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I wish I could live in an airstream like a gypsy, moving from place to place and seeing all sort of new things. Life would be easy and free and money wouldn’t be something that I would have to worry about it. It’s a feeling or a song

Posted By Amy On 05.17.2013 @ 12:09 pm

omg i love the soap that smells like a tropical environment i love it so much i am writing an evaluation essay i have no clue what to write i guess i have writer’s block at the moment to i am on this so i discover how to start it cool

Posted By amy On 05.09.2013 @ 8:12 pm

The frosty mug cooled his hand as the frothy head poured over the side. He’d been working every day, 9-5, and needed it more than ever. It was finally friday. His friends were surrounding him, he had an ice-cold pilsner waiting. What more could he want?

Posted By amy On 05.07.2013 @ 11:46 am

Everyone has one. Some are epic novels that span years; full of love, lust and hate. Others are short vignettes – the briefest of meetings.

Posted By Amy On 05.06.2013 @ 11:48 am

Wow, I love stories. My granny’s stories and stories in books like Harry Potter. Stories take me other places, allowing me to escape this world and to travel to another world. I appreciate people who are able to tell stories, sometimes I can tell funny family stories and people laugh, my granny used to laugh at my stories. I miss my granny and her stories very much.

Posted By amy On 05.06.2013 @ 11:19 am

we need to simplify our lives. strip back the layers of superficiality, complexity, technology and all the other ie’s that make shit complicated. It’s time to put our feet up and greet our toes with the wonderment of a newborn child. It’s time to simplify, wonder and marvel at the space beneath our nose.

Posted By Amy On 05.09.2013 @ 9:37 am

my soul is on fire. burning. burning for my love. my baby. I want him. desire. I yearn. I need. I love. I can’t wait. please. I need you. I know you love me. save me. come and save me. from this despair. you’re mine and I’m yours. only us. only you.

Posted By Amy On 05.05.2013 @ 11:25 pm

movie rating, job maybe? book reviews. I like books. I think we should have ratings and reviews of books and apps to practice writing skills in real life.

rating

rating

movies

Posted By Amy On 05.03.2013 @ 11:35 am

Honestly, the only thing I can think about at this moment is Koolaid. Really? Perhaps because I made some last night. I wish I could draw some sort of profound conclusions about this word, but quite frankly, I’ve got nothing.

Posted By Amy On 05.02.2013 @ 8:40 am

This is a test.

Posted By Amy On 05.02.2013 @ 8:37 am

wnsue. what is ensue? i’ve never heard about it before. i wonder what it’s meaning is. what does it mean? does it mean like to ensure? i don’t know o.O does it mean to sue someone probably. i’m not sure. what is

Posted By Amy On 05.01.2013 @ 11:35 am

This is a dark, dark war. My only chance of survival is clinging to my life in the bottom of a trench. There is no way out.

Posted By Amy On 04.08.2013 @ 9:48 pm

The vines that grow along her house are quite deceiving. I looks like I could just climb up them like a ladder, like Rapunzel’s hair. I can’t. I can only admire her from afar while the vines leading to her window mock me.

Posted By Amy On 04.04.2013 @ 11:16 am

The terrible, terrible plague! It shows no mercy. Every man for himself as the black death is upon us. Love ones reek from the smell of death

Posted By Amy On 03.30.2013 @ 9:58 pm

bronze is the colour of those eyes you saw on the train yesterday morning. bronze is the color of your blood, once the sun hits it a certain angle. bronze is what you tasted during your teenage years, when you had braces. bronze is not a color, or a texture, it’s a feeling. it’s a notion.

Posted By amy On 03.29.2013 @ 8:46 am

Bronze is neither gold nor silver. We always strive for the best, but maybe we should take some time to focus on being happy with bronze. We cannot always be gold, let us be happy with being bronze.

Posted By Amy On 03.28.2013 @ 4:17 pm

I just ate some whole wheat crackers. At first they tasted like the Ritz crackers that I ate as a kid, but something just wasn’t right. These crackers were gritty and slightly disappointing. Growing up isn’t fun.

Posted By Amy On 03.29.2013 @ 6:21 pm

is like corn, but it’s really just yellow grass. I wish that we could have lasagna for dinner, jesus is os cool. but why does glutten have to be in everything. it makes my stomach poochy. I really love bread. especially with butter and cinnamon… wow! it’s so good. why does it have to be so bad for you. I would love to gather wheat like Ruth did.

Posted By Amy On 03.29.2013 @ 4:29 pm

where were meant to be. Where god has placed us and knows we are going. Who we are supposed to meet, be with, befriend. How the universe knows we are supposed to spend our lives from now into the future.

Posted By Amy On 03.27.2013 @ 5:51 am

when I look into the eyes of my soon to be husband. I know that we are destined to be together forever. I love you, Landon.

Posted By amy On 03.26.2013 @ 8:24 pm

i was destined to walk with the dragon down the unicorn fall until one faitful day the grim reaper appeared and stole my heart. saddly i had to leave my dragon and join the underworld. I still dream about my dragon from day to day and i can still hear it screaming

Posted By Amy On 03.26.2013 @ 4:55 pm

Destined. Who is to say I am destined for anything. I am the maker of my life decisions, and I create my own destiny. I make deliberate decisions every second of my life. I am destined for greatness.

Posted By Amy On 03.26.2013 @ 11:44 am

ekh hate them

Posted By amy On 03.23.2013 @ 12:15 pm

hurt the way he ignores my texts the way she doesn’t even acknowledges my existence the way no one really is close to me. the hurt you feel when you don’t get what you want.

Posted By amy On 03.20.2013 @ 1:50 am

Truth is a knife. It cuts through whatever bullshit someone is trying to throw at you but at the same time, you might slip and slice your own hand open. Truth is a weight on your mind after trying to make the past seem less painful than it was, when really it still sticks in your skin like so many barbs, the things that dented and molded you forever.

Posted By Amy On 03.18.2013 @ 4:13 pm

The old man in that chair and cap, he’s unhappy with something someone did and is now throwing papers around to cause a scene. Things arent as bad as it seems, he does this because a lot of money went into this project and his title forces him to look busy.

Posted By amy On 03.13.2013 @ 7:35 am

The couch was leathery. I didn’t normally like the stiff coldness but today it was just what I needed. I was burning up and just wanted to lay there and cool down, but I knew I had to get up.

Posted By Amy On 02.21.2013 @ 7:47 pm

Death of a Salesman. Willy Loman. Biff and Hap and Linda. The modern tragedy, and I wonder how many Willy’s are living now. Or dying now.

Posted By Amy On 02.07.2013 @ 8:12 pm

Husband. Mr. 13 years almost. He might be sleeping, or reading, but I’m writing about him. How he leaves me notes on the bathroom mirror. And loves my cold feet. And is the complete opposite of me while being exactly the same. Love, that’s all.

Posted By Amy On 02.04.2013 @ 8:48 pm

its not good itts ba and illegal and i dont know why i happened to get this wrd it seems a bit morbid and i believe its stupid to murder people. and my murer i am including execution i think although i havent mae up my mind n that ocmpletely yet do that is all i ha

Posted By amy On 02.03.2013 @ 9:46 am