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The toughest people are the ones that learn to overcome their deepest darkest fears and face it head on. the toughest person i know faced their fears head on and dint give in they are tough.
» Posted By G On 10.03.2018 @ 8:41 am
I love storing things in my store. Customers come in and look at my stored things and then i tell them about all of the extra storage that I have out the back of my store. Storage is important to me because I can collect things to store.
» Posted By g On 05.08.2018 @ 2:59 pm
I love a good coffee house. Not because I drink coffee. I don’t. But I do love the smell of the place. The chatter of friends getting together. The occasional music on a Friday night of a local group that nobody’s heard of. Oh, and I also love the next best thing to coffee, in my personal opinion- a tall hot chocolate with a splash of toffee nut syrup.
» Posted By G On 02.14.2018 @ 10:40 pm
A new general order ordering all furries to register online before deporting
» Posted By G On 11.22.2017 @ 4:19 pm
“Not again:, he thought. The reporters show up every time this happens. “Will they never forget? Must I hide like this for the rest of my life?”
» Posted By G On 11.21.2017 @ 3:54 pm
He wrote and wrote as fast as he could to beat the timer. Now he has many mistakes to remind him of his haste.
» Posted By G On 11.21.2017 @ 3:45 pm
He’s smiling at me from across the room. I could feel his eyes on me before I even turned my head – I knew they were there already. He’s positively glowing, though I’m not sure if it’s the kindness in his eyes, or the way he smiles, or the dim pink lights of the room against his skin.
» Posted By g On 04.13.2017 @ 1:07 pm
the comedy of life: we play around and sometimes we go deep, behind the silly masks. I see, boring pseudo-quote from Pirandello’s time!
» Posted By G On 04.25.2016 @ 12:54 am
we dance to this lifeless tune
joylessly we spin
I wonder how we manage to twist our words
how we don’t get hurt sooner
deception is an art;
variant of the truth
how many circus acts does one watch in a lifetime?
how many acrobats does one meet?
we toe the strings carefully
perhaps such is how we are to perform in life
» Posted By g On 03.04.2016 @ 6:34 am
Her heart was stolen. Stolen by the boy with the shaggy blonde hair and blue puppy dog eyes. His eyes were deceiving though, for he was no sweet puppy at all, but a ruthless heartbreaker. He stole heart heart and smashed it to pieces like it was a china plate dropped on the hardwood floor.
» Posted By G On 08.10.2015 @ 9:47 am
Headquaters: meeting place or area where stuff is done and plans are made; centeral meeting place
» Posted By G On 06.13.2015 @ 5:45 pm
In class we read abou the Civil Rights movement. In class we read about women’s suffrage. In class we read about labor strikes and rallies and PROTESTS. I never thought I’d be in one. I never thought I’d have something that mattered to me thta much.
» Posted By G On 04.30.2015 @ 4:37 pm
Brings back bad memories.Memories that are bad, but have led to a lot of learning which has led to me taking better and more sensible decisions concerning important life matters.
» Posted By G On 03.16.2015 @ 3:45 am
There was an aura around the place that spelled.. bad news. There was never quite anything I could quite put my finger on. But it smelled of broken dreams.
» Posted By G On 02.05.2015 @ 8:10 pm
It was the endless drive that started to get to him. It was like the world had become stuck on repeat. He was a glitch of endless repetition and boredom. He could see a destination but it remained out of reach.
» Posted By g On 02.03.2015 @ 11:42 am
Tired. Always so tired. Tired of white lies buried so high you never quite reached up to the sky. What happened to all of those promises you were meant to keep? right on the edge of something afraid to fall in deep.
» Posted By G On 11.16.2014 @ 8:22 pm
from fire she grew
» Posted By G On 11.15.2014 @ 4:20 pm
Many things happen at once. She turns, her hair falls over her shoulder, shadows shift and her sweat drips. I try to capture it all with a stick of charcoal.
» Posted By G On 10.11.2014 @ 10:38 am
i hate to live in a word in which people benefit from the act of giving. That is in which investors are self interested and children who are hungry are only fed if they are able
» Posted By g On 08.31.2014 @ 7:10 am
Like an old worn shoe. That’s how I felt. I could see his eyes on her, that young pretty thing. Across from me he sat, detached and elusive such as our fading bonds of matrimony.
» Posted By g On 08.25.2014 @ 6:46 am
he was so loud the last time I saw him,
(laughing and smiling and yelling)
and so quiet the first time
a week later, I almost didn’t
recognize him laying there.
» Posted By G On 07.07.2014 @ 9:24 pm
Loneliness was all around me. That’s what I breathed. What I inhaled. What I exhaled. What I saw. It was everything. Every void space inside of me was filled with that one feeling. It made me cry. I cried every night thanks to loneliness. Cried until my lungs gave out and rancid puke made its way. More like dry heaving. It’s horrible. And I can’t do anything about it. Wherever I am, whoever I’m with, that’s the predominant feeling. Always the predominant feeling. So here I am now complaining about loneliness and why I can’t have it in my life right now. It ruins me.
» Posted By G On 04.29.2014 @ 8:11 pm
I was commissioned the task of dish duty. Wash, rinse, dry, wash, rinse, dry. Tedious indeed. I begin to wonder if they think me capable of anything greater.. My fingers are pruny and I suppose so is my pride. I watch the other more desirable workers start on more important tasks. Yet I suppose my pruny fingers have their place.
» Posted By G On 04.16.2014 @ 4:45 pm
Let me level with you.. this just simply isn’t what I once thought it was… this relationship? Friendship? Is it merely an existence of two souls? Where is the connection that I am so longing for? I feel like I must reach out for you but the distance is ever greater. A sea of unspoken words. Oh friend when did the distance become so great, how do I feel so alone each time we share our spaces?
» Posted By G On 04.14.2014 @ 4:28 pm
I’m wondering about life. Always. Forever wondering about my future, the past… Wondering about all of my forever wonderings. Lost in this endless mind. Quiet.
» Posted By G On 04.08.2014 @ 11:14 am
…well, this is awkward. . . .Layla.
» Posted By g On 03.15.2014 @ 6:45 pm
sorrow. Isn’t that what we confide. Guilt, the guilt of loving, hating, jealousy. Regret, regret letting the wrong ones in. showing the wrong skin, the skin we try so hard to fake.
» Posted By G On 02.10.2014 @ 11:02 am
Lemons. The losers of life’s fruit basket. They are always characterized as what “Life” gives you when it wants to kick you in the pants. Seriously guys, it’s just a citrus fruit, like an orange. Or a grapefruit. Wouldn’t that be poetic
“When life gives you grapefruits, don’t ask why, accept them. Thank life for the fruits it has bestowed upon you.”
» Posted By G On 11.02.2013 @ 6:37 pm
there is was on my forehead. when she did a double take, I knew that she could see it. I was mortified and relieved at the same. FINALLY! There was someone in the world who could see the real me. But what did that frozen look on her face mean?
What do I do? What do I say?
Run? Babble? Put my hat on?
Maybe if I just ignore it, she’ll just think those shrooms that she ate haven’t quite worn off.
Or maybe we should just eat more shrooms.
» Posted By G On 10.15.2013 @ 12:04 am
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The woods were beckoning me to draw closer, closer and closer into their shadows further and further from the group. I took one last glance back as they continued on their merry way seemingly oblivious to my wanderings. I ran.
» Posted By G On 08.12.2013 @ 11:45 am