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Magikarp flails around. Poor Magikarp, no one likes him. He’s like the ugly duckling that turns into not a swan but…… AN AMAZING GYARADOS. YEAH GYARADOS. Jesus Christ I must look stupid.

I flail around a lot. It’s really not attractive

Posted By Belle On 02.18.2013 @ 11:02 pm

I’m flailing because I am a duck. Ducks flail all the time because you know, they are ducks. Holy crap buscuits. Flailing! I flail around a lot. Yeah. Because I am a fangirl, fangirls flail.

Posted By Belle On 02.18.2013 @ 10:58 pm

The game. it was interesting, we played it when i was with my ex. the game. we lost it so many times. it was so much fun, we laughed so much! the game. so many memories. when things were good. when they treated me right. the game. i miss it.l those happy times. i wasn’t sad. we just played. laughter would come at any time, because someone said “the game”. now I’m alone. No inside jokes, no game, that’s it. nothing to do but text about smalltalk and sometimes encourage someone who’ll never care about me me the way i do about them. the game.i wish i could play it again.

Posted By Belle On 12.18.2012 @ 12:27 pm

ow needle what is even going on? bikes have punctures, you can fix them, i can’t but my dad can. it sounds like punch which is cool because you could get a puncture, i guess from a punch. i don’t know what needles are for, crack people and people who need blood tests and who won’t eat, like anorexics or people who can’t eat like stroke patients.

Posted By Belle On 08.07.2012 @ 3:10 am

people who chew it, don’t need it. people who don’t, need it. I want some cereal. and a nap. this was a good talk

Posted By Belle On 07.26.2012 @ 9:44 am

joining together. Like possibly joining together the 100 pages of psychology notes with my brain for the midterm tomorrow. Or the statistics notes that have equal importance. just fuse them into my cerebrum please. no need to be gentle.

Posted By Belle On 07.23.2012 @ 6:24 pm

Reminds me of some of the most wonderful times of my life. Wake up, snow outside, walk out of my room to peer down over the balcony, and see the house completely blanketed with Christmas decorations.

Posted By Belle On 07.16.2012 @ 7:19 pm

I’ve been in motion for the last 48 hours, thousands of feet in the air, being ferried around the country in a Boeing 747. From Honolulu to Phoenix, Denver to Atlanta, New York to Hartford. And Finally home to Storrs. Complete motion.

Posted By Belle On 07.02.2012 @ 2:43 am

i’d like to think that we all are just a configuration of everyone else that we come in contact with, and that genuine originality is simply our expression of all the external stimuli that we’ve come in contact with from birth till now.

Posted By Belle On 06.28.2012 @ 1:04 am

leading is like the present tense of led like you ARE leading someone somewhere…..you can lead people to all different types of places, like an imaginary one of like a crazy rape dungeon…(ahh my dads here this is awks) but anyway when you are leading someone you posess a kind of power because they trust you wholy to lead them somewhere nice, or to the right place…. its like an unsaid contract between 2 people that youre going to lead them in the right direction

Posted By belle On 05.25.2012 @ 4:50 pm

anywhere. your mind can go anywhere. your body can go anywhere. your spirit can go anywhere. but your heart, can only go where the one it loves, takes it.

Posted By belle On 12.01.2011 @ 5:48 am

a patent can be put on a new invention you can patent anything you don’t have to be the inventor just the first to claim it can give wrong people credit

Posted By Belle On 11.08.2011 @ 8:36 pm

i was tired. homework was crazy and i had stacks of books piled beside me.

Posted By Belle On 10.10.2011 @ 4:58 pm

What is it? Its something I’m feeling. I’m on edge. It’s a sharp keen feeling in the middle of my chest. Is it crying I’m going to do? Is it rage I’m going to enact?

Posted By Belle On 10.02.2011 @ 7:54 pm

I feel so hopeless. I don’t have a chance. I try and try, but nothing happens. Give me a chance.

Posted By Belle On 08.28.2011 @ 2:45 pm

i shall constantly repeat everything i have ever thought because of you. Only you, are the reason. i eternally Repeat. never knowing indifference. its agony.over and over

Posted By Belle On 08.17.2011 @ 8:51 am

Wow. Have I ever seen this word. Too many times.

Things repeat for me, too. Failures repeat for me, and I never seem to learn from my mistakes. I hate it… yet I just let it repeat. repeat. repeat.

Posted By Belle On 08.17.2011 @ 12:04 am

discovery. to discover is to explore. to explore is to experience life.

everyday we discover, but how we discover and what we discover, is what makes us unique.

Posted By belle On 08.13.2011 @ 6:12 am

discovery. to discover, is to explore. to explore, is to experience. and to experience, is to live life at its fullest.

one will discover new things every day. how we discover them is what makes us.

Posted By belle On 08.13.2011 @ 4:59 am

A canvas is a large creation of cotton, that can be blank, or filled with wonderful paintings, images, etc. It has the opportunity to be great, and it has the opportunity to be mediocre, and it has the opportunity to be itself.

Posted By Belle On 08.08.2011 @ 12:43 am

im really scared of lightning. i piss my pants sometimes just thinking of it. like, jesus. im most scared of it being somewhere in my town during a storm and i get shocked in the face, survive the accident and live with a horrible scar for the rest of my ugly scarred face!D;<

Posted By Belle On 07.25.2011 @ 3:19 pm

Cranes are tall white birds. They don’t look very fluffy. They are good at flying; I saw one in Minnesota once. I get them mixed up with herons and something else…can’t even remember.

Posted By Belle On 07.03.2011 @ 1:38 pm

To wade in the ocean To wade on the folds of my grandmother’s skirt To wade in the waves of love Or depsair Or envy or passion To wade in life Is to live as life

Posted By Belle On 06.29.2011 @ 1:51 pm

failed. sucks.shitty. an end to a good thing?

wrong. failure is only the beginning of something great. When I think of failure I think of greatness and strength. Sure failing at first sucks, but after it is only wonderful.

We learn from our failures and then go on to do great.

Posted By Belle On 06.24.2011 @ 2:37 pm

Intense, could be a sequence of written words, or a tone of voice, or a style of humanly being. Intensity is looked at as a good thing, in words of the past, yet society continues to frown upon it.

Posted By Belle On 06.23.2011 @ 6:39 am

I see a glowing light ahead of me, but its something far that I cannot reach.. and it’s shine has made me see, maybe there’s still something out there for me, for me to shine brighter than who I am now.,

Posted By Belle On 05.12.2011 @ 7:15 pm

Her eyes were red from crying. Somehow, rimming them in thick brown eyeliner seemed right, steadying, like following her normal routine in spite of the fact that her world was falling apart would fix things. She knew that it just made the bloodshot state of her eyes more startling, but she didn’t care. She wanted things to be normal, even if it was just a little bit, even if it was just on the surface.

Posted By Belle On 05.06.2011 @ 12:02 pm

My aunt lives in a trailer it was weird growing up I loved to go visit her because I thought it was so magic that she lived in a house on wheels and all her neighbors were literally a door away. My cousins would run next door in their underwear to borrow cerel first thing in the morning. I loved it. It wasn’t untill years later when I was in high school I realized they were considered trash for being magic.

Posted By Belle On 04.27.2011 @ 3:16 pm

He, wandered by the lonely meadow. Where nothing stopped him from thinking. Thinking of reality, dreaming, realization.

Posted By Belle On 03.14.2011 @ 4:06 pm

when I was three, I was obsessed with Audrey Hepburn- well still am. I know- weird for a three year old to be obsessed with audrey Hepburn…. But I was also mesmerized by her grace and elegance and wanted to be just like her and Holly Golightly and move to New York City. Well, still is my dream.

Posted By Belle On 03.12.2011 @ 3:35 pm