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Promises promises, what can I say of a vow as strong, and yet as weak, as a promise. Rules were made to be broken, but so too I think, were these urgent agreements. I promise to love you forever. Forever didn’t last very long.

» Posted By Sister Ginger On 01.09.2013 @ 5:39 am


I long to go. I long to live, to leave, and to know what it means to be a human being in this vast expanse of a world. But my fear, my responsibility, my rationality, they hold me back and say, “No no, don’t dare dream of such things. How will you live? How will you survive in your travels, your fantasies?”


» Posted By Sister Ginger On 01.06.2013 @ 8:32 am


What is there to say about the ground upon which I travel? It sinks slightly beneath the weight of my feet, heavy with my sorrows and light with my hopes. It holds so much and yet is so easily disturbed, it’s hard to imagine that it will last forever. Sometimes I wonder.

» Posted By Sister Ginger On 12.29.2012 @ 8:13 am


Rising up from the bottom of the river, she drags a block by the chain around her waist. She’s muddy and bleeding from the marks of the piranhas snapping at her flesh.

» Posted By Sister Ginger On 11.30.2012 @ 5:40 am


People are masses. We are matter that takes up space in the universe for seemingly no purpose other than to destroy the planet we inhabit. We area virus, slowly draining the Earth of its very core.

Or maybe we’re just people. You tell me.

» Posted By Sister Ginger On 10.09.2012 @ 5:29 am


I enjoy the stillness that comes with rain. I enjoy sitting in my basement while the sound of the little droplets splatters against my windows. I enjoy the light that the dark sky gives to everything indoors. The stillness of rain is not quite still, it’s a kind of commotion that seems detached from the real world. I love this kind of stillness.

» Posted By Sister Ginger On 09.07.2012 @ 7:19 am


Whether weather wither. Withering away like the last dying flower in a Valentine’s Day bouquet. Whether or not the last petal falls depends on how long the flower sits, decaying into compost. Rain falls down in vain.

» Posted By Sister Ginger On 09.06.2012 @ 5:36 am


We can sustain ourselves to an extent, but sustainability is not something I fully understand. I think, maybe, it means that you can support yourself. You can sustain your life? Maybe not, maybe I should have looked up the definition first. Oh well, you can’t win them all. I think maybe I won’t include this one in my documented entries.

» Posted By Sister Ginger On 09.05.2012 @ 5:19 am


I don’t believe in miracles but I believe in magic. I believe that if something happens that shouldn’t be able to happen, then that proves that the Earth still has a little spark of wonder in its atmosphere, like that little spark just before the fire starts. That’s all you need is just that little spark. It may not seem like much, but every forest fire started as a tiny flickering flame.

» Posted By Sister Ginger On 09.04.2012 @ 5:35 am


I’ve just imagined humans as collages. We’re nothing more than images and memories pasted together to create one jumbled mess of experiences and moments that we either remember or don’t remember. Every moment is a word, every day a picture, and every year a new page in our books. We are the motley crew assembled by our lives.

» Posted By Sister Ginger On 09.02.2012 @ 12:55 pm


Even though I’ve never felt the texture of her hair, I imagine that it was as soft as the little lion she gave me for Valentine’s Day, and though I’ll never feel it, I still like to think of it that way, because it makes me happy. And even though I ended it, even though I was the one who said, “I can’t do this anymore.”

I’ll still miss her. I’ll miss the way she called me darling and the way she said she loved me, in whatever language she chose.

» Posted By Sister Ginger On 09.01.2012 @ 1:05 pm


She tends to call me her darling. Her dove, her baby, all these sweet little nothings virtually whispered in my ear to soothe me and make me feel special. I shouldn’t be so upset, so desperate. After all, I ended it. I left her, because I couldn’t handle the distance between us and I still can’t. She’s in a new country now, a foreign land, and I’ll never be able to be with her.

» Posted By Sister Ginger On 08.31.2012 @ 5:24 am


Salvation? There’s no goddamn salvation, what the fuck is this? There’s no saving this world, we’re all going down the drain, and yes I understand that this is a very negative way to think of things but…shit dude, people are fucking stupid! It’s not that I hate everything, I just hate stupidity and that’s everything. So yeah…I mean….wow. This is sad.

» Posted By Sister Ginger On 08.30.2012 @ 5:32 am


Magazines are the glossed over face of the world, or at least what we perceive it to be. Magazines are supposed to tell us about the world around us, educate and inform. Now it’s just a series of glossy pages vomiting gossip until the pages are wet and sticky with the lies and scandals of the elite. It’s pathetic, really.

» Posted By Sister Ginger On 08.29.2012 @ 5:42 am


I refuse to conform to this pathetic society’s standards of beauty, but I cannot refuse the chance to expand my mind. I refuse to be bullied into submission by the administration, but I cannot refuse the chance to heal my body and my soul in any way I can.

Refusal is not always a choice you can make.

» Posted By Sister Ginger On 08.28.2012 @ 5:55 am


Carbon based life forms running around like chickens with their heads cut off, scrambling for purchase is this pathetic world of other carbon based life forms just like them, with minor differences in appearance and mindset. They’re carbon copies cut from the same jello mold.

I prefer arsenic.

» Posted By Sister Ginger On 08.27.2012 @ 5:32 am


I look at the side of the building, the brick crumbling and decaying like a dusty corpse. It’s amazing, the way people let buildings die like this. Would they let a person, starving in the gutter, decay and fall the same way these buildings do?

Sometimes, that answer is yes. The wrong person ends up with the wrong fate, and nobody bothers to help them. They waste away in the dirt and waste of their peers.

» Posted By Sister Ginger On 08.24.2012 @ 5:30 am


We are all pieces to a puzzle, halves to a whole, we are constantly searching for the other piece or pieces to the puzzle that will fill our need for interaction and connection to the others around us. We are incomplete, we are a prototype, and only with the right parts can we become a finished product.

» Posted By Sister Ginger On 08.22.2012 @ 5:20 am


“Your methods for dealing with conflict are unhealthy, Ms. Mathers. What we’re here to do is find other ways with which to cope with your anger issues in a healthy fashion so that you do not harm yourself or others.”

Cassandra stared at the man in the chair with disgust and fire blazing in her eyes.

» Posted By Sister Ginger On 08.01.2012 @ 7:39 am


I make a statement. Hell, my very existence is a statement. I defy the norms of society in so many ways it’s scary. I like boys and girls, I’m a ginger, I lack basic ladylike manners, I curse like a sailor, but I have morals!

» Posted By Sister Ginger On 07.27.2012 @ 4:34 am


My my one word, aren’t we strange with the words lately?

Music is auxiliary to me. It provides assistance and support both emotionally and creatively. Though I am not a musician, I am clearly a writer and music is wonderful for inspiration. The very idea of music is something to write about.

» Posted By Sister Ginger On 07.14.2012 @ 1:22 pm


It’s amazing, really, how something so big can come from something so small. A gigantic tree can grow from a simple little acorn, as can the ruining of a life come from one tiny white lie. It’s amazing, really. I don’t fully understand how people can jump to such conclusions, but I guess that’sjust the way the seeds grow.

» Posted By Sister Ginger On 06.24.2012 @ 5:20 pm


Nikita tried not to think negatively about things, she always tried to see the positive in everything and everyone she encountered in her life. However, having her car break down on the side of a deserted road with a storm coming in seemed a bit of a hassle. Better yet, her cellphone didn’t have any service. Oh well, she had an umbrella, so if it did start raining while she was looking for help, she had that. She grabbed the black umbrella from the backseat and slid out of the vehicle, praying that she wouldn’t have to search for too long.

» Posted By Sister Ginger On 06.01.2012 @ 6:47 am


I can feel it sometimes. I can feel my bones changing, feel them cracking and twisting and reshaping into a completely new body. I can even feel my thoughts morph. It’s a tickling that I can’t really explain, and it gets kind of dreamy and acid trippy. It’s weird.

» Posted By Sister Ginger On 05.27.2012 @ 5:34 pm


A backspace? Really? That’s the word of the day? How completely worthless.

If only a backspace could work in real life…I’d backspace all the way to before I was as I am now. Or maybe an alternate universe button would be better. Jesus.

» Posted By Sister Ginger On 05.18.2012 @ 9:46 am


Romance? Bah. What’s the point of being romantic anymore? The word has an entirely new meaning to most people. Romantic in the twenty-first century is telling someone you love them through a text message after you went out once. There’s no courtship, there’s no sonnet to woo you, you just get a “Hey cutie, wanna be my gf? <3" and that's it. Then you date, you kiss, you fuck, you break up, and the cycle starts all over. Worthless.

» Posted By Sister Ginger On 05.16.2012 @ 1:56 pm


I am an insect. An insignificant little bug crawling on the face of the earth unnoticed by my peers, walking on blindly to serve their queen. Who is my queen? I do not know. I don’t know what my purpose is. I don’t understand why I’m here, or why I’ve been doomed to be so pathetic and puny. It’s depressing.

» Posted By Sister Ginger On 05.15.2012 @ 9:03 am


To disregard something is to forget, and I have never been able to forget things that people have done to me. It’s extremely difficult to erase the scars and memories of another’s betrayal. I don’t know how, and I’m not sure I want to forget. What if I need to remember? What if there’s a secret in my scars?

» Posted By Sister Ginger On 05.14.2012 @ 8:32 am


People aren’t as advanced as they would like to believe they are. In fact, they’re quite primitive. Everything anyone ever does is done to fufill a basic need, whether that need is physical, emotional, or mental. Carnal desires, hunger, loneliness, people want to sate these things and they need to create more and more things that will sufficiently fill them with satisfactory feelings. It doesn’t work though.

» Posted By Sister Ginger On 05.10.2012 @ 5:26 pm


I have been scorned. My entire life is scorn. Everyone betrays me and makes me feel like I’m nothing. I don’t get it, what did I do in a past life to deserve such a terrible one now? Why me?

I’m awfully whiny, maybe I was a horrible princess in a past life. I like to think I was better than that though. Maybe I was a corrupt Irish female warrior barbarian thing. Do those even exist? Sheesh. I don’t know. Oh well.

» Posted By Sister Ginger On 04.23.2012 @ 1:22 pm

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