s cheek, though much like with everything else he was oblivious to the fact that it was even there. This was Romano’s chance, his chance to finally make a move and advance towards the oblivious bastard, so Romano took the chance and leaned to lick it off. [SPAMANO FTW]

» Posted By Martina On 07.23.2012 @ 9:00 am

Icing is used on cake, pancakes even. It is a rather tasty addition to any sweet food, and is enjoyed by many. Icing is also the name of a store funded by “Claires” aimed at an older audience. Overall, icing also reminds of sweet foods and can be found in many of them.

» Posted By Martina On 07.23.2012 @ 8:56 am


I can’t believe they broke the treaty. All the love, hope, and prosperity disappeared the instant they uttered the word. I am harrowed. Why does it have to be like this? Why is there no one on earth to give my unadulterated love and trust?

» Posted By Martina On 06.05.2012 @ 4:04 pm


The enemy slivers. The King delivers. The King enters and delivers. What a glory! Haha! Buttery glory, He is. :) Sliver away enemy, spread Him onnnnnn. Yeahhhh.

» Posted By Martina On 04.28.2012 @ 9:28 pm


splish splash, and i’m taking a bath. i wish i was a kid again sometimes. but i’ll live as one, with childlike faith, and hope to get away with more than that. being an adult isn’t as fun as they make it out to be. a child is what this kid will always be.

» Posted By Martina On 03.29.2012 @ 8:28 pm


what is a trunk if nothing but a bunk? what’s all the funk? what’s messed up? me and my relationship with God. where did all my trust go? when He ripped my heart out and gave it to a boy. but i know there must be joy. because i’m surviving and i’ve survived until this very moment for no apparent reason. joy unspeakable. peace that passes all understanding. the root of everything. hallelujah. not elephants. love. jesus. amen. glory.

» Posted By martina On 03.22.2012 @ 2:51 pm


The plague is something I often ponder about. We are, ourselves living in a plagued era. Plagued souls wondering the earth in search of contact. Plagues coming from inside out, the cancers, the children. We are all some what plagued.

» Posted By Martina On 07.12.2011 @ 11:30 pm


sideburns are the best friends to yor cheeks. sometimes people may not like that they are there, they might protest and have to much too say about the friends you choose to keep around, but the thing is, these are the guys who are always there, no matter what happens. they are there when its cold, it keeps the cheeks warms, even if it cant do anything but be goosebumped, they are they to give out advice, often whispering in our ears. and they are there to see it from your perspective. what do you have to say about friends like these -always there. they might not be the most attractive, or they might be out of style, but what does style matter, if it makes sense to you?

» Posted By Martina On 05.29.2011 @ 5:26 pm


Outlet is a place where you go and buy cool clothes for less money than the usual cost of a shopping mall. You have the ultimate sweeps and also you get the clearance rack for no money at all. I love going to outlets, it the best way to look fashonable and actually afford it!

» Posted By martina On 02.21.2011 @ 12:15 pm


I tend to cross out what i wrote instead of going to the trouble of picking up a rubber and rubbing it out. its just easier! and messier..unfortunately. so i end up going back after i written the piece and rubbing out all the crossings out at the end.

» Posted By martina On 05.14.2010 @ 3:56 pm


crowded and sweaty, with small pockets of fresh air slwoly draining away from you as you’re puched closer to strangers you don’t really want to be pushed closer to, but sometimes they will show a face of equal disgust and you’ll feel offended.

standing and waiting for the train to arrive, is always insufferable even if the time you have to wait is shorter and shorter every time, it simply never is at the time you want it to be even when it is exactly in sync with you.

» Posted By martina On 04.14.2010 @ 12:37 pm


i’m sitting outside and all i can see are the people below; and the lights in the distance. ia frenzy of moving bodies heaving to the sounds of the city.all the love found and love lost strewn on the pavements. i love sitting on my balcony.

» Posted By martina On 05.12.2009 @ 5:05 am


ha trying to be someone you’re not? Wow, we all do that don’t we. They were asking me why I don’t trust people; well, how can you? would you? I mean completely, and unconditionally? Nope… well actually people make that mistake all the time. They tell themselves they can trust, then they get stabbed. I am not really that negative. I guess it is just this rainy day… what to say, didn’t it ring or something? Pretending to be excited about a possible future with… is it over?

» Posted By martina On 05.04.2009 @ 4:10 pm


change is what i would like to see in the world and what i would like to see in myself. I want to change the way i act and my whole perception of life and myself. i want to change for the better and really do it. change to me can be for the good or worse and i want to change for the better absolutely. i want to be the change i wish to see in the world.

» Posted By Martina On 01.20.2009 @ 10:13 pm


Mellow – yellow. That was the colour that Mark was wearing when I first sawe hoim,. wExcept he wasn;t mellow… far from it. He had agreed to participate in the annual Christmas day Mile run for charity, and for some reason arrived dressed in a yellow chicken suit. It’s not easter I laughed –

» Posted By Martina On 12.11.2008 @ 4:45 am


sometimes these can be beautiful, but full of destruction, the wake they leave is irrefutably and almost certainly full of destruction, pain and torment. What is the difference between a hurricane, thunderstorm, tornadoe, typhoon, monsoon like most things in life I would say location location location.

» Posted By martina On 01.01.1970 @ 12:00 am


The vibrant neon green and pink wallpaper brightens the room and fills you with excitment and energy the minute you walk in. Then as soon as you walk out it all goes away. It’s amazing how wallpaper can change a room and the feeling you get from it.

» Posted By Martina On 12.22.2009 @ 2:40 pm


tofu is for vegetarians, my aut eats tofu sometimes, i dont like it, its kind of gummy, its white, im running out of things to say, i ate it once i dont really like it, my aunt put it in pasta with some tomato sauce

» Posted By martina On 01.24.2010 @ 10:49 am

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