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I hate this word. I have been a liar – even to spare someones feelings and it doesn’t feel good. I try to make my child understand the DANGER of the rep of being a liar, but I am not sure he gets it. Lying is so bad and damaging. Please make it stop!!!
» Posted By megan On 07.03.2018 @ 9:31 pm
Greens. Green is my favorite color. A real, true green. Grass. New beginnings. smells, variations, peace. Green grounds me and makes me breathe. I love it. and greens! : )
» Posted By Megan On 07.02.2018 @ 9:43 pm
» Posted By Megan On 05.31.2018 @ 9:08 am
spiky spikes, like fences, or barbed wire. Friendly spikes – I’m picturing a boy in a dinasour suit c.f. where the wild things are. A spiky perosnality, somenone is frosty, spiky on the outside but not in?
» Posted By Megan On 04.08.2018 @ 3:25 pm
Yesterday there was more conflict than I was comfortable with. I kept going from trying to be a turtle and disappear to acting way more confident and chill than I’ve ever been. Yes, I had my head up my ass last week and got nothing done, so I probably deserved it, but still, I can’t deal.
» Posted By Megan On 03.06.2018 @ 8:56 am
Yesterday there was more conflict than I was comfortable with. I kept going from trying to be a turtle and disappear to acting way more confident and chill than I’ve ever been.
» Posted By Megan On 03.06.2018 @ 8:55 am
The children’s hospital where my sister and I saw our endo. was old and grungey. The walls were a yellowing brown colour and the floor was covered in skid marks. Paper cut-outs of cartoon characters covered the walls, and our doctor could barely speak a word of English.
» Posted By Megan On 02.06.2018 @ 2:46 pm
I’m starting to feel so ancient. Is language dead? Or am I using the wrong one? Why do you feel so far away? Please come back, I love you Xiu Xie
» Posted By Megan On 07.15.2017 @ 7:28 pm
If I was a man, would I want a beard? If I did want one, would I be able to grow one? Probably not, that seems to be the way the world works for me, I’m not able to get what I want. I like the idea, but let’s be honest, it wouldn’t work.
» Posted By Megan On 03.29.2017 @ 3:56 am
the eighth dwarf who got voted off/out of the cottage before Snow White showed up for never actually doing anything, just sitting around wishing for stuff to happen. I feel a bit like Wishful the dwarf sometimes.
» Posted By Megan On 03.19.2017 @ 3:14 am
stare ahead to see what’s behind, stare away from the solid line. stare at the end when you think of where you’re coming from. Stare at me and we’ll be back there again. But don’t cross the line and don’t close your eyes, I’ll stare into yours and you’ll stare into mine.
» Posted By Megan On 01.24.2017 @ 7:55 am
It’s one of those times that the emotion just appears out of nowhere. it’s a comet, it’s come and it’s gone and I haven’t a clue what to do when it comes, lost when it’s there, confused when it’s gone. where did it come from? Did someone send? I don’t know, I’m probably just tired. But it’s a comet and it’s almost hit us but we’ve survived.
» Posted By Megan On 01.11.2017 @ 5:52 am
Resolve means to be determined. To have grit. To put your mind to it and just do it. To make a plan and stick to it. To do. To be sure. To get it done. To be mindful and purposeful. To change. To be strong. To understand your purpose. Resolve means to decide on your course of action and stick to it.
» Posted By Megan On 01.01.2017 @ 7:34 pm
others have seen many different sides of me and I often wonder how many other sides I’ve seen of them. how many of us are displaying one personality while thinking about another one. we are all others.
» Posted By Megan On 12.25.2016 @ 9:44 pm
I am struggling to get my degree when I don’t know what I will do with it or how it will further my life. degrees are a status symbol it seems. I am terrified that I will end up with something useless and wasted my life.
» Posted By Megan On 09.25.2016 @ 10:14 pm
“Dating? How do I even begin to understand the concept of this whole ‘dating’ thing?” Grace said, flabbergasted. She was never one to look at a boy, not even during class when the substitute didn’t know what era during history she was supposed to teach. Not that Grace ever minded’ she was too busy reading her sci-fi fanfiction.
» Posted By Megan On 08.05.2016 @ 7:32 am
“That was graceful” I thought, pushing myself back up off the ground. I looked around to see if anyone had noticed and of course I could see Michael Clifford laughing at my misfortune. Thankfully he seemed to be the only who’d seen it but I had no doubt that he’d tell anyone who gave him the opportunity.
» Posted By megan On 07.20.2016 @ 2:50 pm
Right away. With out delay. The power of feelings. the difference between a moment ago and now.
» Posted By Megan On 01.06.2016 @ 8:57 am
What’s the scariest part of any shark? Is it the teeth? The gaping jaws of death?
Maybe it’s the fin. The most distinctive part of the shark which spells approaching doom for whoever sees it.
» Posted By Megan On 11.29.2015 @ 1:22 am
“We might have been if not for…”
“He might have noticed the signs but…”
“You might be better off without…”
The might of such a word as might is almost as bad as almost’s.
» Posted By Megan On 11.08.2015 @ 6:15 am
There was always something about that watch.
He’d last seen it somewhere else, he was sure – but he couldn’t quite remember – not that it mattered in any way at all. It was just another pretty, overly expensive watch on display. Or so he told himself, as he walked home feeling the weight of his empty wallet.
There it was again. The watch which got him to get his shit together all those years ago – because if you can’t afford a decent watch on sale with an almost-outrageous discount, your life sucks, he thought to himself and his empty beer bottle in the hovel he called home late that night long ago.
It was in desperate need of some reparation, but he figured that if he could fix his life, he could damn well fix that watch.
So he did.
» Posted By Megan On 11.03.2015 @ 5:49 am
Statues are always greying and covered with bird poo, and sometimes you just look at them and wonder… why. why did someone go into the bother of making it? what purpose does it serve? why didn’t they scrap the whole thing and go eat cake
» Posted By Megan On 09.20.2015 @ 7:52 am
As the flickering light of the lit candle illuminated the dimly lit room, she cried.She cried as he continued to explain how he has always loved her despite all she’s done, despite the other man, and he will love her still even though he is dead.
» Posted By megan On 09.11.2015 @ 12:50 pm
It was the strangest sensation, hitting a woman in public I mean. Having gone to a Catholic all girl’s high school, I know for a fact this was, let’s just say odd. But it was great because I was right. The things Cordellia Evans said about women had no right being said aloud.
» Posted By Megan On 08.30.2015 @ 10:07 am
I live farther from you than your mother. But I am further for
You in my mind. My car may trav farther than me but I am further along. My dog is running farther from me but he is further from my mind. The way to the meeting is farther from my desk that further from my thinking. I am farther from Florida but I am further from liking pineapple. For it is a gross fruit of a disgusting yellow color.
» Posted By Megan On 08.26.2015 @ 11:57 am
why is this such a big deal? blame genetics. blame society, man’s vanity. but we still put so much thought into what is or isn’t “attractive”. why? because humans love beautiful things. in a world which seems to be lacking happiness in many forms, we turn to physical beauty to ease our eyestrain from the daily ugly.
» Posted By Megan On 06.19.2015 @ 8:03 am
She liked to start fights, to push people to the edge and test their limits. Oh, the joy, the power it sent rushing through her bones. She liked to cause feeling, to cause rise, to see where her words and actions could send her. Perhaps, she thought once, it was a type of insecurity. Perhaps, she thought once, she didn’t care much at all what type of anything it was but simply if she could do it.
» Posted By Megan On 06.01.2015 @ 8:20 pm
I strained against the pressure of his 14 inch cock inside of my tight vagina.God, it hurt.
» Posted By Megan On 04.14.2015 @ 11:11 am
Something tightly sealed
» Posted By megan On 03.05.2015 @ 9:59 am
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The girl had been studying day and night, nothing else seemed to matter. She wasn’t passionate about school, but it seemed like the only thing that would allow her to be happy in life. To get an education. We’ve all fallen into this trap.
» Posted By megan On 01.24.2015 @ 2:29 pm