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the taste of the thing i absolutely loathe. i hate it. i hate the taste. i hate the feeling. i hate everything about it. i hate it. it makes me hate myself. it makes me do things that i hate. it’s taste of the thing i absolutely loathe

Posted By Abby On 05.07.2013 @ 8:56 pm

Stories are like the memories that you have never known, it fills your hope’s and desire’s like no others have before, stories are the things you write when you are sad and lonley.

Posted By abby On 05.06.2013 @ 3:14 pm

quitely talking under your breath, annoying, makes it difficult to hear other people, drives me crazy, people normally do it when they are trying to hide something, whisper.

Posted By Abby On 04.16.2013 @ 5:13 pm

the amount of leaway you have and the looseness of the rules also applying to simple machines as the looseness to the string. you want leverage in life so you can enjoy what you are doing. It can allow you to enjoy a larger variety of things because there are not as many rules. i also think of leverage when i think of a bridge as though ropes are holding the bridge up and in order to move the drawbridge you must give the ropes leverage.

Posted By Abby On 04.15.2013 @ 4:02 pm

things are geometric if they are matching, or even. like the letter A. if you fold it in half, it matches. same with the letters w, t and ,y and the numbers 0, and 8.

Posted By Abby On 04.14.2013 @ 7:37 pm

being pained is something i rarely experience. Maybe because i have never had a conscious thought of being pained. Maybe I’ve given pained looks but I’d think that pained is more emotional.

Posted By Abby On 03.20.2013 @ 12:17 am

Facts and truth are not the same; truth is at the heart of facts, at the heart of everything. It’s what we know when we don’t even realize we know it. It’s realer than what our five senses can perceive, something that delves deep to our souls, even if our minds ignore it. It’s what makes our stomachs turn when denied, what makes us thrilled when accepted.

Posted By Abby On 03.18.2013 @ 5:02 pm

Beatiful, large. Exploring. going for walks. I want to live in a large city and be able to walk around and discover new things everyday and just when I think there is nothing new to discover, something new will appear.

Posted By Abby On 03.18.2013 @ 8:58 am

I don’t really know what this word means, but I like the way it looks. That’s kinda funny, liking the way a word looks. But since I don’t know what it means, I might as well enjoy the word. I’m exhausted. I already typed this out once but I’ll keep going. Should I overt myself to go to sleep? Oh well! I should stay awake.

Posted By Abby On 03.15.2013 @ 9:07 pm

This was the end, as he stood at the scaffold I was forced back to when he was first sentenced. My mind refused to go there. From the onlookers i blew him a kiss and he wink at me, it was his self assured look that made me quit crying, he didn’t look like a man ready to die

Posted By Abby On 02.28.2013 @ 12:10 pm

it was a dark day quite unlike the day before, witch sucked ass because today was the day i had to kill someone, and isn’t it so nice that I have to kill this idiot in the rain, I knew I shouldn’t have waited

Posted By Abby On 02.02.2013 @ 5:41 pm

i speak on a daily basis. everybody except mute people speak. although we all speak, there are different languages.

Posted By abby On 01.26.2013 @ 5:19 pm

i fear destruction but destruction is all around me but im scared that i will inadvertently destroy myself. but thats just humans i suppose. we will be the cause of our own extinction. i want it to stop. i want it to end. but i am a mere person. i have no name.

Posted By Abby On 01.20.2013 @ 12:15 am

The size on one mans heart is the same as another. The question is who he believes deserves to shown his heart. All humans have emotions.

Posted By abby On 01.16.2013 @ 7:06 am

it was the end of days and the end of times. luckily not the end of my life. The ending if the beginning is a great but horrible thing. The ending id=s truly a new beginning that not many people see. The ending is a ending of the old and a start of the new.

Posted By abby On 01.13.2013 @ 5:41 pm

Ashley looked at the metal object in her hand and wondered idely how it could be wrong. But there she stood on the edge of the waterfall that lay in the exact opposite direction she’d wanted to go. She peeked over the edge and sighed staring once again at the lying piece of metal in her hands.

Posted By Abby On 01.12.2013 @ 1:24 pm

he is powerful, beads of sweat drip from his forehead, wrinkled in determination. he lets out a small sigh, and continues to breathe heavily. he closes his eyes; concentrating, focusing.

Posted By Abby On 01.10.2013 @ 8:52 pm

oh fuck how do i write about a barrel, the only experience i’ve had with one was when i was like 10 and my brother and i would play this video game called thrillville and there was a pirates one and there were barrels you could open to get coins but that shouldn’t count should it? i need to go out and be more involved.

Posted By Abby On 01.01.2013 @ 12:22 pm

being feminine makes me no less of a feminist. i can shave my legs and like the color pink because i choose to, not because i’m forced to. im fighting for equality, not superiority. i am not a lesbian. i just want equal rights. for everyone. that is a basic human principle.

Posted By Abby On 12.31.2012 @ 1:17 pm

being feminine makes me no less of a feminist, and vice versa. i can shave my legs and like the color pink but still believe in equality. im not a lesbian, but i think women are just as great as men. i want equality, not superiority. but so many people fail to realize that this is real.

Posted By Abby On 12.31.2012 @ 1:12 pm

the police are the worst. all they do is intimidate and discriminate. I can’t help but feel the irony of how the people that are meant to protect us end up being the ones that hurt us the most. I remember thinking that the police were meant to keep us safe but when I’m around them all I feel is scared.

Posted By Abby On 12.29.2012 @ 12:19 pm

Earth. It was what fueled me. I was a runner. I ran from those who attempted to hurt me. My shoes would wear, and I would eventually get down to my bare feet, covered in Earth. Soil. It was what made me run. What fueled me. What carried me away from what I feared the most.

Posted By Abby On 12.28.2012 @ 8:58 pm

I feel that now is a word that give you options on what happens for you now. In some aspects now is the aspect of change in life..If that makes sense.. I also find the word quite forceful..”do this NOW”

Posted By Abby On 12.26.2012 @ 8:49 pm

“Your essay is due at the end of the class.” My stomach dropped. Though we had been outlining the essay that was to be our final for a week, I had gotten nowhere on it. I swallowed and put my pen to paper, expecting nothing but failure. However, that was not the case. My pen seemed to fly with a life of its own, spinning tales of far off places and adventures.

Posted By Abby On 12.16.2012 @ 3:56 pm

when you mix up the ingredients that you are using to make delicious holiday cookies or festive brownies or home made cakes with your mom or your grandma and it is a great time to bond and get closer to everyone. you get a warm feeling in your heart

Posted By abby On 12.15.2012 @ 7:22 pm

He was himself only when he was with her. She brought out the best in him and made him who he was. For that reason, when she left, he was hopelessly empty. He had no feelings, no nothing, and without her he couldn’t go on. At least not as himself, but maybe as someone new.

Posted By Abby On 11.30.2012 @ 8:06 pm

The library is a minefield, at least until you sit down. Your footsteps are too loud. There’s an old woman glaring at you behind her desk, and a young woman (her heir) staring hesitantly at the entrance of the building, as if she’s afraid of who might step in next.

Posted By Abby On 11.24.2012 @ 11:54 am

I am late for school. Think about all the things I’m missing out on. I am missing out on my chance to change my thinking, or a chance to learn about something that could change my life, it I let it. But sleep is so amazing, I think that whatever I’m missing out on can wait

Posted By Abby On 11.23.2012 @ 10:16 am

I wish I could satisfy myself. I never seem to be satisfied with my work or myself. I always need to do more work, and I always need to do more for myself… but I can’t have time for both. I want to take time to just chill and do “me” stuff… but then I would sacrifice my work, and I can’t do that, because it would sacrifice my grades. I can’t seem to figure out a way to satisfy myself.

Posted By Abby On 11.19.2012 @ 5:16 pm

I stuck my hand in the plastic bin full of flour, a red measuring spoon scooping up the white powder and pulling the heaping mass from the box. I dropped its content into the blender and watched it swirl into the other ingredients until the white was gone and had been replaced with a tan, the color of sand. Those small moments covered in powder in the kitchen were some of the best childhood memories.

Posted By Abby On 11.14.2012 @ 6:13 pm