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clipped
clippped like nails freshly cut grass nails and grassidk. makes me think of the clippers? that basketbal team… i odnt watch or like basketball/ Bet the have to clipp their nails though they should get endorsed by an actual nail clippers company you know brand name that shit
Posted By Amy On 09.09.2011 @ 11:59 pm
bars
I have been to a lot of bars. Years ago I picked up men there. Just to have sex, get free drinks, start an affair. Those days are long gone. I don’t miss them either. I wasn’t myself those days. I was a whoring liar.
Posted By Amy On 09.08.2011 @ 6:59 pm
sponge
she liked to think that she was a sponge, absorbing everything she found important; to be who she wanted to be, slowly absorbing bits from people who inspired her.
Posted By Amy On 09.02.2011 @ 12:41 am
destruction
that was the first thing to pop into her head. destruct. Do not pass go, do not collect $200 dollars, just head straight to the mirror and look at what a sad excuse for a human you are. She didn’t want to: it’s just what happened every.single.day. The self destruction she lived for.
Posted By Amy On 08.26.2011 @ 11:52 pm
Everything is broken now. He doesn’t know what do do. He can’t think. Can’t breathe. He has been running so long that his feet are numb and legs are throbbing. the sky is shot with orange and tiny flecks of water are splashing the concrete beneath him.
Posted By Amy On 08.26.2011 @ 1:18 pm
force
by some force, he could not stop staring at her. It wasn’t like she was off the charts beautiful, not what he thought was beautiful. She was rather plain looking and this gravitational problem was making him look a fool.
Posted By Amy On 08.26.2011 @ 12:17 am
umbrella
The idea of umbrellas always excited her, like seeing a brand new, shiny pair of wellies, they gave her a little excited jolt. she wae do intrigued by the fact that there was something portable and compact that could protect her from the rain. Forgetting the whole romantic aspect of them.
Posted By Amy On 08.24.2011 @ 11:41 pm
silk
Whenever looking in a mirror, she likened her long blond hair to silk. She was vain, and every ounce of her personality was inthosed into those long, silky locks. To say she was liked was true, but to say she was true to anyone wasn’t. It was her world, invested in herself.
Posted By Amy On 08.23.2011 @ 10:13 pm
Silk is the essence of importance and prestigie. I think silk and I think silk scarves. High-class, royalty, celebrity. Something that has value and something that is held above the general public. A bright red or a dark blue. A shine like that of a reflection. Unlike anything else, expensive.
Posted By Amy On 08.23.2011 @ 7:07 pm
sinking
That sinking feeling was back. She didnt know how or why, but it was there. In the pit of her stomach and slowly going down. It was as if she swallowed an anchor, heavy and huge. She usually blamed these bouts on despair, but with a new oue,she on life, she knew it was from something else.
Posted By Amy On 08.23.2011 @ 2:53 am
poison
The reel of thoughts that ran as a constant were poison. The sight of him, a smile on some random person’s face, a picture of a friendship so pure and simple that the end was bound to come soon. These were the things that played over and over in her head.
Posted By Amy On 08.21.2011 @ 11:59 pm
is really bad for you, in fact it will kill you, that’s the point. you will actually die. i have seen rat poison, you are not meant to eat it. you are meant to kill rats with it. they eat it then they die and people are happy. because people don’t like rats. rats are supposed to carry diseases, which is not good for humans.
Posted By Amy On 08.21.2011 @ 6:26 pm
transport
to another time and place where everything is different and you can have all the choices and time you want and don’t have to ever worry about losing track of life and/or being horribly hurt or injured in such a way where it’ll be hard to ever have faith or love again and where we could all live and be alive in equal.
Posted By Amy On 08.21.2011 @ 2:48 am
Transport me to a different dimention, she muttered as she took a drag off of her cigarette. She was restless of this town, this time, this variety. She needed something different.
Posted By Amy On 08.20.2011 @ 11:34 pm
the train rattled as it ran along the sleepers, the carriages rocking slightly with the increased momentum. faster and faster it went. alan glanced out the window at the countryside, noticed nothing but sheep and closed the curtains. the feeble sunlight coming through tinged the seat beside him blue. “Mary-ann’s favourite colour,” he thought, and drifted off into a content slumber full of images of a blonde woman, a beach-house and faint scents of chanel no.5 perfume.
Posted By Amy On 08.20.2011 @ 4:46 pm
missed
will I be missed? he wondered as another train whized by, blowing his aair in his face. People missed trains, flights, buses everyday but do they all miss someone everyday? He would miss the sun, but maybe where he was going he didn’t need the sun at all. Maybe where he was going, all there was going to be was sun.
Posted By Amy On 08.19.2011 @ 11:54 pm
deer
They are so graceful as they are galloping though the fields. I know that they are such a common animal, but whenever I see one just standing there, I can’t help but stop and look at them. They are beautiful especially when the snow is falling on them in the winter
Posted By Amy On 08.18.2011 @ 10:31 pm
deer deer deer, she never liked the compliment, that one thing that everyone said to her, the one that got her the nickname ‘fawn.’ Everytime she looked in the mirror, she was welcomed with that damned similie. yeng lhe had long legs, yes, she had big brown eyes but did they really have to say it to her face?
Posted By Amy On 08.18.2011 @ 10:11 pm
succeed
to outlive your life. to make a lasting impact on the world. to help someone less fortunate. to discover joy through service.
Posted By Amy On 08.18.2011 @ 9:52 am
repeat
I have the same words, on repeat in my head.”just get out, just get out” Someties it reveberates in my brain, my thoughts. sometimes it’s just one word, one syllable, just.get.out. everywhere I look, the same thing repeats in my head about what I need to do next, just get out. i don’t know where this came from, I don’t know why but I know that that is what I need to do. Sometimes I feel like it is the only thing I live by. Not God, not love, not happines, just to get out. But where, where would this mantra take me? Would I walk amongst monks in Tibet, would I tramp alongside fashionable Parisians or would I just get outside of my home?
Posted By Amy On 08.16.2011 @ 11:57 pm
thread
an ongoing bunch of crap that people write about on the interweb regarding a topic that is more often than not regarded as STUPID or POINTLESS!!
Posted By Amy On 08.16.2011 @ 4:14 am
a part of a shirt. people will put it through needles when they are sewing something. it is really thin and can be many different colors. it can also be a thread of a blog or something. it may be frustrating sometimes when it is difficult to thread through the needle. i threaded something yesterday when i fixed my dress
Posted By amy On 08.15.2011 @ 6:08 pm
I already wrote about this word. I want to write about another word. Blah blah blah blah blah. Thread is colorful. I don’t like sewing though. It seems like too much. I’d rather buy clothes that use child labor like other Americans.
Posted By Amy On 08.15.2011 @ 4:19 pm
Threads, thin, weak, breakable. Like us when we are alone. But threads can be strong when they are reinforced. We are stronger together.
Posted By Amy On 08.15.2011 @ 4:17 pm
Thread is used to sew clothing like jeans, sweaters, and shirts. Thread comes in many colors like red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple and all shades in between. Thread reminds me of my grandmother because she likes arts and crafts. Thread is thin and long and useful in many ways. I like thread.
Posted By Amy On 08.15.2011 @ 4:14 pm
bead, beads go one it, to create a necklace. portrays vintage. fabrics are created by this, thread of love, like a rope. clothing material, usually seen as cream, stereotypical sorry. a thread on a blog, a post. Facebook. tumblr.
Posted By amy On 08.15.2011 @ 1:26 pm
its a substance used to create thousands of things, and also can be used to create the most intricate of designs. Used in clothing designs, comfortable jumpers or even to create a pillowcase, thread is sold in almost every country.
Posted By Amy On 08.15.2011 @ 12:31 pm
I had a jacket when I was a kid. One day, there was a thread hanging off the seam. I pulled. And pulled, and pulled and pulled. The thread kept coming, never ending. I had no idea where it was all coming from! Eventually, I realized that my jacket no longer had sleeves. Now, it is a vest.
Posted By Amy On 08.15.2011 @ 12:25 pm
