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high maybe wobbly twin towers burn terrorists falling bodies
desktop computer i don’t want to work in an office
» Posted By t On 05.24.2016 @ 10:47 am
im not sure what a monster is anymore. is a monster someone who does things to put themselves a head and leaves others behind? Perhaps im a monster. I know monsters exist but i constantly fight with the idea that i might too be a monster. what does one do if you know?
» Posted By t On 01.27.2016 @ 3:26 pm
Love this site.
» Posted By t On 11.25.2015 @ 11:01 am
My heart. Protected. Reinforced. I don’t let down my guard or gate for just anyone. But once you are inside these walls, you are protected forever. Until death do us part. I guarantee I’ll be the one still alive and smiling at your failure.
» Posted By t On 11.25.2015 @ 11:01 am
She fought hard. She won. It was the greatest moment of her life, and then she was gone, dead, perhaps. Gone.
» Posted By T On 09.23.2015 @ 6:16 pm
Falling. Down. Down. Down. There’s a way up, off. around. Has to be. This can not be it. I will not give in to what falls. Drops. Diminishes. I will rise. Fast. Full. Inspired. Always up. Always onward.
» Posted By t On 07.15.2015 @ 9:58 am
it is smoke and fog together, it appeared during the victorian times.
» Posted By T On 02.27.2015 @ 7:44 am
blank slate, the form in which a mind enters into this world. It can learn anything and be taught by anyone. The blank slate of the mind is a breeding ground for all the future of the individual. It can lead in all directions and it is near impossible to tell which one.
» Posted By t On 01.01.2015 @ 4:38 pm
I fell in love four months ago. Nothing has changed.
» Posted By t On 11.29.2014 @ 11:32 pm
dette er en test om hvor grådig man kan være. heldigvis er den på norsk, og dermed skal vi se om jeg får improvisert noe om dette. Det håper jeg.
Knut var supergrådig, men kun på én ting: Lefser. Dette var ikke noe særlig, ettersom han var kongen av LEfseland, og alle hans undersåtter elsket lefser! En dag bestemte Knut
» Posted By t On 10.14.2014 @ 10:15 am
interpersonal communication is regarded as “inevitable, irreversible and unrepeatable”. it is too late to be apologetic for what has already been said and done.
» Posted By t On 10.06.2014 @ 7:22 pm
I am thankful to have an unfounded relationship. I don’t want to know his past, and he doesn’t ask of mine. All we know is us, us right now.
» Posted By t On 08.20.2014 @ 12:17 am
and soon I will be sitting beside you on the metro headed towards our first big adventure, our first public appearance. what a show it will be.
» Posted By t On 08.07.2014 @ 9:32 pm
Isn’t it strange to think we spend so much of our lives worrying, and by the time the anticipated event passes, those worries flee our minds until the next occasion.
» Posted By t On 08.07.2014 @ 11:23 am
I have never been like this before. On one hand I feel stupid and vulnerable, but on the other hand I want to enjoy this feeling while it lasts. Some things, some people, are just too good to be true.
» Posted By t On 08.06.2014 @ 4:24 pm
Nobody has looked into my eyes, held me close until the morning, kissed my head and touched my heart like you. Nobody has made me this happy, smiled so sweetly or laughed the way you do. There truly is nobody like you.
» Posted By t On 08.05.2014 @ 6:44 pm
I chose to numb myself to ensure freedom of pain. I take each step with caution and analyze every interaction. I am observant but not talented in the field of expression which leaves my thoughts to outweigh my words. I find comfort in writing because ideas become clear when given a chance to form.
» Posted By t On 07.27.2014 @ 11:33 pm
I genuinely, genuinely care and that scares me.
» Posted By t On 07.27.2014 @ 11:10 pm
I have never seen myself like this.
» Posted By t On 07.27.2014 @ 10:52 pm
You live in someone’s world, just not the real world.
» Posted By t On 07.11.2014 @ 1:51 am
the people I have cared about the most do not exist anymore
» Posted By t On 07.11.2014 @ 1:20 am
This is not my happy place, not in the least. This is a place where I become translucent — my thoughts and worries are expressed and the body surrounding them becomes clear. This is where I metamorph into my words.
» Posted By t On 07.11.2014 @ 12:53 am
you do not see me for the rings under my eyes, you do not see me for the weight of my body, the scars on my stomach, the spaces between my teeth. is my thinking illogical, or is my reflection a distortion?
» Posted By t On 07.10.2014 @ 2:00 am
you do not see me for the rings under my eyes, you do not see me for the weight of my body, the scars on my stomach, the spaces between my teeth. is my thinking illogical, or is my reflection a distortortion?
» Posted By t On 07.10.2014 @ 1:58 am
So high in the air, lifting providing support for all that falls upon it. How can it offer such strength when they are mere timbers faceted, anchored only to each other, simple, because they work together.
» Posted By T On 07.02.2014 @ 7:13 pm
It’s always unsettling to be the last in the office. Our particular building is a waterfront property converted from an old factor. Beautiful from the outside, upsetting from within.
It became doubly so when I heard the rattling from the vents.
» Posted By T On 06.18.2014 @ 3:12 pm
I share my pain in the slyest of ways. Deep between the one-liners I hide the fullest meanings.
» Posted By t On 06.04.2014 @ 3:10 am
I know what day I’m going to die.
» Posted By t On 05.22.2014 @ 1:37 am
because even in the silence I still believe you are there.
» Posted By t On 05.15.2014 @ 1:50 am
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The breath flushed from my lungs in a flurry of severe panic. For just a moment, I swore it was all gone.
» Posted By t On 05.15.2014 @ 12:52 am