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Classical is the way someone can behave, it can also be a type of music. Classical music can be very calming to some however some people who like pop might find it boring. To me classical music is kind of boring. Classical can mean so many other meanings that I don’t even know.
» Posted By Holly On 01.14.2019 @ 2:52 pm
The rule of the game was simple. You didn’t need to be fastest, didn’t need to be smartest, you just had to be the toughest. Because only the toughest would escape the Raven’s clutches…
» Posted By Holly On 10.03.2018 @ 5:33 am
The wall was straight vertical, perfect for climbing. Jo jumped as high as she could, hands gripping onto the edge tightly as she pulled herself up. Not too high, but a good look out spot.
» Posted By Holly On 09.26.2018 @ 5:46 am
it’s a curse a trap a virus. it will eat you alive. you want and want and want and the envy of others turns your stomach into a pit of acid. before you know it you have melted into a pool and that’s the end of the better part of you. strangle the green eyed monster!
» Posted By Holly On 05.13.2018 @ 6:50 pm
There isn’t much that I can say about the word “van”. The first thing that comes to mind is a road trip I took with my mom and step-dad when I was 13 years old. We had just moved from California to Idaho, and we decided to drive up to Canada on a whim.
For some crazy reason, my step-dad didn’t think it was a problem to drive into Canada with marijuana bags as window curtains. They searched the van, but of course found nothing. They just assumed he was an old hippie who was trying to make an impression.
» Posted By Holly On 08.18.2016 @ 1:27 pm
the moment he pulled away as my train was about to leave. It could have happened, it didn’t. the moment I opened my degree results and saw the number, eventful. the moment I realised my father had been living with another woman for two years before the divorce, eventful.
» Posted By holly On 08.03.2015 @ 10:18 pm
sixty barrels of strawberries at the farmers market, all red shining, perfect because the imperfect ones were tossed out, arranged in a row. Seen through new glasses they even have the sticker still on,a new world sharp but blurry. Indistinct.
» Posted By Holly On 07.19.2015 @ 11:36 am
Empathy. A word that is being presented to me quite a bit lately. Something that I feel I have expressed to the point of personal angst for others. Something I could learn more about.
» Posted By Holly On 05.06.2015 @ 6:30 pm
There was no simple way to put it, the offerings were poor.
The hotel itself was nice. There was a bar. And a pool. In fact, there was a bar in the pool.
But the rooms left a lot to be desired.
» Posted By Holly On 01.21.2015 @ 6:03 pm
Tofu was certainly the blandest food in existance, Susie decided. But it added a certain something to her plate of pad thai and she wasn’t sure she would like it so much if the tofu wasn’t there. It was a little frustrating to have to admit that her worldview on food couldn’t be black and white, but there it was.
» Posted By Holly On 11.27.2014 @ 5:05 pm
In the kitchen, with my sister Bridget. The light was yellow and warm, just like the butter she pulled out of the microwave gingerly. With dread, I realized I had made a mistake – put the cinnamon sugar mix into the dough instead of rolling the dough in it. She quickly removed it all as best as she could, laughing at my mistake. The wild girl who said hi to strangers was different in the kitchen. She was careful, observant, gentle.
» Posted By Holly On 11.26.2014 @ 4:54 pm
Just when she starting speaking, the lights went out. That was what happened when it got windy in her neighbourhood – every time, without fail. Now nobody was paying attention to anything she had to say because they had to go find candles and flashlights. By the time that happened, the moment passed and everybody began to discuss how they’d get dinner together without power, and how long it would take for the power to return.
» Posted By Holly On 11.24.2014 @ 11:29 pm
I guess the easiest way to solving problems is to work your way into the very center of it all, and work out from there. But sometimes the centerpiece is easily disguised as an insignificant detail or as a memory that should have been forgotten long ago, but still haunts silently.
» Posted By Holly On 11.22.2014 @ 6:52 am
The centerpiece on the table was made of roses and baby’s breath. It had taken her hours to configure it. In the beginning, she’d had all of these grand ideas of what she wanted to do, and she’d bought all of these flowers to do it. But in the end nothing had looked right and she went back to the simple things, and that meant roses. Red roses, white roses, and baby’s breath.
» Posted By Holly On 11.21.2014 @ 11:22 am
Eleven days until I have to leave. Then I can go on an adventure. I’m going to a new place where everything is upside down and backwards. Yes, I decided to do it. It’s fun. Why else would anybody do anything? I don’t like predictability. It’s boring. I don’t like to be bored.
» Posted By Holly On 11.18.2014 @ 3:44 pm
Oh, I know all too well what it means to be the underdog. You always have the upper hand. You manipulate my emotions, you make it clear that you don’t love me, you won’t love me, you can’t love me. Yet you give me just enough to hold on to, to give me a glimmer of false hope that keeps me from starting something new. But not this time. I will not chase you to end up on the sidelines yet again, watching you live in your glory while I try to taste you on other people’s lips.
» Posted By Holly On 10.03.2014 @ 5:33 pm
First thought goes directly to god. Like ‘he/she’ has a choice whether to be merciful or not. I do hope not, because he would clearly therefore be a merciless being. Merciful suggests to me the idea that someone could be merciless. I don’t like the word, either of them, merciful or merciless – one human with power over another..
» Posted By Holly On 09.20.2014 @ 2:42 pm
Eiri swung her sword, desperate to hit Taran. He danced aside easily and batted her sword aside as easily as a cat would swat a fly. She bit back a furious cry and, before she knew what was happening, she hit the floor hard.
» Posted By Holly On 09.14.2014 @ 10:29 am
Ocean hair is wild
I breathe easy in Brooklyn
easier to dance and sing here
but I prefer the buzz in the air
» Posted By Holly On 08.27.2014 @ 6:19 pm
The dry terrain of my concrete jungle was contradictory. A land of opportunity that is so arid seems strange – abundance of skyscrapers and hot sidewalks doesn’t comfort me in my quest to rest my soul.
» Posted By Holly On 08.26.2014 @ 12:59 pm
Like a gust of wind, you swept up the leaves in the corners of my mind and my heart to make room for something new. Of course, like the windy autumn, my heart has been prepared for snow.
» Posted By Holly On 08.25.2014 @ 9:36 pm
Magical. Difficult to understand. I find that I am drawn to things I can’t fully understand. These things fascinate me, and I find so much beauty in things unclear.
» Posted By Holly On 08.18.2014 @ 4:21 pm
I haven’t been so nervous lately. Asking questions when I need to, and not caring about whether it’s making me look stupid. Walking into class with my head up, dancing with the first group for the combination in ballet. Honestly, this all started happening when you told me to think about you when my heart starts to beat quickly and my breath is shaky. I’ve always been brave. But I still hope if you leave, I can stay this way.
» Posted By Holly On 08.17.2014 @ 9:07 am
Style is very individual. To style someone else (to be a stylist) is a huge responsibility. You are responsible for figuring out who they are and translating that into a physical medium that they can show the world.
» Posted By Holly On 08.16.2014 @ 8:07 am
“Simple, but hard” the teacher says. In ballet class today, a light rain left patterns all over the windows that let in gray light from outside. I love the way the piano sounds on a gloomy morning. I’m dripping with sweat twenty minutes in, but I don’t mind.
» Posted By Holly On 08.13.2014 @ 7:30 pm
I love washing dishes. It’s the one household chore that I enjoy. Something about it is oddly therapeutic. Maybe because it involves running water. Water is sacred, spiritual… that is something else I don’t quite understand yet know for sure is true.
» Posted By Holly On 08.12.2014 @ 5:25 pm
I’ve spent the past few weeks discovering you. At first, you were just a name in my phone, a friend of a friend. Now you’re what makes me happy. What I think about when I feel scared or lost. You are my favorite song, my leather journal.
» Posted By Holly On 08.11.2014 @ 6:36 pm
“I want to see if he’s good enough for you.”
“Don’t you remember what I said about not being able to measure people like you can with numbers?”
“No. I don’t. Because that’s bs. You’re better than a lot of people I know.”
I realized he had a point.
» Posted By Holly On 08.10.2014 @ 9:24 pm
I feel entitled to everyone else’s insides. I always find myself expecting too much from other people. There’s no half way with me- I want it all, I expect it all. If a relationship is not deep, if I do not share the all of my soul with you, it is difficult for me to put any effort into it at all. This is hard for others to understand, and it makes me look at relationships in a strange light.
» Posted By Holly On 08.09.2014 @ 9:26 pm
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I feel entitled to everyone else’s insides. I always find myself expecting too much from other people. There’s no half way with me- I want it all, I expect it all. If a relationship is not deep, if I do not share the depths of my soul with you, it is difficult for me to put any effort into it at all.
» Posted By Holly On 08.09.2014 @ 9:25 pm