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I jjust look to a tornado today it was really scary because it was so big and powerful. Those crased things around me made me feel depressed

Posted By ingrid On 03.27.2013 @ 7:19 pm

The child plays in the sun enjoying the rays that warm her from within. She is alone; sometimes lonely and often not. She climbs trees and her giggles echo as if they are rolling of crystal chimes.

Posted By Ingrid On 02.10.2013 @ 1:38 pm

I think of the clips i use for my bows that I make. Well they’re very sturdy. I like them because they don’t slip out of your hiar and well they’re called alligator clips but they’re not like the electrical alligator clips, they’r for your hair obviously.

Posted By Ingrid On 12.25.2011 @ 12:28 am

artistry what the hell? such a random word. as such art should be. random. out of nowhere. it should just be art. be beautiful, cool, creative, just what it is. no thought. i want to do this become artistic. use colors and crafts and make something artistic

Posted By ingrid On 10.27.2011 @ 2:07 am

sigh. smashed. squished. i feel pressed between two hot plates, two irons, two dark giant metal walls crushing me inward.

the only thing to do is breathe deeply and go with it. let it happen.

relax into my own pressing.

Posted By ingrid On 09.25.2011 @ 2:32 pm

nice little deer, you’re so beautiful. i see you everyday, walking and being free. i wish i was like you someday. i envy your freedom, cuz i know i’ll never be that way. so lucy, so lucky you are.

Posted By ingrid On 08.19.2011 @ 9:22 am

Thunder is a loud sea of crashing and tumbling in the heavens. It’s tumtulous rumbles have a comforting place in my heart. The sound of thunder reminds me of home.

Posted By Ingrid On 07.27.2011 @ 9:38 am

Thunder is terrifying to some people. I, or some reason, enjoy the sounds. It feels like I’m being swallowed by some sort of large sea mammal. my pet rabbit hates thunder. Probably for the same reason I like it.

Posted By Ingrid On 07.27.2011 @ 9:35 am

yes!!!* it’s crackling all around me now! the rain is pouring, the thunder is storming. everything around me is covered in white haze, surreal grey. the sound is echoing white noise into nothingness. the trees are bending and greening.

and so am i.

(*what an amazing synchronicity that the word is “lightning” while i’m literally in the middle of an amazing storm. i love oneword.)

Posted By ingrid On 07.25.2011 @ 2:39 pm

moose walked in the wood got his antlers stuck in the trees died trying to get free by breaking his neck go and cut the antlers off his head and hang them

Posted By ingrid On 06.25.2011 @ 5:26 pm

i wonder what my life is going to be when im 35 will i have a job, a happy family? and who will i be with? sometimes i just wonder too much and cant focus on the present… but then im also scared of not being able to wonder.

Posted By Ingrid On 06.17.2011 @ 8:35 pm

Your ego is through the roof. I tell you this daily. But you don’t agree with me. You need to chill, cause not everyone cares what you’re wearing. They care about what’s inside. They do, really. Stop caring. Put that ego down the drain!

Posted By Ingrid On 04.01.2011 @ 5:27 pm

The purpose in life is to live however you can and accomplish everything to your heart’s desire. The purpose of love is to be amazed with someone and everything they are for no reason other than they are perfect to you. The purpose of your dreams is to follow you heart.

Posted By Ingrid On 03.31.2011 @ 3:06 pm

I trusted everything the sky; the light, the dark, the clouds. I trusted the sky to surround me and fill me with joy. A blanket of protection, the sky stayed and became part of my every dream.

Posted By Ingrid On 03.30.2011 @ 12:39 pm

i have wondered who i am, why i’m here, how to realize my ultimate purpose.

wondering is wonder-ful! to guess, question, explore, think about, learn, discover…it’s incredible to wonder.

i wonder who you are?

i wonder if we’ll ever meet?

Posted By ingrid On 03.09.2011 @ 4:54 pm

I wish I could invent something useful and beautiful. It doesn’t have to be something tangible… I could invent a philosophy or a religion. If I were to invent an object it would be a brush with shampoo in it. So useful.

Posted By Ingrid On 02.18.2011 @ 3:01 pm

Ull. Ull som myke bomullskyer. Jeg lar hånda gli gjennom ulla, ulla som en gang har varmet en sau som har løpt rundt og beita på grønne jorder. Jeg blir trist av tanken, og håper den har fått ny ull nå. Ellers ville jeg gitt den tilbake om jeg kunne. Jeg ser opp på skyene og tenker at de er små ulldotter de også,

Posted By Ingrid On 02.17.2011 @ 7:18 am

Whimsical, the word is whimsical. Story of my life as Ingrid. What shall I do today? Book, dance, write, clean, love?

Posted By Ingrid On 01.15.2011 @ 10:15 am

Jason Bourne, that is all.

Posted By Ingrid On 01.01.2011 @ 6:38 pm

It was obvious. Why couldn’t I see it then? They all knew it was obvious and yet nothing penetrated my walls. Or did it? It did. I am ashamed. It was obvious. I’m not sorry there’s nothing to save.

Posted By Ingrid On 12.26.2010 @ 9:11 am

Eh paperclips? We could be friends if you like. I rarely see you around. Hit me up and we can hang sometime I’m not out with stapler. Ttyl, lolz.

Posted By Ingrid On 12.23.2010 @ 9:42 am

Dear rejection, You surround me always. You are behind me and before me. Most fear you, while the rest loathe you. I have began to smile at your visits. You have yet to disappoint. You bring me what I need instead of what I want. You are the footpath to fate.

Posted By Ingrid On 12.22.2010 @ 10:01 am

What’s the possibility that I might actually be happy at the end of my life?

Posted By Ingrid On 12.12.2010 @ 9:42 am

are for making thing or the building blocks of life but when i think of e-courses and I think and look at the materials I might need, and I think of the state of my craft room and I shrug and go and do something else insted.

Posted By Ingrid On 11.13.2010 @ 2:56 am

a kit for a scrapbook or a journey or to learn or to make or to do…or to stay at the back of a cupboard getting longer and longer away from the origional reason until it is taken to a charity shiop for someone else to lose behind a pile of stuff in a cupboard.

Posted By Ingrid On 11.05.2010 @ 1:33 pm

There was once a beautiful loft in NYC that I found super charming. I wanted to buy it but couoldn\t afford it When i tried to purchase it, the woman next door took me to the corner and said no, end of story

Posted By Ingrid On 08.29.2010 @ 8:55 pm

i don’t understand how this thing really works. i suppose it’s like another internet gimmick thing that will come and go. ahhh it’s going so quickly, literally. loading…

Posted By Ingrid On 08.22.2010 @ 12:59 am

I stood at the water’s edge watching the ripples grow from my toes. I couldn’t remember exactly what brought me down to the river that day, but I knew I had to think. There was a lot on my mind and I wanted to sort things out.

Posted By Ingrid On 08.19.2010 @ 9:11 pm

I don’t like science. I always score lowest on the science sections of tests. I like the reading and English sections best. Science is boring to me. Science was never a subject I liked in school. Booring.

Posted By Ingrid On 06.06.2010 @ 10:18 pm

The train stopped at the station. Steam billowed out, flowing into the night sky. The little girl jumped down from the monster. The train pulled away, taking with it everything that she had known.

Posted By Ingrid On 05.31.2010 @ 4:09 pm