Comments Posted By Sare
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I like my life, i really do. Although, there are sometimes i look up at the sky and see how amazing and vast it is, just at those moments, when i’m all relaxed and being the real version of me, i think i should flee. Yes, flee from the danger or becoming a dull and unhappy person.
» Posted By Sare On 06.13.2013 @ 5:00 am
Regardless of how much I love you I know that I have to let you go. For both of us. It will be painfully better that way. Regardless of how much I dont want to do it.
» Posted By Sare On 05.04.2010 @ 9:05 am
I get into this mode where I won’t eat anything but greens and ice cream. I’ve never been pregnant, so don’t even go there, it’s just greens for dinner, yummy and healthy, and ice cream for dessert, because dinner was so healthy.
He looked at her like she was nuts and walked away. What else would you do? Ask her out? She’s a nutcase!
» Posted By Sare On 04.24.2009 @ 12:44 pm
If I’m not back by Easter. Hide the eggs without me.
» Posted By Sare On 05.05.2009 @ 8:05 am
I want a lock of your hair before you go. Why? So I remember you were here. Don’t look at me like that. You know you’re leaving and not coming back. I was here for much longer than you and will be here long after you leave. I don’t want to think I was alone for all that time.
» Posted By Sare On 01.29.2009 @ 11:20 am
She’s a bit thick in the middle, but most people found that sexy. Not on everyone, but on her… it brought out a sensuality that skinny girls just don’t have. Thank the heavens she decided to start belly dancing. Shimmylicious.
» Posted By Sare On 01.27.2009 @ 11:43 am
“I’m pleased to meet you,” said the princess.
“But what shall we do now? I don’t really think kissing frogs is my thing.”
“Well, then,” said the frog, “let’s go swimming.”
So they did.
» Posted By Sare On 01.24.2009 @ 7:54 pm
The fog on a cold day after a rainstorm reflecting the sunset is sublime. The complicated flavors of a salted caramel from Fran’s is sublime. You, my dear, are not sublime. You are an asshole. I love You.
» Posted By Sare On 01.23.2009 @ 10:48 am
Change. I could use some of that. He told me that it was a phase. That they end sooner or later, but why does later always feel like forever? Maybe someday that will change, too.
» Posted By Sare On 01.20.2009 @ 12:12 pm
The veins in my mothers legs were thick, bulky. But I found them beautiful. Like a river of blood straining to tell a story that has been building for years.
» Posted By Sare On 01.15.2009 @ 4:12 pm
You are my favorite. Though I know I’m not yours. You can’t love me only when it feels safe or convenient. It’s not really love then, is it. But still. You are my favorite. Maybe forever. I wish this were not true.
» Posted By Sare On 01.12.2009 @ 6:14 am
finite. Italian, similar to fragile. only smaller. I hope to someday find something so precious and finite among the crystals of sand when I look down as I walk on the beach. I hope. My hope is finite.
» Posted By Sare On 01.08.2009 @ 12:22 pm
“I can’t think of anything but bubbles.” “Bubbles? you know you’re supposed to wash your hair with it, not recreate the powdered wigs worn by British judges, right?” “Yeah, but it’s much more fun that way.”
» Posted By Sare On 03.27.2009 @ 11:20 am
I wish I lived in a town with a subway. The trains around here are far too nice, nothing seedy about them. What is the world to do when everything is nice and pretty? We all know it will be a lie. They don’t give homeless people homes, they just move them out of sight.
» Posted By Sare On 03.26.2009 @ 11:42 am
He said he thought I’d live off the grid by now. Of course, had I known he was planning to come look for me, I would have. Live and learn.
» Posted By Sare On 03.19.2009 @ 5:18 pm
I don’t remember anything specific. Ever. That’s why I’m so good at bullshit.
» Posted By Sare On 03.15.2009 @ 3:44 pm
She screamed so loud it hurt his ears. He was sure she was trying to teach him a lesson. That she could be so startled when he hides behind the door and then yells boo when she walks though it. What a fucking drama queen.
» Posted By Sare On 03.13.2009 @ 1:50 pm
Sixteen tons. That’s what it feels like when you’re around. Maybe not the deeper in debt, but you’ve definitely aged me. I can tell she is a wonderful person. But it makes me happy that she doesn’t want you. Maybe she is your sixteen tons.
» Posted By Sare On 03.12.2009 @ 8:17 am
I have never made a promise to myself that I didn’t break. Multiple vows about how it would be different this time. About how I’d know better when he came around again. I never seem able to stick with it, but you know what? I’m okay with that. I’ve just learned to stop making promises.
» Posted By Sare On 07.09.2009 @ 12:01 pm
I want to learn to surf so badly. Have wanted it for years. Someday I’ll do it, I tell myself. Bookmarking pages of schools and sites. Then every once in a while I go back and see how old those bookmarks are. Someday.
» Posted By Sare On 06.25.2009 @ 12:29 pm
I listen to the stereo rarely. But everyday, deep inside my office, I get surprised by somebody who knocked and yelled and finally just came in because I was rocking out with the headphones on.
» Posted By Sare On 09.04.2009 @ 11:23 am
I tried to listen to the radio, but the dj was too annoying and the station with the interesting folk was all fuzzy. Damn, that’s irritating. Almost as irritating as my inability to listen to my favorite music because it reminds me of you.
» Posted By Sare On 08.11.2009 @ 2:05 pm
I need to cleanse myself of this hurt and this anger. To walk away from the pain your careless treatment causes. That means walking away from you. It’s difficult, but I will do it.
» Posted By Sare On 08.10.2009 @ 11:21 am
I would like nothing more than to be sitting on the beach, maybe in a hammock, maybe on a blanket, maybe white sand, maybe that black one I’ve seen in pictures. On thing is for sure though, in each scenario I am clutching an icy margarita in my greedy little fist. Yum.
» Posted By Sare On 07.31.2009 @ 1:48 pm
I went to a palm reader once. She took one look at my hand and gasped in horror. This lifeline, it goes on and on, but never will you have children!
I can live with that.
» Posted By Sare On 07.17.2009 @ 8:58 am
I like the spray from a good garden hose in the middle of a hot summer afternoon. Don’t tell anyone, but I still drink straight from the hose, and it hasn’t killed me yet, I don’t think I’ll stop anytime soon, no matter what the news reports say.
» Posted By Sare On 07.14.2009 @ 9:39 am
I like to feel the spaces in between. It’s all squishy sometimes, and others it’s wide open. It’s never the same way twice.
» Posted By Sare On 03.02.2009 @ 3:06 pm
Skate is a foreign word. I haven’t had a pair of roller skates since I was a kid. I’ve never tasted skate, and the one time I tried to ride a skate board, the thing bucked me off in three seconds flat. I think their might be a skate conspiracy in my world.
» Posted By Sare On 02.27.2009 @ 2:26 pm
She spent months working at it. Over and over, she demonstrated the correct procedure and repeated the command. She couldn’t understand why it wasn’t working, but ultimately, she just had to accept it. The goldfish could not be trained to sit.
» Posted By Sare On 02.26.2009 @ 1:26 pm
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She always expects me to entertain her. Like a trained monkey with nothing better to do. Well, I got some entertainment for her. It’s called alcohol, and I will be drinking a lot of it every time I see her.
» Posted By Sare On 02.25.2009 @ 4:32 pm