The room was full of a very odd light. It stumbled across the tables and empty chairs like a toddler. How was it supposed to know where to go? James ran his finger across the top of a dusty table hesitantly. He shouldn’t have come here. He thought he didn’t have a choice, but he did. And he chose wrong.
Did he, though?
The light changed in an instant, and so did his life.
Okay so I got this same word last time too. Well makes me think if this is the only word that they give to people so they can write. I wonder what is going to show up after I the 60 seconds. Now i just heard a weird noise like what was that? What is the whole point of this. Am I really writing about this at 2am? Wow i have gone off topic like I usually do. Okay now it seems like it has been way more then a minute it seems like I will be here writing for about 5 minutes. Well I should really be writing about magazines I think they are pretty cool even though I do not read much which I actually should start. I will stop typing now, notice now I did not put well in the beginning of that sentence for a change.
They’re so pretty.
Look at these skinny little bitches, decked out in diamonds and leather and heavy make-up on glossy pages.
Look at the men, perfect stubble, six-packs and tanned skin and massive bulges in their Calvin Klein boxer briefs.
Look at how much you want to be like them.
Look at them, damn you.
Don’t you want this? All the money, the fame, the prestige.
Of course you do.
You’ll never get it, though.
You’ll never be like them–you know it.
But you can spend the rest of your sad little life trying to. Oh yes, you can try.
I don’t get it. I don’t get the idea of a book, selling you things and telling you what to do with your life.
Everyone else seems to be fine with that, though. Damn sheep-people. Buy this, do that, dress like this, wear this on a certain month but not the next. Yes sir, of course sir, you’re absolutely right.
What a fool I was to think I could live without what you tell me I can’t.
Come on.
I want a life without rules. I don’t need that kind of restriction. I do what I want. Everyone else telling me what to think can go to hell.
magazines are really great they are colorful and really laid out just so nice i wish i could lay out magazines that would be the best job ever i really wish i could it has pretty people in it sometimes but other times i like the font way better i wish i could make my own about music that would be the best job ever i would really actually have a passion for that but i am poor if only i could.
Magazines are useful items for people looking for new trends or new information. Because they come out periodically, people can expect new trends and information on a regular basis, so they’ll never become bored with or run out of inspiration from magazines.
I dropped the candy bar at the counter, but the girl behind the register didn’t notice. Her nose was buried in a magazine – one from the display, some movie star got fat. I cleared my throat in attempt to get her attention. She raised a (pierced) eyebrow, rolled her eyes and mumbled “eighty nine cents.”
He clips the magazine into his Kalashnikov. Taking a breath, he calms his nerves and turns his full attention back on the enemy. He has never met them – these enemies – yet for the Homeland, he will kill this other man, given even half a chance.
Out of the trench, across no-man’s land, into another trench, and there another man watches and waits. He too has a Kalashnikov and he too thinks of enemy he has never met. He too will kill for the Homeland.
I don’t think I could ever commit to ordering magazines from those ghouls that knock on my door from time to time. They always seem to be up to no good.
Maybe I just have trust issues. Maybe if they weren’t so pushy or attempted to guilt me into buying shit that I don’t want I would consider helping them out.
Maybe if their song and dance was actually entertaining I would reach down deep and hand them some money.
I love magazines. For me, they always mean the beach. Every time. I go to the grocery store and pick the trashiest ones I can find and then while the sun bakes my back I read all the hilarious, outrageous stories aloud to my friends. The day is only successful if at the end of the trip the magazine cover is stained in sunscreen and each page crease has little grains of sand.
There were magazines stacked up all over the room. They were of different years, different publishers and different topics. It was almost a hoarding situation. So…..it was a job that needed to have someone go in and take charge….me???…..I don’t think so!
After fiddling with the keys for five minutes, she eventually managed to wrestle the door open, and nudged a box of books out of her way. The whole apartment was covered in stacks upon stacks of books, in every size, language and subject imaginable. She admitted freely and fully that she was somewhat of a hoarder when in came to the written word and glossy magazines, newspapers and binders full of printouts could also be seen scattered throughout the rooms of her apartment.
Magazines are weird. I mostly find myself flipping through the pages, not reading the articles and looking at the pictures. I guess it’s a pretty good time killer. Sometimes I’ll find really easy make up tips or simple things to do with my hair but honestly i’m not good at hair or make up so it really just takes up more space in my brain. But that’s alright I guess.
shiny pictures of pretty faces. cut to perfection. as pleasing to the eye as money can buy.
Oh, but don’t mind my hostility, it takes talent to achieve such status.
Are you comfortable? Is there anything I can do for you?
Yes. I want your opinion of every piece of society we share.
Oh, and miss?
Yes?
Some coffee?
Of course,
she shrugs her shoulder how one would shrug
off the capital a bomb or
the hydrogen
but anyway,
it was someone else
that was entitled to care.
We’re only talking about fashion,
about what’s hip and interesting!
why read so much into a picture book?
Magazines clippings cover my walls because they make me hopeful for better days. One day I will do something worth writing about. One day a girl without a clue in the world of what she wants to do will find inspiration in the things I’ve achieved the way I look at my celebrities now.
magazines are things i like to read on airplanes, full of pretty people and colors and fancy fonts. some day, i’m going to work in a big shiny tower and make magazines, and i’ll make a hundred million dollars,” said the small child, full of dreams.
magazines soft pages, colorful pictures,news related to technology,politics,games,fashion,carrier……
creates interest in reading because of their looks……..
Seventeen. Kendall and Kylie Jenner… my inspirations and some of my favorite celebrities. I wish I had all the money in the world to buy all of the clothes and make up I see. But no. Broke AF. I need a job. like now.
Magazines come in all shapes and sizes. Some are intellectual and some are trashy. I like the trashy kind personally. They make me feel better about myself.
are not going to be around in paper form much longer
digital magazines don’t give the same experience that paper magazines do
you can’t wrap potato peels in an ipad
Magazines are full of idealized images that can act as a plague to our society. Young girls look up to these idealized images of skinny, skanky models and they try to imitate them.
there are a thousand piled on top of my toilet, for reading. i hate them. the bathroom looks terrible, like moisture rings in fine wood. on the cover of every single magazine is slash. no other guitarist exists on the face of the planet.
Magazines are like everything. Like the internet or like the TV. There are probably many magazines full of valuable and intersting information but probably those that get higer sales are pure bullshit.
Lilly flipped idly through her magazines scattered across the bed. She groaned in frustration, she couldn’t even remember what she was looking for but the stupid project she was doing was due the next day. Her friend gave a weak smile toward her.
“Why don’t you take a break,” She suggested, “You look like you need it.
The magazines were finally finished. It had taken an entire semester, weeks of reading, editing, designing, quibbling, squabbling, and a pitifully small but devoted staff of seven to make it all come together.
i like them, actually, they are really cool
a lot of my friends read them, too
but not all of them are good
not all of them are fine
it’s the same with life
magazines peel little words apart. glossy pages and sensational titles. impossible airbrush beauty and short tidbits. sometimes all i want, sometimes all i can take. magazines are candy for minutes
light airy tunnels of self depreciation. contraband issues floating bathrooms headwalls of mock up price catalogues. heaven for some sex tips and some fast car auto news maybe ill have another
I never cared for magazines in place of newspapers. They are too thin, too full of nonsense. Mostly pictures of women and clothing. That never really mattered to me when I wanted to read about things that mattered. They are so specific to what people want rather than what we should see. They target the self-fufilling, feed-my-desires part of our brains rather than the part that wants to learn.
are losing everything that was so novel about them. they were new every month or week and they showed you amazing, new wondrous things about the world or fashion or what have you. now they all say the same thing and water information down so much that I fail to learn anything when I’m done reading.
i think i might want to work for a magazine one day. being an editor in a city and working with brands is my dream. i know that i’m a realist, though, and that there’s a good chance i wont let myself go for that dream. i might be able to achieve it, but i probably will never know. thats so so sad..
i used to have an obsession with magazines when i was in high school. i still love them, but i don’t spend money on them the way i used to. mostly because i hate looking at things that i will never know — simply because they are out of my price range. i do enjoy special editions though and i swoop them up every chance i get. i have at least a half dozen from the world trade center disaster as well as three from barack obama’s election. i will save them for my son.
seventeen telling me how to get the guy.
people telling me what celebrity is in rehab.
vouge tell me what to wear.
magazines rule the media.
the media rules our lives.
i love magazines i have a fuckload of old ones dating back to like 2007 its so weird to look back. i just used to make collages with them and now idk why i save them but i cant bring myself to throw away so many beautfiul faces and clothes and makeup
The room was full of a very odd light. It stumbled across the tables and empty chairs like a toddler. How was it supposed to know where to go? James ran his finger across the top of a dusty table hesitantly. He shouldn’t have come here. He thought he didn’t have a choice, but he did. And he chose wrong.
Did he, though?
The light changed in an instant, and so did his life.
Okay so I got this same word last time too. Well makes me think if this is the only word that they give to people so they can write. I wonder what is going to show up after I the 60 seconds. Now i just heard a weird noise like what was that? What is the whole point of this. Am I really writing about this at 2am? Wow i have gone off topic like I usually do. Okay now it seems like it has been way more then a minute it seems like I will be here writing for about 5 minutes. Well I should really be writing about magazines I think they are pretty cool even though I do not read much which I actually should start. I will stop typing now, notice now I did not put well in the beginning of that sentence for a change.
A magazine gives you a deeper insight of what all is happening presently,the latest trends in all spheres
They’re so pretty.
Look at these skinny little bitches, decked out in diamonds and leather and heavy make-up on glossy pages.
Look at the men, perfect stubble, six-packs and tanned skin and massive bulges in their Calvin Klein boxer briefs.
Look at how much you want to be like them.
Look at them, damn you.
Don’t you want this? All the money, the fame, the prestige.
Of course you do.
You’ll never get it, though.
You’ll never be like them–you know it.
But you can spend the rest of your sad little life trying to. Oh yes, you can try.
I don’t get it. I don’t get the idea of a book, selling you things and telling you what to do with your life.
Everyone else seems to be fine with that, though. Damn sheep-people. Buy this, do that, dress like this, wear this on a certain month but not the next. Yes sir, of course sir, you’re absolutely right.
What a fool I was to think I could live without what you tell me I can’t.
Come on.
I want a life without rules. I don’t need that kind of restriction. I do what I want. Everyone else telling me what to think can go to hell.
How I’d love to smoke a cigarette and page through a magazine. But I don’t smoke anymore and magazines are semi obsolete.
They are a dead medium.
magazines are really great they are colorful and really laid out just so nice i wish i could lay out magazines that would be the best job ever i really wish i could it has pretty people in it sometimes but other times i like the font way better i wish i could make my own about music that would be the best job ever i would really actually have a passion for that but i am poor if only i could.
It’s politically incorrect.
But I’ll say it anyways.
I am sick of overweight women
who whine about the thin models in magazines.
What’s wrong with being thin?
If you love you, what does it matter if they look different?
Society isn’t what’s keeping from loving ourselves.
YOU are keeping yourself from loving yourself!
Magazines are useful items for people looking for new trends or new information. Because they come out periodically, people can expect new trends and information on a regular basis, so they’ll never become bored with or run out of inspiration from magazines.
I dropped the candy bar at the counter, but the girl behind the register didn’t notice. Her nose was buried in a magazine – one from the display, some movie star got fat. I cleared my throat in attempt to get her attention. She raised a (pierced) eyebrow, rolled her eyes and mumbled “eighty nine cents.”
He clips the magazine into his Kalashnikov. Taking a breath, he calms his nerves and turns his full attention back on the enemy. He has never met them – these enemies – yet for the Homeland, he will kill this other man, given even half a chance.
Out of the trench, across no-man’s land, into another trench, and there another man watches and waits. He too has a Kalashnikov and he too thinks of enemy he has never met. He too will kill for the Homeland.
I don’t think I could ever commit to ordering magazines from those ghouls that knock on my door from time to time. They always seem to be up to no good.
Maybe I just have trust issues. Maybe if they weren’t so pushy or attempted to guilt me into buying shit that I don’t want I would consider helping them out.
Maybe if their song and dance was actually entertaining I would reach down deep and hand them some money.
Too many maybes if you ask me.
magazines of bullets dart across the sunlit square causing doom to darken in on humans helpless souls, hark the colors of madness flair.
I love magazines. For me, they always mean the beach. Every time. I go to the grocery store and pick the trashiest ones I can find and then while the sun bakes my back I read all the hilarious, outrageous stories aloud to my friends. The day is only successful if at the end of the trip the magazine cover is stained in sunscreen and each page crease has little grains of sand.
There were magazines stacked up all over the room. They were of different years, different publishers and different topics. It was almost a hoarding situation. So…..it was a job that needed to have someone go in and take charge….me???…..I don’t think so!
After fiddling with the keys for five minutes, she eventually managed to wrestle the door open, and nudged a box of books out of her way. The whole apartment was covered in stacks upon stacks of books, in every size, language and subject imaginable. She admitted freely and fully that she was somewhat of a hoarder when in came to the written word and glossy magazines, newspapers and binders full of printouts could also be seen scattered throughout the rooms of her apartment.
your mom
Magazines are weird. I mostly find myself flipping through the pages, not reading the articles and looking at the pictures. I guess it’s a pretty good time killer. Sometimes I’ll find really easy make up tips or simple things to do with my hair but honestly i’m not good at hair or make up so it really just takes up more space in my brain. But that’s alright I guess.
shiny pictures of pretty faces. cut to perfection. as pleasing to the eye as money can buy.
Oh, but don’t mind my hostility, it takes talent to achieve such status.
Are you comfortable? Is there anything I can do for you?
Yes. I want your opinion of every piece of society we share.
Oh, and miss?
Yes?
Some coffee?
Of course,
she shrugs her shoulder how one would shrug
off the capital a bomb or
the hydrogen
but anyway,
it was someone else
that was entitled to care.
We’re only talking about fashion,
about what’s hip and interesting!
why read so much into a picture book?
oh, so sorry, a magazine.
Magazines clippings cover my walls because they make me hopeful for better days. One day I will do something worth writing about. One day a girl without a clue in the world of what she wants to do will find inspiration in the things I’ve achieved the way I look at my celebrities now.
magazines are things i like to read on airplanes, full of pretty people and colors and fancy fonts. some day, i’m going to work in a big shiny tower and make magazines, and i’ll make a hundred million dollars,” said the small child, full of dreams.
magazines soft pages, colorful pictures,news related to technology,politics,games,fashion,carrier……
creates interest in reading because of their looks……..
Seventeen. Kendall and Kylie Jenner… my inspirations and some of my favorite celebrities. I wish I had all the money in the world to buy all of the clothes and make up I see. But no. Broke AF. I need a job. like now.
Magazines come in all shapes and sizes. Some are intellectual and some are trashy. I like the trashy kind personally. They make me feel better about myself.
are not going to be around in paper form much longer
digital magazines don’t give the same experience that paper magazines do
you can’t wrap potato peels in an ipad
Magazines are full of idealized images that can act as a plague to our society. Young girls look up to these idealized images of skinny, skanky models and they try to imitate them.
there are a thousand piled on top of my toilet, for reading. i hate them. the bathroom looks terrible, like moisture rings in fine wood. on the cover of every single magazine is slash. no other guitarist exists on the face of the planet.
Magazines are like everything. Like the internet or like the TV. There are probably many magazines full of valuable and intersting information but probably those that get higer sales are pure bullshit.
Lilly flipped idly through her magazines scattered across the bed. She groaned in frustration, she couldn’t even remember what she was looking for but the stupid project she was doing was due the next day. Her friend gave a weak smile toward her.
“Why don’t you take a break,” She suggested, “You look like you need it.
The magazines were finally finished. It had taken an entire semester, weeks of reading, editing, designing, quibbling, squabbling, and a pitifully small but devoted staff of seven to make it all come together.
i like them, actually, they are really cool
a lot of my friends read them, too
but not all of them are good
not all of them are fine
it’s the same with life
i
magazines peel little words apart. glossy pages and sensational titles. impossible airbrush beauty and short tidbits. sometimes all i want, sometimes all i can take. magazines are candy for minutes
light airy tunnels of self depreciation. contraband issues floating bathrooms headwalls of mock up price catalogues. heaven for some sex tips and some fast car auto news maybe ill have another
I never cared for magazines in place of newspapers. They are too thin, too full of nonsense. Mostly pictures of women and clothing. That never really mattered to me when I wanted to read about things that mattered. They are so specific to what people want rather than what we should see. They target the self-fufilling, feed-my-desires part of our brains rather than the part that wants to learn.
are losing everything that was so novel about them. they were new every month or week and they showed you amazing, new wondrous things about the world or fashion or what have you. now they all say the same thing and water information down so much that I fail to learn anything when I’m done reading.
i think i might want to work for a magazine one day. being an editor in a city and working with brands is my dream. i know that i’m a realist, though, and that there’s a good chance i wont let myself go for that dream. i might be able to achieve it, but i probably will never know. thats so so sad..
i used to have an obsession with magazines when i was in high school. i still love them, but i don’t spend money on them the way i used to. mostly because i hate looking at things that i will never know — simply because they are out of my price range. i do enjoy special editions though and i swoop them up every chance i get. i have at least a half dozen from the world trade center disaster as well as three from barack obama’s election. i will save them for my son.
seventeen telling me how to get the guy.
people telling me what celebrity is in rehab.
vouge tell me what to wear.
magazines rule the media.
the media rules our lives.
i love magazines i have a fuckload of old ones dating back to like 2007 its so weird to look back. i just used to make collages with them and now idk why i save them but i cant bring myself to throw away so many beautfiul faces and clothes and makeup