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that cool, smooth feeling lingering on your skin after touching the material. graceful, fresh, and posh. sophisticated. playing with it between your fingers and not being able to get enough of that cool feeling. People in

Posted By andrea On 08.23.2011 @ 9:19 pm

It wasn’t cotton. It wasn’t knit. It felt as beautiful as anything I’d ever had in my hands, and it was mine. A silk scarf. I know it sounds silly, to be so excited about such a small thing, but to me, it meant so much. It meant that I was worth the time of picking out something so pretty and luxurious. Some girls like jewelery. Some like chocolate. I never had a particular affection for anything of the sort. I’ve always been simple and practical. But this scarf. Oh how I loved it.

Posted By Andrea On 08.23.2011 @ 5:49 pm

The touch of skin. Our eyes connect with silk. The naked bodies roll around in silk sheets. Life forever, and love.

Posted By Andrea On 08.23.2011 @ 11:41 am

scary. death. i feel like i am drowning and that i wont be able to escape. there is a weight on the bottom of my leg. i wont be getting out. i can hear the water bubbling around me. im going to die. this reminds me of a nightmare i once had. would i rather burn or drown??

Posted By andrea On 08.23.2011 @ 4:13 am

the titanic!! sank so fast that it split in two. but whats amazing is that people said that god himself couldnt sink the ship. jokes on them! that feeling when you just heard some bad news and your heart drops to your ankles and you feel sick to your stomach but you are powerless against that feeling.

Posted By andrea On 08.22.2011 @ 12:11 pm

apples were what the wicked queen gave to snow white. It was filled with poison. The poison that would kill Snow White and give the wicked queen back her sense of security. Juliette pretended to kill herself with poison, then when she woke up and saw what her act did to poor Romeo, she tried the poison for real. But alas, there was no more poison, so she took the cold steel as the end.

Posted By Andrea On 08.21.2011 @ 10:24 pm

hurt. green. sizzling.

Posted By Andrea On 08.21.2011 @ 4:38 pm

You can use transportation to get you to the places you want to be, whether that is a job interview, a loved one’s home, or your favorite recreational park. Modern transportation has given people the opportunity to go where they truly want to be.

Posted By Andrea On 08.21.2011 @ 11:00 am

I need to be transported to anywhere else away from here. Give me tickets to anywhere with anyone and I’ll tag along. Or give me blue hair dye and I’ll be Ramona and have my very own Scott fight for me. Or give me a one-way plane ticket to Canada and I’ll end up all snuggled up beside Sara in her 3-bedroom apartment in old and beautiful Montreal at Christmas eve. I just need to be transported from right here to right about anywhere at all.

Posted By Andrea On 08.21.2011 @ 8:59 am

bus rides and car rides…. goods in trucks space cadets… subway new york..mork & mindy africans transport baskets on their heads with water from rivers u can transport in canoes and kyakaks

Posted By Andrea On 08.20.2011 @ 6:15 pm

i missed you like you had no idea. that sound logic, because then again, you had NO IDEA, which breaks my hart. but i guess i’m over it already, although the scar is still there. maybe not on my heart (because i thought it was love, but it wasn´t) but on my mind.. yeah.

Posted By andrea On 08.19.2011 @ 8:51 pm

deer, a simple creature none from the hills of America and the plains of Africa. A creature so calm and reserved, and that can be turned off by a sudden movement or sound.

Posted By Andrea On 08.18.2011 @ 3:04 pm

You have to work in order to succeed. You have to believe in yourself and be around those who believe in you as well. Success sometimes seems impossible, but those who are strong can overcome all obstacles and succeed anyway.

Posted By Andrea On 08.17.2011 @ 1:36 pm

what goes in the sewing machine to make my comforter cover that the maj has helped me design and create. what holds together the quilts maj and grandma make with love. thin. breakable. but strong. tiny string. threads all over my pants and clothes from laying on the floor in the sewing room. thread of messages on facebook.

Posted By Andrea On 08.15.2011 @ 6:45 pm

far or near you should never fear. Once near and now so far it’s hard to get back. It’s strange how you can be so near and yet so far. Once near and yet now near means nothing and its only away. Nearly eight years and we can’t even sit near each other. Once so close that you couldn’t seperate us. Oh near how I miss you. Please come back near and make far go away.

Posted By Andrea On 08.14.2011 @ 12:01 am

The discovery which lead to today was an amazing one. It was amazing in its simplicity. She was In Love. That’s a major discovery. She found out that it changed the taste of his kisses, the way she looks at him, flavors the way she thinks of him.

Posted By Andrea On 08.12.2011 @ 7:27 pm

I have no answers, although I feign interest in the questions I can hardly decode myself. I feel like they’re just on the other side of the door, waiting for me to smile with them.. but my own fear of failure keeps me from becoming an advocate of such pleasures

Posted By andrea On 08.11.2011 @ 10:46 pm

what we think we know is the right solution, the right way of something. but really, having the right answer can make or break you, can define who you are and can completely backfire on you. and who’s to say your answer is right and someone else’s is wrong. it’s

Posted By andrea On 08.11.2011 @ 9:42 pm

my heart is boiling with emotions right now. my boy friends cousin and best friend just passed away. i found him dead in his bed and havnt dealt with my feelings. i need to soon.. i am boiling inside!

Posted By Andrea On 08.02.2011 @ 7:12 pm

boiling water and birds with cherry pie and apple dumplings, along with butterflies covered in red sea water from which moses parted in the days of jesus, and when my mother bought me a puzzle with red in it and i tried piecing it together but it didn’t work and boiled eggs.

Posted By Andrea On 08.02.2011 @ 6:11 pm

the lightning was very bright, it hit the roof of the car and split into several different parts, each one going a different way. the noise was deafening it hurt my ears i want the lightning to disappear.

Posted By Andrea On 07.25.2011 @ 8:53 pm

It’s a violent world we live in. A world without peace. A world where violence is a job. A well paying job if you do it the right way, and even if you find the right clients, or the right people to practice violence with. It’s hard to live here.

Posted By Andrea On 07.21.2011 @ 10:01 am

Sticks and stones May break my bones But your words will never hurt me.

What a load of bull. Words slice and dice. They kill little deaths. Tiny, little deaths. Deaths of the heart. Deaths of the soul. Sticks and stones my ass.

Posted By Andrea On 07.17.2011 @ 7:16 pm

i wish you could takre a bow for all thw lies yoyu told and bow me up and make me a gift cause i feel like i want one and i want to be famous and take bows with millons of peolpe watchng and as always iwant yoou too to be there and go bowling and bowling camps and us

Posted By andrea On 07.14.2011 @ 12:34 pm

“Dear girl, how many times do I have to tell you?” She looked up at her grandmother, who in turn was scowling down at her. “Tell me what?” the girl asked innocently. The woman sighed angrily. “You put your napkin on your lap, and you have to make sure your dress is smooth!” “But why?” she asked again, innocent like the last time. “It’s part of what I taught you! It’s called having proper etiquette!, my dear!”

Posted By Andrea On 07.14.2011 @ 1:30 am

What I mean to say is that I am not a perfect person, I try hard each day to be a good person but sometimes even that goal I fall short of. But at the end of the day I feel like being a good person in my heart is going to have to be enough. Because at the end of the day sometimes that’s all I have to give.

Posted By andrea On 07.10.2011 @ 9:30 pm

Maroon is an obnoxious color. It’s the perfect mix of red and purple to drive you mad! Women who wear maroon nail polish, I’ve noticed, seem to wear no other colors. It’s deep enough to be depressing, and not red enough to be exciting at all.

Posted By Andrea On 07.07.2011 @ 1:20 pm

I like the color maroon it is a combo of pink and dark red.. it reminds me of the heart love and makes me feel good inside.. another reason is I like the band maroon 5 they play really good music.. sometimes color and music together makes a really bad day just go away.

Posted By Andrea On 07.07.2011 @ 12:52 pm

I love being part of a cast. It’s like an impromptu family that springs up out of nowhere based on fiction and fantasy.

Posted By Andrea On 07.06.2011 @ 3:32 pm

Her legs sprouted from the bottom of her dress like the long stem of a beautiful red rose, smooth and pointed into her graceful heels, serving as a tiny vase. Without thorns, and bearing a creamy hue, they begged to be touched.

Posted By Andrea On 07.05.2011 @ 1:05 pm