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stagnation is very hard to beat because it does´t take you anywhere, you feel bad but can´t help but do nothing. We need to try to beat stagnation to get ahead with our lives.
» Posted By Renata On 11.15.2016 @ 4:04 pm
The Institute of california is better, my dreams.
» Posted By Renata On 10.25.2016 @ 6:25 am
The institute from California is the best for studing zooplankton
» Posted By Renata On 10.24.2016 @ 8:32 am
at instantly i try to learn english
» Posted By Renata On 01.06.2016 @ 6:03 am
Em um tronco estava preso pelos pulsos um menino negro, a pele brilhava nos poucos locais em que não estava coberta de sujeira. Atrás dele um homem com três vezes o seu tamanho açoitava as costas do garoto sem dó, enquanto a mãe do menino chorava ao lado.
» Posted By Renata On 01.03.2015 @ 5:21 am
parachute was inveted by Stefan Banic from Slovakia, but I don´t remember when, once I wrote it on my Facebook page.
» Posted By Renata On 10.13.2013 @ 2:02 pm
tumble on the floor tumble fro an airplane tumble on the grass tumble with a stone on the road
» Posted By Renata On 06.18.2013 @ 4:19 pm
Everything happens for a reason, you receive what you deserve to receive, you have the right to make things happen
» Posted By renata On 04.30.2013 @ 11:20 am
is a place to stay. small, messy, and flat. maybe a loft and cheap. Can be the opposite.
» Posted By Renata On 02.13.2013 @ 5:31 pm
Growing means forgetting.
Growing means developing yourself.
It suck to have to decide everything when you are so young.
But then again, you dont actually have to.
Thats why I have decided to not decide.
» Posted By Renata On 02.09.2013 @ 10:07 am
The baby is cradled safely in her arm and it peeks up at her with blinking, trusting brown eyes. She swallows and continues walking, tearing her eyes away from it and clenching it tighter all the same.
» Posted By Renata On 01.29.2013 @ 4:57 pm
im very fawn of you . and many other thing . is a nice word . better then like .
» Posted By Renata On 09.29.2012 @ 12:20 pm
He cups his hands around the smooth cherry wood box, staring down at it intently, holding it like a precious new born baby. His palms were clamming up, and his lips moved, whispers of incoherent babble leaking out ever so often. His friends and family were in despair. He held this box like it held the secrets of the universe; truth is, when the box was finally pried from him and examined, there was nothing inside but the empty hopes and insane speeches of a sixteen year old boy.
» Posted By Renata On 07.25.2012 @ 12:55 am
the bucket list is there in a way that comforts, somehow. the list of tasks that are our unfinished business – the things that keep us going, going forward and searching and looking and living in the meantime, the business that until completed will bring us back and haunt us as we would haunt it. we must fill this bucket.
» Posted By Renata On 07.08.2012 @ 3:55 pm
The framework is marvelous. He finds himself running his fingers over the intricate, interwoven designs. He see’s entire worlds within it, and he feels like the carved wood holds so much more meaning than just anybody can place.
» Posted By Renata On 06.17.2012 @ 11:04 pm
The residue is everywhere. Its on the wall, on the concrete. In his hair, on his skin. It’s imprinted into the foreground of my memory.
» Posted By Renata On 03.23.2012 @ 2:14 pm
When his friend pulled up to his house, he put the bag in the trunk, and silently slipped into the drivers seat. “Drive.” He said quietly, staring straight ahead.
“Where to?” His friend questioned, a slight frown in his voice.
“Somewhere out of town. Anywhere.”
His friend looked at him; and he looked back.
“What’s in the bag?” his friend finally asked, letting his gaze drift away, somehow feeling the answer.before he even asked.
“I told you Mary was asking for it.”
» Posted By Renata On 03.22.2012 @ 6:28 pm
“I fixed it,” she said proudly, conjuring the wooden train with her shaky hands from behind her back. Her father looked, nodded, and gave her a half smile.
“Nice,” he said, and returned to his whiskey, raising the glass to drink deeply.
It would be years and years of empty hope before she realized that they could not be fixed like toy trains. Things would just have to stay broken.
» Posted By Renata On 03.21.2012 @ 6:10 pm
The ratings are what he lives for. He cannot describe it to anyone– he is the rating, and the rating is him. He waits for them with bated breath. This number is everything that he is. It is his value, his self-worth, all in the hands of a number.
» Posted By Renata On 03.20.2012 @ 9:37 pm
» Posted By Renata On 03.13.2012 @ 7:54 am
I wonder how I got here…. random, by choice or is it a destiny…I never seem to get past that feeling and still I wonder is it for my better purpose or not… I wonder what will be and what wonders I will se… but it’s good to wonder and because of that I wonder
» Posted By Renata On 06.18.2011 @ 5:20 am
the time we went to the beach. memories are brilliant. sometimes I forget things and it makes me sad. Some people remember things and think it is the first time they have thought of it and they can get in trouble for plagarisim but turns out its a legitimate thing! Can’t remember what it’s called though…
» Posted By Renata On 05.31.2011 @ 3:11 am
despair happens when somebody is so sad . it happened to me when my dog zoe died. it was one of the worst days of my life. why did it happen? she was only 7 and it hurt so bad. i still think about her often and cry cryyyy all the time. i hope that she is happy now. romping arund in the hl
» Posted By renata On 05.29.2011 @ 2:59 am
All i wanted was for my wishes to come true. I wanted to go to france. I wanted to learn how to juggle. I wanted to learn how to do a split. I wanted to swim yesterday. I wanted to go to dairy queen. I wanted to be happy. I wanted to become a princess.
» Posted By renata On 03.18.2011 @ 2:30 pm
the irony of the word
today after a pessimistic meeting with my mother and those who shall reman unmanned, i was given the title of clinically depressed. say i dont have an “optimistic out look on life” well there is a shocker.
» Posted By renata On 12.20.2010 @ 7:22 pm
cannon- a N= Canon
who i named mr.darcy.
» Posted By renata On 12.19.2010 @ 9:05 pm
all night we sat to chat.
you hid behind your words
and i behind my camera
sending a statement to the other coffee shop goers
dont bother our relationship has begun
despite the comments the laughter and snide remarks
consumed in each others presence.
but now what am i left with?
nothing but your words
what you hide behind
meaning nothing but that
im running out of ink in my typewriter.
» Posted By renata On 12.18.2010 @ 11:54 pm
the stamps i stuck one by one, individual stamps on each envelope would define my fate. my letter going to him, would he read it? does he even want to hear from me? will he write me back? only my stamps will tell.
» Posted By renata On 12.13.2010 @ 5:22 pm
a possibility is whatever you make it.
there can be none of them. up to you.
there can be thousands of them. still up to you.
there is no fate.things dont happen on their own.
get up and do something.
create the possibilities. you choose.
» Posted By renata On 12.12.2010 @ 9:50 am
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the darkness that swallowed her soul drenched her in this utter cycle. hardly ever did the illuminating beauty of others reach the depths of her heat, and this she was aware. the feeling she often dwelled on were immense, and no human was built to feel that much.
» Posted By renata On 12.11.2010 @ 10:37 am