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Nymeria commented on the post, stir 5 months, 1 week ago
When I see him next week it will be the first time in months. I feel a stirring in my gut.
I’ve missed you, I think. Have you missed me?
Now the blush is creeping to my hairline. Oh great. Even if I didn’t say the words out loud, he will still hear them loud and clear. But he can’t know. He can never know because it’s just not the same anymore.
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Nymeria commented on the post, tasting 1 year ago
When I hear ‘tasting’ I always think of something vaguely erotic. Like tasting a kiss. I’d like to taste your kiss. I’m in no mood for poetry today.
Or subtlety.
Is that going to scare you off? -
Nymeria commented on the post, earring 1 year, 1 month ago
my earring ripped. This is a lame word. All I can think about is that some gay men I know wear earrings and I can’t… because it ripped so badly I need to get stitches before I get it re-pierced. worth it? I […]
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Nymeria commented on the post, charms 1 year, 1 month ago
He had a lot of charm. Charms. Charming.
He’s very charming.
I wonder if it’s real charm, or just fake. Like the charms you get to put on a friendship bracelet when you’re little. But they turn out to cheap […] -
Nymeria wrote about the word centerpiece 1 year, 5 months ago
It’s difficult to find a centerpiece to my life. I know what it should be, but the battle over what I want it to be is unending. Sometimes you have to choose what’s best in the long run, I suppose.
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Nymeria wrote about the word orchestra 1 year, 6 months ago
When I listen to orchestra music it always seems to rise and fall, then intensify with whatever my activity is. It’s so awesome. Listen to orchestra music when you’re cooking and your kitchen will be very messy! :)
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Nymeria wrote about the word positively 1 year, 6 months ago
I am without a doubt, one hundred percent, positively dying to get out of this house and away from all the people in it! Shoot me now. Or send me a magic carpet, either works.
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Nymeria wrote about the word sacrifice 1 year, 6 months ago
I sacrificed my friends and my whole life to go far away to start anew. All because I loved you, and I thought you were going to start loving me too. But instead you left me in a strange place, alone and destitute. Then you whisper “I am not abandoning you.” Bullshit.
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Nymeria wrote about the word compassion 1 year, 7 months ago
So many people have had compassion for me, I should be grateful. Richard did. I think of him often now, which is strange considering he was such a small part of my life for such a short time. I was so young then. I feel as if I have aged forty years.
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Stephanie wrote about the word mystery 1 year, 7 months ago
You are mysterious. My mystery, my wonder. My eternal love.
Will I ever know you? Will anyone?
Let me in, darling. Let me see your soul. -
Stephanie wrote about the word prosperous 1 year, 7 months ago
Prosperous is such an interesting word. See, you’re prosperous in someone else’s eyes; you just can’t see it. You’ve set your self expectations too high, dear.
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Stephanie wrote about the word port 1 year, 8 months ago
Where is my haven? Across the small waters and big mountains to be sure, but where, over there is my home?
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Stephanie wrote about the word crouch 1 year, 8 months ago
The grass I’m crouching in is dry and mostly pushed down by animals and wind. Winter is coming. It’s so strong I can taste it. My bones ache with it.
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Stephanie wrote about the word average 1 year, 8 months ago
I don’t want to write about how my life is average, because I don’t even know if it is. My life might not be, but I am. A usual person plopped into an unusual situation. Why couldn’t I think of something more original to write?
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Stephanie wrote about the word rally 1 year, 8 months ago
Practising jumping on one foot for a whole year just so I could win the games at the annual rally. Trying to smell Jack’s hair inconspicuously and failing. It was musty but flowery mixed with cloves and cardamon all at once. Getting cut on the foot by a chip of brown glass from a beer [...]
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Stephanie wrote about the word trade 1 year, 8 months ago
Why have I changed? I see my friends, their pictures and listen to their thoughts. We are no longer alike. Something happened to me back there, how did they survive without changing? I wish I could trade lives, swap. Just for a moment to feel that innocence again.
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Stephanie wrote about the word insect 1 year, 8 months ago
I’m the size of an insect to the rest of the world. Like the ant drowned in my grandma’s parrot’s water dish. Not for long, though. One day soon I’ll be the size of a goliath beetle to the rest of you.
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Stephanie wrote about the word ant 1 year, 8 months ago
When I was little I used to play this game with the ants in my backyard based off the survivor tv show. It was really awful. Most of them died, the big fat guys always live longer than the ity bity ones and the red ones always died first. It usually consisted of starving them [...]
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Stephanie wrote about the word pepper 1 year, 8 months ago
Give me a little pepper
With that bland tuna salad.
Hurry up there lady or
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Stephanie wrote about the word destruction 1 year, 8 months ago
When I see the word “destruction” I think, No. I cannot write about this. No. Before I let any thought seep into my brain, I pummel the back button as if it were to save my own life. No.
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