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Lizza commented on the post, dismissed 1 year, 2 months ago
Such a light word. Flicked away, discarded. It’s how everyone who had been in love and hurt has been. It’s what great dogs on the street have been. It’s what chaos admist a great city has been. Flicked to the side […]
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Lizza commented on the post, sweat 1 year, 2 months ago
He ran. Tears ran. Sweat ran. His skin was pink. His skin glowed. His cheeks glowed. He wasn’t going to stop running. He wasn’t going to stop hurting. He wasn’t going to stop being mad. But he was going to run. […]
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Lizza wrote about the word cheap 2 years, 2 months ago
Living it cheap. That is how he did it. No investment in grades. No poneying up in relationships. Played it as it went. No need to pay when you could have it all for free. The only price he payed was tucked deep inside, noone could see it.
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Lizza wrote about the word bench 2 years, 2 months ago
Sit on the bench. Feeling the wine press aganinst the back of my neck, my head, my spine. Think of the thid 23rd, the date. The day you left me, girl. Every 23rd I’ll be remembering you. Feb or not. Cause you’re Nora Bohringer.;
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Lizza wrote about the word outlet 2 years, 2 months ago
She was his outlet. Time and time again, he delivered his pent up emotion into her face, back, arms, whatever he could reach. Whatever he could see, during those brief storms of uncomprehendable feeling. She took it, time and time again, with the composure of a conquered soldier. One who would not speak what the [...]
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Lizza wrote about the word sage 2 years, 3 months ago
Bad, bad, hangover. Tea. Yeah, that’s exactly what he needed. Tea, with spice. Flavour. Something more than the thick whiskey smell and taste that hung over his life. He could tell it was there, on his tongue. He tried to smell that dorm room smell, only whiskey revealed itself. Life. Alcohol. Necessity.
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Lizza wrote about the word chocolate 2 years, 3 months ago
She lifts the light, red lid off the box. Takes in the smooth brown shapes with her dulled eyes. Savors their innocence. Aches for her own. Gliding down her face, a few foolish tears. She looks out at the big, dark dome above, a silence broken by white sequences. As white and bright as the [...]
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Lizza wrote about the word needle 2 years, 3 months ago
She threaded the needle with red string. This is what it would take to mend. She let a few drops fall onto the tip, to be sure traces of her sad would be sown into her heart. She would mend, but she would not forget.
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Lizza wrote about the word dropped 2 years, 3 months ago
She slowly drifted over to him, and with one sad look through her misty, swimming eyes, he realized she knew. The big blue spheres fixed upon him were not asking why. They were just whispering to him they knew. Everything was different now. Her lip trembled slightly, and the wine glass slid away from his [...]
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Lizza wrote about the word drain 2 years, 4 months ago
drain it all, the bad feelings, the bad motions, the bad. Rid it all, down the drains of your physical mind. let the dregs of your sad, your bad, down the drain of the forgotten. It deserves to be forgotten. The only thing in your mind should be the oblivion of the happy, the great. [...]
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Lizza commented on the blog post whim 2 years, 4 months ago
Sometimes you gotta do something you don’t want to do but it’s for the greater good. It’s like jumping of the edge of a cliff and not knowing if you have a parachute or not. Faith but casual, you don’t need to believe in a god or higher power, just going balls to the wall.
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Lizza commented on the blog post ragged 2 years, 4 months ago
The mask I put on daily has become ragged and threadbare. Holes are appearing, and I’m afraid someone will see inside. I like my mask a lot, you see, and I’d just die if someone to were to see behind it, even a little peak. Suppose the holes get wide enough that I just come [...]
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Lizza wrote about the word: respectable 2 years, 4 months ago
He ran toward the stretch of green, a small oasis in the middle of the gray artificial foundation of the city around it. He ran so fast it was chaotic, unbalanced, and drew looks of mild curiosity mingled with irritation. Dressed in the canary yellow of his college football team and baggy shorts, he stood [...]
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Lizza wrote about the word: wrong 2 years, 5 months ago
The cold waves of obvious, loud disappointment rippled through her. She had been in the wrong. His new-found distance was sending shivers down her spine, altering the rhythm of her heart, she was sure. Right? She was in the wrong for doing this? Previous logic had decidedly said she was right. Now? His tensed body, [...]
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Lizza wrote about the word: temper 2 years, 5 months ago
I know it shouldn’t have bothered me that much. But it did. It really did. I bit down on my lip hard. Too late. My nails are now deeply embedded in my palms, droplets of red forming bloody frames around my nails. I’m going to snap. All those words still dribbling from her fat, glossy [...]
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Lizza wrote about the word: immense 2 years, 5 months ago
Well, that just makes me think of one thing. And it doesn’t seem like it would be very appropriate to type out.
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Lizza wrote about the word: believer 2 years, 5 months ago
Believer. That is what he wasn’t. He played and played. Because he wasn’t a believer. Why would anyone be? Look around at all those consumer goods, look at your $1,000 laptop. It all amounts to material. Where is the purpose in that? He played and played. No one liked him for it. But he was [...]
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Lizza posted a new activity comment: 2 years, 5 months ago
Dude, I’ve read loads of your posts, and I have to say, I fucking love your writing.
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Lizza wrote about the word: nail 2 years, 5 months ago
It was his nail. She could not stop staring at it. She tried looking at his face, but her eyes kept going back to that pinky nail. Long, longer than any of hers, white, and grimy. It was disgusting, yet intriguing. “Are you listening to me?” she moved her eyes to meet his. “Sorry, missed [...]
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