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There was a time in my life where the person I am today would solely feel like a messenger constantly moving from one place to the next without thinking, without the repercussions and without feeling that I am mistaken. I wish I could change the narrative I wish I wasn’t who this description of a person truly embodies.
» Posted By Christina On 06.29.2018 @ 12:02 am
One day, I was sitting in a cozy coffeehouse. I was attempting to finish an essay that was assigned to me weeks ago. My procrastination caused me to hold it off till the last moment.
» Posted By christina On 02.14.2018 @ 7:10 pm
IT IS THE WEEK BEFORE THE NEW YEAR AND ALL OF THE RESOLUTIONS ARE IN PLAY, THIS YEAR ITS GARUNTEED THAT AT LEAST 99% OF EVERYONE SAYS THEY WANT TO TRY TO BE HEALTHY THIS YEAR, EAT HEALTHY, WORK OUT, AND BE THE HEALTHIEST VERSIONS OF THEMSELVES… BUT HOW LONG WILL IT LAST???
» Posted By CHRISTINA On 12.25.2017 @ 6:25 pm
the bag of chips is unopened yelled my friend. i went and opened the chips for her then we ate them while watching the rest of our movie. the unopened chips were now opened.
» Posted By Christina On 09.12.2017 @ 9:58 am
This was it. Standing at the top of the bridge, I knew I had no other choice. I needed to jump, to show myself I was alive. To show myself that I was capable of doing it. If I was going to die anyway, I might as well figure out how to live first. I’ve never been able to live. I spent my whole life in fear of the jump. So here it was.
» Posted By Christina On 04.07.2017 @ 11:30 am
I was clean. I thought I was. But my head was filled with loneliless. I couldn’t think one straight thought. I didn’t need to. I was cought up in my own world, no way out, no way in. All my life was a lie.
» Posted By chRIsTinA On 08.22.2016 @ 5:55 am
a box, a door, a cabinet – physically locked
heart, feelings, openness – emotionally locked
the longer it’s been locked, the easier to forget what was inside
it’s still there
it’s still beautiful
» Posted By christina On 08.17.2016 @ 7:06 am
she was graceful in the way she moved and danced and talked. She was the most beautiful woman in the world and she knew how to be a woman. She grew up a woman and she was so elegant and everyone knew her as that. She knew no other way to be. Her name was Ana she ordered people around and knew how to take a stand. She wouldn’t let anyone tell her what to do and she knew who she was.
» Posted By Christina On 07.21.2016 @ 2:36 pm
He had a nice smile.
I should have realized that something was wrong right there. I never notice that sort of thing, yet here I was, admiring the easy curve of his lips, the glimpse of white teeth.
Glamour. It’s a pain in the rear.
» Posted By Christina On 07.17.2016 @ 10:51 pm
she was unhealthy as the next young girl ou drank too much ate too much junk food. Her brain was messed up and the nonly thing she turned to as abusing her body as an escape from this horrible world. She even
» Posted By Christina On 06.17.2016 @ 2:40 pm
she was so unhealthy through mind and body. She would cry every night wishing he loved her and wishing she was perfect the way he wanted hr to be. Her mind was messed and so was her body. Unhealthy was an understatement. If only she could see she was bautiful
» Posted By christina On 06.17.2016 @ 2:23 pm
Unhealthy is not just physical it ca also be mental so do what you love and eat what you want lif is too short to be anything but happybe happy healthy and positive. My goal is
» Posted By christina On 06.17.2016 @ 2:20 pm
You speak as if you are higher above everyone else when in reality you are not. Nobody is better than anyone.
To hell with thinking you deserve the special treatment, the fancy clothes, the brand-new car.
To hell with believing you are so much greater and all-powerful just because of your ranking.
You know, you make me sick. Everything about you that I once saw in a positive light has re-shaped. And now you really make me sick.
» Posted By Christina On 04.24.2016 @ 6:08 pm
I can’t deny how I feel for you. It may be wrong, it may be unprecedented, it may be the scariest thing I could ever imagine but it’s there. It’s there and it’s too great to ignore. So I will formulate a collection of my deepest and darkest secrets in melodies that remind me of you. Embedded in their meanings I hope mine resonates.
Feeling this way, this heart-coming-up-my-throat way, this my-head-is-going-to-explode-from-thinking-of-you way, this tongue-twister, this my-hands-are-trembling, this curling into a ball of desire. My incessant emotions have consumed me.
Society wants me to go back where I “belong”. You know, that out of sight out of mind “logic”. How the hell can I turn them off? Even if I knew how I wouldn’t. I know deep down I don’t want to.
What is so beautiful but yet so eccentric is that the whole “love” thing seems so impossible until it is within you. While a piece of me is forever holding a place for you, I can only dream you are in turn holding a place for me.
» Posted By Christina On 04.18.2016 @ 8:18 pm
How I wish I could turn our love song into the melodic arrangement of words that once caused me to feel that heart-tugging, overwhelming, never-ending sense of connectedness with you. Where my stream of consciousness melted with yours, our lungs rising and collapsing along with the rhythm. They always said we were inseparable; unbreakable. The idea that our slamming hips could turn into slammed doors was unthinkable until it was. And now, battered and tangled, our mixtape is shattered, the memory of what was never to be attained again.
» Posted By Christina On 04.18.2016 @ 7:57 pm
The exact moment of life can stop at any time. We are here on earth only for a little time. No one knows the exact day or time they will pass but it still is very scary. God put you on earth at the exact moment to live a purpose.
» Posted By Christina On 01.04.2016 @ 11:17 am
There is a reason to do exactly one thing at a time. The way we are suppose to do things take time and patience. Sometimes we want to rush and get through the day but looking back when you rush through life you don’t see the little things.
» Posted By Christina On 01.04.2016 @ 11:10 am
With my hand shaking as I writhed and moaned, I wrote my last few words on the paper. The zombie virus slowly coursed through my veins as I managed to pen down my final words.
“… Make me your test subject so I can help people. As a protector, let me fulfill my final duty to my friends and family.”
I addressed it to my best friend, a lab scientist, and sighed as I felt the light in my eyes go out.
» Posted By Christina On 10.17.2015 @ 10:46 am
One day I was eating some Swedish Fish and wondered what sort of thing you’d catch if you put one on a hook. I think you’d catch a mermaid. She’d be angry that you’d tricked her with sweet candy and you’d be dumbfounded about what to do with her.
Or maybe you’d catch a merman. I’m thinking of a lake.
» Posted By Christina On 07.22.2015 @ 10:32 am
Nothing like those notebooks with the speckled black and white covers, although they come in other variations now. But I do miss the sheer bizarre quality of the tables on the back cover. Sure, there’s the times tables and such but I want Apothecary’s Weight! And I might need to know how many pecks equal a bushel or whichever!
» Posted By Christina On 06.23.2015 @ 1:25 pm
this strain again, the strain of a million air particles pushing against walls but cannot seep through. The air pressure is gaining weight, it presses down on every student as they hunch over their exam papers. Sweating bullets.
» Posted By Christina On 04.13.2015 @ 1:02 pm
straining to meet the edge of the cliffside, she pulled every muscle to make the ends meet — but they would not meet. With a sad look, she let the branch go and with her fell the prophecies that had gone to waste with her passing.
» Posted By Christina On 04.13.2015 @ 12:55 pm
The old rocker isn’t actually old, just designed to look that way. But it does have a cushion covered in cat fur and a cat to go with it. Don’t disturb him when he’s sitting on it, by the way. He doesn’t find that amusing at all.
» Posted By Christina On 04.10.2015 @ 8:54 am
The gardener was old and grizzled and walked with a slight stoop that belied the strength revealed by how easily he hefted the heavy shovel and other tools of his trade. He was a man of few words and seemed slightly sinister and you could imagine him burying a body in that rose garden but he was really a gentle soul who’d do no such thing. First impressions can be dangerous.
» Posted By Christina On 04.09.2015 @ 10:01 am
My challenge is to show mercy to my own circumstances as well as those circumstances that don’t belong to me.
» Posted By Christina On 01.01.2015 @ 7:51 am
Ability to compromise.
» Posted By Christina On 09.28.2014 @ 5:30 am
This is my land, my place. My trace, my fate. I can’t let go, I can’t let go – ich hatte schon seltsame Songtexte gehört, aber der hier übertraf alles. Ich kicherte ein wenig, dann legte ich die CD wieder zurück ins Regal.
» Posted By chRIsTinA On 08.26.2014 @ 12:30 pm
Ich fühlte mich benutzt. War ich nur der Handlanger in diesem schmutzigen Coup gewesen? Jimmy hätte mich wenigstens warnen können. Ich hätte genauso gut die Geisel spielen können. Oder wäre meine Angst dann nicht mehr authentisch gewesen? Trotzdem: Scheiß Kerl.
» Posted By chRIsTinA On 08.24.2014 @ 9:50 pm
Wenn ich nur wüsste, wo ich meine Brille – ah, da ist sie ja! Wo du dich immer rumtreibst, mein kleines Nasenfahrrad! Nun denn, es ist an der Zeit, weiter zu machen. Frankenstein baut sich ja nicht von selbst! Ha, das wird ein Spaß!
» Posted By chRIsTinA On 08.23.2014 @ 10:57 am
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Wenn die so blöd gucken, brauchen die sich nicht wundern, wennse weggekommen!, rief mein Opa, als wir an einer Gruppe teetrinkender Türken vorbeigingen. Es war die Zeit der Gastarbeiter und das Wort Migrationshintergrund war noch nicht erfunden.
» Posted By chRIsTinA On 08.21.2014 @ 9:37 pm