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One day I want to travel. Just me and my backpack. I would take it everywhere with me. To paris, rome, italy.

Posted By heather On 06.02.2011 @ 2:57 am

two best friends dancing in a kitchen holding spoons singing to aretha franklin.

Posted By Heather On 05.31.2011 @ 1:01 pm

time passing. citizen cane

Posted By heather On 05.31.2011 @ 12:48 pm

Thade blinked as the sun tried its best to filter through his closed eyes. “Stupid mornings…” he mumbled, rolling onto his side. The boy ruffled his bed-flattened hair, pausing as the feeling rushed back memories of a dream. Gold and green, a mother’s touch as she ruffled his hair with a gentle hand. The dream again. He smiled and rubbed his chest as he always did. It was nice to talk to her.

Posted By heather On 05.31.2011 @ 9:23 am

on the side of the face. prickly or long. mutton chops. thick, thin, i don’t care. they’re nice. i don’t know why they’re called sideburns, though. do they burn? do they hurt? they’re just on the side, but i guess sides aren’t a very good name for anything except the actual sides of things.

Posted By Heather On 05.30.2011 @ 9:29 am

He sat down at the counter, giving the waitress at the other end his eyes and a raised finger. A moment later, a cup of steaming coffee sat before him. He ordered a slice of cherry pie and slicked his hair back in the men’s room. As he sat back down on his stool, he unrolled his shirt sleeve and took out a pack of Marlboro. The waitress came over a second later with a clean ashtray.

“You know,” she said snapping her bubblegum. “You got everything right, except the sideburns.”

Posted By Heather On 05.29.2011 @ 1:43 pm

I can’t hide the despair I feel whenever I think about him. It’s like this never ending feeling that nothing is ever going to be getting any better. I don’t know what to do about it. It hurts so bad.

Posted By Heather On 05.28.2011 @ 8:35 pm

I despair at the thought of losing the guy that is the one man I think I could ever actually love. It hurts so bad to think of him being gone. I love him so much it’s like this will never end, even though I’m sure it will.

Posted By Heather On 05.28.2011 @ 8:31 pm

My Grandfather had a canteen. It was leather. when I was younger I used to hold it in my hand and imagine him as a cowboy.

Posted By Heather On 05.26.2011 @ 11:30 pm

Torch light burning in the night. It flicks and blazes against the starry night backdrop. I feel the breeze against my skin softening the heat from the flame.

Posted By Heather On 05.26.2011 @ 6:21 am

She was holding the torch in front of her, watching her feet and squinting against the smoke. She was lost. He was after her. The torch didn’t really light her way.

Posted By heather On 05.25.2011 @ 10:11 pm

I love to sit in telephone booths and pretend That I am a mannequin on display. I am artwork on display for the world. I am fine enough with my flaws to show them to the world. I love telephone booths.

Posted By Heather On 05.25.2011 @ 7:27 am

My best friend. She means the world to me. Ms. Amanda Booth. My boo. She’s there for me when I need her. And I will always be there for her. There is not much I can say about her that can really describe what a great person she is. I hope she knows how awesome she is.

Posted By Heather On 05.24.2011 @ 9:36 pm

resaurants family firends food dinner leather laughter drinks 50′s server waitress fun love soda milkshake fries burgers diner pub friends

Posted By Heather On 05.24.2011 @ 4:57 pm

Pretzels, a wonderful twisted salty treat. The big soft ones go well with a little mustard!

Posted By Heather On 05.22.2011 @ 5:51 pm

a thief stole my boots i was afraid in the bank because i think the black man looked like a thief. THIEF! I yelled.

Posted By heather On 05.23.2011 @ 8:43 pm

Someone who took my love without asking. Turned me into a vulnerable person and left me out in this world, confused and lost. Never to know that they just walked in and took something I never planned on giving. No one was good enough for it but then he walked in and somehow I was without a care in this world, except to be with him. My love thief.

Posted By Heather On 05.23.2011 @ 12:48 pm

It is the most classic word that describes what everyone wants. The classic family in the classic home with the picket white fence. It screams normality and everyone wants a piece.

Posted By Heather On 05.20.2011 @ 6:56 pm

Domestic chores involve attempting to do the laundry while instead being distracted by pie. Pie is good. Good pie is good pie. Yay pie! Personally I’m a big fan of pecan pie. Domestic chores are important, don’t give into the pie.

Posted By Heather On 05.20.2011 @ 10:50 am

Fearing god, calm safe place stunted growth, adaptation, simply submissive, a good beer in the country.

Posted By heather On 05.20.2011 @ 7:57 am

Domestic abuse is not always as clear as one might think. It does not necessarily occur in the Physical Abuse of hitting that people are accustomed to believe. Sexual domestic abuse and mental domestic abuse are two other forms it can occur in. Only until recently it was legal for a man to force her to have sexual relations with her. He could rape her at will as long as he felt the desire to. Mental domestic abuse can occur because of a significant others addiction to a substance or activity, and the neglect can cause a person to feel depressed. While the person may feel it is their own fault for feeling depressed, it really is not.

An important fact for anyone (well at least in Oregon) if the cops are called because of what sounds like a domestic quarrel. It is required for at least one of the involved to be arrested on the spot. Therefore if while cleaning the dishes you are fighting with your wife/husband and a dish breaks while cleaning, a neighbor may decide to call the cops. While it may be normal for you two to quarrel, there may have not been any actual physical pain inflicted upon the other person, BUT the police officer still must arrest and remove one of the people from the situation.

One might assume “domestic” seems to be a simple and almost calming term, but unfortunately the lives of others are far from the literal term of “domestic.” People begin to believe that the way they interact is normal, and because they love the other they will not accuse the other of treating them poorly. This is unfortunate. It is also unfortunate when a spouse does not realize it is happening to them and doesn’t seek further assistance even though [at times] it may be critical

Posted By Heather On 05.19.2011 @ 7:58 pm

Quietly, I sat at the table reading through the unfamiliar words. Images conjure up reactions that I know are inappropriate. “Pablano Mole?” I say to my friend. She laughs at my wrinkled forehead, turned up nose, and squinty eyes. “Why would anyone want to eat a hairy creature that lives under ground. A sour look crosses my face as I imagine a mole served on a plate, a flower in its mouth.

Posted By Heather On 05.18.2011 @ 8:13 pm

I am tempted to quit everything going on in my life right now. I am tempted to question what goes on and who I see throughout my life. I am tempted to tell everyone to fuck off. Temptation is a very seductive word.

Posted By Heather On 05.17.2011 @ 3:55 pm

His tongue brushed over parted lips in a show of temptation. His dark eyes were steady as he watched the man before him with obvious lust. Finally, his will failed and the great Ja’k pounced Thade, toppling them both to the ground in a shower of laughter.

Posted By heather On 05.17.2011 @ 1:50 pm

It was a curious sight. A woman with her hands around her ankles mooing at the gentleman across the street. Her face was red from too much blood flow and the man’s was red with embarrassment. I don’t know why she was doing it, but I assumed she knew him. Hopefully.

Posted By Heather On 05.16.2011 @ 9:31 pm

Vodka and orange juice makes a lovely drink. I found that out my freshman year of high school, and so did my parents. Nowadays I don’t really care to drink. Belligerent drunks are rather annoying and I would never want myself to be like that.

Posted By Heather On 05.15.2011 @ 10:50 am

Thorn laughed, her head tilting back as the echoes rolled over her brother’s blushing face. Thade growled. “I did not vomit!” Thorn laughed harder, “No! You just choked!” The rebel leader settled her laughter long enough to take a deep swig of the vodka, laughing at her yellow bellied brother more.

Posted By heather On 05.14.2011 @ 5:09 pm

vodka is an alcoholic beverage that can be bad for ones health if it is drunk in large amounts. you can take shots of vodka. vodka is fermented fruit. vodka tastes good. vodka shots can be flavoured. you can have different kinds or flavours of vodka. you can get drunk off large quantities of vodka

Posted By heather On 05.14.2011 @ 2:50 pm

Thorn stared out over the tips of the buildings, sprouting up from the desolate wasteland around them like an iron oasis growing in the sand. She hadn’t seen the scape in ten years, but it hadn’t changed. “Parasites”.

Posted By heather On 05.13.2011 @ 8:56 pm

I think people glow wonderfully. No matter who you are. Some people say pregnant woman glow. I think I glow when Joshua talks to me…awkward, is anyone I know gonna see this? That would really suck:/ I think I would get made fun of for ages. I want the stars to glow.

Posted By Heather On 05.12.2011 @ 6:57 pm