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drops of water splash and fill the puddle at my feet. the tears i’ve cried mingle and become invisible. I never thought about the way I feel only everyone around me. Now my feelings overflow and grab me at every corner.

Posted By Julie On 04.11.2012 @ 9:35 am

I’d like to blaze a trail into a new more holy life, burning away all that keeps me bogged down and come through clearer, refined, more gloriously alive and shining.

Posted By Julie On 04.02.2012 @ 10:37 am

red. hostile, quick, slow. angry, steam. upset, mad, explosive. it is destructive. emotional, words that you don’t mean. hard to control. quick to judge.

Posted By julie On 03.25.2012 @ 7:15 pm

I looked down at my dress. Blue, cut sleeves, slit at the knee. It looked like every other prom dress. Sparkly and too revealing. How to make is special was all I could wonder about. I ran into my mothers room and grabbed her silver locket her grandmother gave her. I looked exquisite now. I looked exquisite until the clasp broke and I lost it during the dance.

Posted By Julie On 03.25.2012 @ 5:33 am

in the trunk of my car sit a heart. the heart i am taking to your house. this heart i am giving to you. for you to love. and to hold. and to never let go. because you love me as much as i love you. and it will always be that way. because luck is on my side. and we will always be perfect. even if the others don’t see it.

Posted By Julie On 03.22.2012 @ 7:07 pm

these are typically handled with things such as movies, tvs, musics. i also think of when TV first came out with ratings such as TV-G.. ratings rock

Posted By Julie On 03.20.2012 @ 7:10 pm

So silly. What a phony facade of beauty. Tanned, voluptuous bodies will be wrinkles and droopy in so many years.

Posted By Julie On 03.19.2012 @ 7:48 pm

I have never liked anything pastel It seems so weak to me I have always had it in my heart to love the colors with depth I feel about people the same way Bypassing the weak and drawn to the ones with depth

Posted By Julie On 03.16.2012 @ 11:34 pm

patterns develop in our lives and we don’t even realize it or plan them to. i see all these negative patterns of thought and behavior in my life that i want to start to change. we’ve got to revisit ourselves every once in awhile– really dig deep and reflect on whether we’re truly being the person we want to be. i’m excited to take this leap and reevaluate my decisions and get rid of negative patterns.

Posted By Julie On 03.16.2012 @ 11:04 am

Patterns all around the room. Floral. Striped. Polka. I’m in a room full of patterns and a door on each different pattern. I wonder… Is this a test? Am I supposed to pick a certain door? Does this determine by personality? Is this life or death? I think I’ll pick floral. Polka gives me a headache and stripes make me think of wallpaper. Floral it is. So pretty and chique. And this is it. Open the door. Find my reality. And I open it and it’s you. Standing there, with flowers wanting to hold me in your arms. I’m where I’m supposed to be.

Posted By Julie On 03.16.2012 @ 10:59 am

I’m not from america or any other land that is english speaking so I have no clue what this word means, I don’t have time to look it up, so I just do it this way. Is this good enough? I’m not sure, duration. Durex? Wrong and false, probably.

Posted By Julie On 03.14.2012 @ 11:47 am

Someone is not listening and we need to figure out how we can show how much this matters to us We need to all work together in solidarity, petition the world for better human rights For legalising drugs For having our say on where they drill for oil For complaining of police brutality Our petitions are endless Will they ever listen?

Posted By Julie On 03.13.2012 @ 8:43 pm

“God is more then a person. Hes a force watching us, he guides us. Remember that in the coming week. Thank you everyone, enjoy your Sunday.” I couldn’t help feeling doubtful. God was never there when i needed him. I was sick of believing in something that would never pay off. If he was real. My mother wouldn’t have gotten in a car accident. she would be here with me.

Posted By Julie On 03.12.2012 @ 5:37 pm

trash into useful things

Posted By Julie On 03.12.2012 @ 8:55 am

gourmet is just a fancy word for food right? I mean, food is always food. So why should it matter if its good, or bad, as long as it does its job. Some people cant even get the disgusting food we get in cafeterias. It shouldn’t matter if its gourmet or not.

Posted By Julie On 03.10.2012 @ 3:07 pm

the end of class on the last day of school…the only word that the whole class wants to hear…that we are dismissed. we can go home. we can start the summer that we have such high hopes for.

Posted By julie On 03.09.2012 @ 4:22 pm

Once upon a time, a man named Carlyle decided that it was time to teach his students the importance in tying one’s shoelaces. However, the children were wearing velcro shoes. Carlyle became frustrated and threw a piece of chalk against the chalkboard and bolted from the room. He then cried. The end. (or is it the end?)

Posted By Julie On 03.07.2012 @ 8:06 pm

I desire to show other people the ways of life. To show someone how to do things in which they need to be done. In the most simple way possible. You must learn the ropes in order to live life accordingly.

Posted By Julie On 03.07.2012 @ 8:03 pm

I love to swing HIGH!

Posted By Julie On 03.06.2012 @ 5:28 pm

The crescent moon in the sky last night formed a triangle with Jupiter and another planet. It was a beautiful sight. A crescent roll is very delicious when it is warm — just out of the oven. The crescent wrench was needed to loosen the pipe to get it unplugged.

Posted By julie On 02.28.2012 @ 10:23 am

Popcorn is a type of snack. It comes from corn that is heated and eventually pops open. You can eat popcorn with butter, salt, cheese, caramel, or many other types of flavorings. Popcorn is most often enjoyed at the movies or at home while entertaining.

Posted By Julie On 02.26.2012 @ 12:35 pm

blast from the past or memory renewed. Blast from an explosion or having so much fun its a blast. Blast into the future like a rocket ship. Blast it apart.

Posted By julie On 02.24.2012 @ 5:28 pm

This game was my salvation as a kid. miss scarlet with the candlestick in the library. Now I’m actually starting to get one. Mostly because I’m not scared to listen to the silence. What you avoid you don’t want. Booze doesn’t solve it. can’t fuck it away, get it? Finally I’m starting to.

Posted By julie On 02.14.2012 @ 10:15 pm

His name was Hughes and he was a P.I. Right now, the most important thing in his life were – clues. He didn’t have any regarding his cases, hence he had no goddamn clue how to keep paying the rent. He needed someone to help him out, but who?

He didn’t have a goddamn clue.

Posted By Julie On 02.14.2012 @ 12:18 pm

i had absolutely no clue how to proceed. let me introduce myself: my name is hughes, and i am a pi working in ny, and me having no clue pretty much summed up how far ive gotten with the case.

Posted By Julie On 02.14.2012 @ 12:06 pm

Around me it was chaos. Loud, bright and continuously in motion the festival was all consuming. It was like a high that never ended, the music and the movement dizzying and beautiful. And just for the night, I wasn’t me. i wasn’t the girl with her nose in a book and her head in the clouds. I wasn’t the girl who worked so hard for her grades, but with no plan for the future. For once I wasn’t the girl who felt stuck in herself. For once, I was whoever I wanted to be.

Posted By Julie On 02.11.2012 @ 8:52 pm

Pony up. Pony for your daughter? why? which all this excess. Let the animal be free and the human be humble…pony. Be free pony. Be free human. It’s the wisest way to be for both.

Posted By Julie On 02.10.2012 @ 4:17 pm

bare and free, primal and receptive brave and barren, wild and broken bearers of light bringers of dawn painted and muffled peaked and pawned beseech-ed

Posted By Julie On 02.07.2012 @ 3:40 pm

Epic is word that has been cheapened by this generation. It should be used to describe things like “The Iliad” , or General Custards last stand, the invention of the light-bulb. Your best-friend puking on a police car with the officer still inside the car does NOT qualify as epic.

Posted By Julie On 02.02.2012 @ 4:46 pm

The bees were buzzing merrily as Meredith skipped across the field; the big hive above her door was positively bursting with energy today, and she found she rather enjoyed the melodius hums that kept her company. The bees were her friends, she had decided when she was very little, and she liked it when her friends kept her company. She loved the bees and she loved her hive and she hoped they would never die.

Posted By Julie On 01.25.2012 @ 6:18 pm