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This place is in New york city it is beautiful there is a movie setting in this place a lot of people vist there it is a tour attraction

Posted By Julia On 05.16.2013 @ 11:59 am

Taboos are meant to be broken. Each period had it’s own and once they are broken mankind trullly progresses

Posted By julia On 05.14.2013 @ 9:04 pm

she looms over me and i cant see around her she consumes my thoughts, my waking consciousness and her ideas are my ideas and i cant tell the difference between us anymore. we are one, but i dont want to be.

Posted By Julia On 05.11.2013 @ 2:08 am

loom. what is loom? i have no idea. i’ve heard the word before, but i can’t remember what it means. i wish i had time to see a dictionary. yes, a dictionary would be great. loom is nice. a nice little word. i think it has something to do with looking.

Posted By Julia On 05.10.2013 @ 10:11 pm

My sister started weaving scarves for my family and me the summer after 6th grade. She had attended the Blue Lake Fine Arts camp in Michigan for acting, and had taken an elective in weaving. When she came home, my grandpa helped her to build a loom of her own. It’s falling apart now, but it still hangs around in her now-empty room.

Posted By Julia On 05.10.2013 @ 4:35 pm

simplify life. why do we need complicated? Why do we need traffic? We do we need anything that retracts from simplicity? love coffee. Love books. love walking. Love simple things, because large things take up room. Simple things give you room to love endlessly.

Posted By julia On 05.08.2013 @ 9:26 pm

average. Do you feel average now? “I hope so,” said the insecure teenager. “I hope not,” said the college student padding her resume. “It really doesn’t matter,” said the true adult.

Posted By Julia On 05.03.2013 @ 8:44 pm

I consider a timeline of my life. It’s short. But so full. How can there be so many important moments? I’ve already forgotten at least as many of those moments as I’ve had… It’s amazing to think of that. My mind, so full, full enough to already be losing pieces of the puzzle sitting there. Shuffling the pieces around. Is anything hiding? Look for the corners.

Posted By Julia On 05.02.2013 @ 7:21 pm

I clasp my hand around my new blue purse. It’s from the outlets and I am still excited that I have it. I have had a red purse for the past two years given to me FOR FREE by a colleague and it is as torn apart as a free red purse can be. My new purse is a bit more expensive than free and oh so worth it.

Posted By Julia On 04.28.2013 @ 6:15 pm

The magenta cat followed me through the dark place of Wistburry palace. The old woman, who says that she lives there, followed me as well. They both showed me the magic and beauty of the place. U was shocked and surprised by this. The cat, and woman both showed me beauty.

Posted By Julia On 04.21.2013 @ 4:00 pm

A creature is a animal or monster that lives like a human. They can be scary. There once was a creature in the woods that ate like a pig and looked like a cow! It made a friend that was a diansour. It’s name was Nigel.

Posted By Julia On 04.17.2013 @ 7:04 pm

people’s welfare is the most important issue in our society

Posted By Julia On 04.11.2013 @ 5:47 am

In fact I can only guess what is it. Maybe some special board.

Posted By Julia On 04.10.2013 @ 6:39 am

oh jesus, you really wanted me? this has nothing to do with a big photosynthesizing snake, but seriously, you actually wanted me. i want to unfold you like a cell wall if that’s alright with you (which it’s not)

Posted By Julia On 04.05.2013 @ 5:30 pm

I examined the bronze statue. Something about it was irresistible to me. Each cut into its surface was so smooth and its color so rich. “I’m looking for 5,000 do I see 5,000,” the auctioneer’s rapid voice said, bringing me back to awareness. I looked at the statue again. Sweat formed around the paddle in my hand. Did I dare?

Posted By Julia On 03.28.2013 @ 1:54 pm

im destined to be with him. I love him and we just clicked. we were meant to be. I wanna be with him for a long time. he means the world to me and we were destined to be together! I just know it bc I love him. he is perfect for me and I am perfect for him. im baddiel and he is skinner.

Posted By julia On 03.26.2013 @ 4:39 pm

A stealthy operation meant to deceive in order to fulfill one’s objectives. Spies do this kind of activity. So do criminals. Police officers do as well, often in the form of a sting operation. C

Posted By Julia On 03.17.2013 @ 8:06 am

“withered” makes me feel lonely. i wish i could find something that would last forever. it makes me oddly scared for the future

Posted By julia On 03.10.2013 @ 9:50 pm

I waited 6 months and 5 days for this. He’s been through more than I can imagine. He’s met death and looked him in the eye. Now he has returned. Only one could imagine how that changes ones life.

Posted By Julia On 03.07.2013 @ 12:49 pm

We sit on the balcony and stare at the fireworks. I look at my phone, reading the text from my boyfriend. “I love you too”. But we watch for the boy whose balcony is below ours, hoping we’ll be able to see him again tonight. My love life will soon go up in flames.

Posted By Julia On 03.06.2013 @ 9:30 am

conjure up a feeling or conjure up a dream long forgotten swims in thoughts i wish i’d grasp your hand. wake up in the snowtime the springtime warm flowers. conjure up a dream now use your dreaming powers

Posted By Julia On 03.02.2013 @ 4:53 am

what is that you want me to believed and why how should I feel about this? Who is that is untrue that conflicts me? That is not what life is about– we can’t pretend to be who we are, we must be, we must believe, and share this message, be inspired by a true message.

Posted By julia On 03.02.2013 @ 3:35 am

weary, used, weathering heights, classical books, stormy, worn, beatened down, romanticized, loss of power, jaded, umbrella, large gothic mansion

Posted By Julia On 02.20.2013 @ 6:45 pm

The rain was falling softly onto the lake as she walked with her head tucked under a navy umbrella. sirens could be heard in the distance as she walked. One foot in front of the other she thought to herself. A word floated into her head, ‘weathered’. That was a good description for how she was feeling at the moment. The weather outside seemed to mimic her inner turmoil.

Posted By Julia On 02.20.2013 @ 4:17 pm

i should feel more tired that this i should be yawning, moaning, my knees cracking but instead i’m awake waiting for you to say something, anything that’ll reassure me that i wasn’t just a mistake in the grande scheme of your universe but more that that, i’m scared you won’t

Posted By Julia On 02.16.2013 @ 9:46 pm

I opened the door and took a deep breath. While I was gone, no one had disturbed the sanctity of my home. It was evident by the clutter sitting exactly where I had left it and the dust on the counters. Home sweet home

Posted By Julia On 02.14.2013 @ 1:31 pm

I looked at him and glanced away awkwardly. It wasn’t easy to say something like this, especially not to a guy as good as him. There wasn’t a bad bone in him, but I willed myself to say it: “Adam, I have a confession to make.”

Posted By Julia On 02.15.2013 @ 1:18 pm

I look out over the praries as the weeds dance in the wind. It makes my skin tingle and my sense light up. I haven’t felt like this in a long time I’m happy. free. For about five minutes It’ll be enough.

Posted By Julia On 02.13.2013 @ 6:59 pm

I keep two plants by my window here. Not much sunlight gets through, but they soak it all in, growing, slowly, day by day getting bigger, getting stronger, getting greener. It is the direct contest with myself that I love so much about these plants, that as I eat less and less and cease to grow, to take up space in the world, they are slowly but surely gathering their strength and reaching out, filling the space around them. And as I shrink, they grow.

Posted By Julia On 02.09.2013 @ 8:38 am

there is a wall right in front of me. There are walls surrounding me at most times which makes them very easy to forget about. I was just talking about a wall the other day with my friend. We were talking about colors. And, I always think about walls when I run. I have to push through the wall that I have created. It makes it easier to think of it metaphorically.

Posted By Julia On 02.03.2013 @ 11:58 am