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“Steady,” he said, holding her hand as she tiptoed her away across the log. The stream was far from the raging torrent it had been during the storms last month, but the memory alone was enough to make him clutch her little fingers tighter. “You’re almost there.”
» Posted By Tressa On 02.28.2017 @ 1:13 pm
and it’s slow, and painful, and the end is so far beyond your fingertips you think the pads of your thumb may never brush it, but it’s coming. Has anyone ever said recovery is easy? To recover is to rebuild with no materials, no blueprints, no idea. The architect is lost, so, so lost, but they are still an architect, and architects build.
» Posted By Tressa On 11.19.2016 @ 8:31 am
like fans. okay so fans. mulan saves china because of a fan, okay. that is to this day the most badass thing i have ever seen anyone do with a fan. even though that fan will forever be ruined, she saved china and killed the leader of the huns by hitting him with a giant firecracker that set off a bunch of other firecrackers and effectively ensured that broken bits of his flaming body, if they weren’t disintegrated, would rain down on a cheering China and Shang attempting to be smooth with Mulan.
» Posted By Tressa On 10.12.2015 @ 8:43 pm
the formula for life is simple, so very simple. carbon and oxygen and phosphorus, but most of all love. scientists spend their time crunching numbers and picking at amino acids, when in reality the secret to the warmth which radiates from our fingertips, the glowing eyes that reveal our innermost thoughts, is the very thing that cannot be created except from itself. love gives birth to love, yes, but oh it gives birth to so much else as well.
» Posted By Tressa On 10.08.2015 @ 7:37 pm
beauty is intriguing in the way a fire is. it draws you in, slowly, slowly, as to not let you know you are burned until it is too late, your skin has taken the ash black texture of a charred coal, your eyes are dazzled by the flickers of light, overwhelming, painful. you can no longer remember what is was like before you were so intrigued, and such is its beauty.
» Posted By Tressa On 10.04.2015 @ 5:29 pm
“this shit is bland,” carlos dumps the dark liquid into the sink. “back in Montana, this is the stuff we’d give to the little kiddies. i dont know how you manage to survive so many nights on somethin’ this weak.” he pulled out a bag of suspiciously white, suspiciously powderlike “secret ingredients”. “Put this in instead. It’ll liven you right up.”
» Posted By Tressa On 08.06.2015 @ 6:50 pm
sleep is a foreign sensation to me at this point. i have stayed up for some many nights perfecting this manuscript that my bed has become a mistress of the past, long forgotten as i slave over this single scrap of parchment that will hopefully hold my life stories. my eyes burn from looking at the computer screen, my shoulders ache from sitting up for so long, i stare at the blue hurtling across the surface to reach the finish line.
» Posted By Tressa On 08.01.2015 @ 10:01 pm
the statue is all I have left of her. It’s cold, and lonely, and overall unimpressive as statues can go. It doesn’t even look like her. It doesn’t have her warmth, or her smile, or the gentle caress of her fingers through my hair during a particularly bad nightmare. god knows whoever chose it was off his rocker that day because that statue, without a doubt, bears no resemblance to the woman my mother used to be.
» Posted By Tressa On 07.30.2015 @ 5:45 pm
She always peels her oranges. It’s the logical thing to do, since how are you going to eat an orange that has the peel on it? Preposterous, right? The peel’s thick and rough and flaked with little bits of white membrane on the underside–definitely not fit for human consumption. But apparently not enough to stop a hungry 3 year old.
» Posted By Tressa On 07.27.2015 @ 3:53 pm
i broke my leg on a swing once. not doing anything heroic like running into a burning building or scoring the winning goal in a soccer game. but i did break my leg falling off a swing. funny thing about being a kid, i guess.
» Posted By tressa On 03.06.2012 @ 10:56 pm
I’ve never been embraced the way you embrace me. I feel so unbelievably safe, it almost makes me want to run. I can’t sleep without your arms around me, I can’t dream without your body against mine. I love you, embrace me forever.
» Posted By Tressa On 06.13.2011 @ 5:29 pm
Driven to the edge my friend. Driven till it burns. Driven to leave and too low to go.
» Posted By Tressa On 06.14.2010 @ 10:47 pm
Knot, I’m all in knots. Trying to make it work, tangeling myself up into a knot. I can’t unravel it. I must walk away from my knot….
» Posted By Tressa On 09.10.2009 @ 5:13 am
Whoa! The perfect word to describe what I’m feeling. Is it anxiety? Well its not good. Its time for change. How sad. I wish it didn’t have to come. However, self preservation is a neccessity.
» Posted By Tressa On 09.07.2009 @ 7:28 pm
Bleep!!! Bleepity bleep blop bloop! I’m sooo pissed and what I really want to say is “Bleepity bleepin, stupid mother bleep! Why would you bleepin do that!? You insuferable BLEEP!”
» Posted By Tressa On 09.05.2009 @ 4:38 pm
My fate is unknown, yet it also seems doomed. How is this so? I must make it so. I must work to free myself of my perceived doom. Everyday breath, work, pray, love. Strength.
» Posted By Tressa On 08.30.2009 @ 6:27 pm
To be a teacher. To watch one thrive on their own. To be there to encourage independant thought. To learn as you teach. Is there anything more rewarding, more exciting, to watch, to foster growth?
» Posted By Tressa On 08.28.2009 @ 12:10 pm
I’m assuming you will be home soon. You said you would. I’m getting bored and tired and hungry waiting. I hope I get dinner out of this. Please hurry before I go to nap. :)
» Posted By Tressa On 08.26.2009 @ 4:22 pm
In my habitat I can rome. Free and naked if I please. Clothed and hidden if I please. In my habitat I am warm, I am safe and I am left to my vices and my habits where no one may judge or bother me.
» Posted By Tressa On 08.25.2009 @ 4:47 am
The gong rings, it centers me. I don’t speak, I don’t think. I feel its resonence (spelling?) go through my body. I smell fresh air I feel calm and warm. At peace. Nothing. Bliss.
» Posted By Tressa On 08.17.2009 @ 4:49 pm
My favorite pastime is drinking milk. That’s not true I’m free associating. I actually can’t think of my favorite pastime because I’m watching the green bar move slowly across the screen. It’s stressful to watch. My favorite pastime is cooking.
» Posted By Tressa On 08.14.2009 @ 7:08 am
The radio buzzes in my ear. I want it off and it just keeps buzzing. I turn the dial all the while buzzing. I walk away and it buzzes it never stops its always humming in my ear.
» Posted By Tressa On 08.12.2009 @ 6:19 am
Pie the filling seems like the easy part…its the crust, the crust is the most important part…the part that the women in my family always ruin! Always make your pie crust with butter…always…Crisco is an abomination…
» Posted By Tressa On 10.12.2009 @ 6:47 pm
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Oh how I wish I had an apron…there is one at sur la table….I don’t know if that’s how you spell it…any way, it is polka dotted… and is trimmed to look as though it has a mini skirt with ruffles below the waste. I want it.
» Posted By Tressa On 10.03.2009 @ 1:45 pm