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Pouring rain. I’m reading my favorite book. Drinking tea. Storm. Wind. Sadness. The rain pours harder and harder. I’m tired.

» Posted By Be On 06.16.2012 @ 1:36 pm


like in a movie. trailer of my life, a sinopsis. do we all have our own movie? i’d like to think so. we need to be the stars of it, right? because if we’re not… it’s just a french film with nothing going on, just nice music and good photography.

» Posted By Be On 04.27.2011 @ 3:01 pm


I have to admit it, I love chocolate; a lot actually. I will find just about anything to put it on, even cheese, weird I know.

» Posted By Be On 12.05.2010 @ 2:00 pm


The man brought the hammer up in a swift motion the down on the nail in one fluid hit. It was a force that shook the base board as if he had hurt it.

» Posted By Be On 12.04.2010 @ 10:28 pm


She was never a very practical girl. She had always wanted everything she couldn’t have, everything that was bad for her. He was different, he was the good guy, the one that could make her happy.

» Posted By Be On 12.04.2010 @ 12:17 am


I had a bunny once that growled. It was the oddest thing. She was little and white and the meanest thing ever. Her was ,ironically enough, Harmony.

» Posted By Be On 12.02.2010 @ 11:16 pm


dusk comes but once a day and once a day it shall be remembered as the day’s death.

» Posted By be On 05.10.2009 @ 11:43 pm


the floor was tiled in a ligth blueish grey color. I remember my mother picking it out when we moved into the house. What an UGLY color but whatever made her happy. she was sick so we had to do what she wanted. you know? you dont ever want to let someone down. now i love those tiled floors. they remind me of her. its the only memory i have left.

» Posted By be On 07.31.2009 @ 10:42 am



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