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I go to there house every summer. Oh god. I have to pretend like I’m religious until they fall asleep. I sit at the dinner table, holding hands with them and pretending to pray. I like to look around at their faces, watch the intensity. I guess it is better to believe in a god, lord or whatever…then not believe in anything. I guess I envy them in a way…Posted By Justine On 01.04.2013 @ 11:23 pm
I know nothing. I think i do because i have been going to a good school, i am en route to college; but i don’t. Who “knows” anything really? I mean….everything? No one can know everything, there would be nothing left to learn and the earth would be a very dull place. I say this with respect for those who think they know, but i don’t think they do. They must know themselves to make such assumptions, yet they don’t. I don’t. I know i don’t.Posted By Justine On 12.23.2012 @ 9:00 am
Church. Havent been in a while, but i miss it. Even though i never had mass or did mass or even know what mass is. I miss the durans so much, they were definitely a second family to me. Its weird how everything just changes but i feel like i will always love that family. Jim and pam are the nicest. I miss feeling like a part of church. I rememeber when i first started going there i felt super left out but once i stopped being shy it was pretty easy to not feel left out at all.Posted By Justine On 10.09.2012 @ 9:48 am
there was a place far from the world where a fierce battle scene was taking place, the land was filled with blood and death filled the air. it was a mess and the world was broken. no one could have predicted this, not even me. it was terrifying and i held my breathe trying not to cry as i watched the bodies fall to the ground. i knew these people at some point.. i don’t get it! this is terrible. what a scene.Posted By justine On 10.05.2012 @ 8:30 pm
‘Is there someone out there?’ I try to call out. But no sound comes from my mouth. I have no mouth. I have no voice.
There is nothing.
I’m just existing.
But there’s black everywhere. I’m not entirely sure whether or not it is due to my being in the dark or if it’s because I have no eyes.
I’m just here.
Hovering over nothing. Levitating in thin nothing. Floating in nothing.
What were the five senses? Sight. Touch. Smell. Taste. Hear. I suspect those meant nothing right now.Posted By Justine On 07.20.2012 @ 8:48 pm
era un convicto que en vez de ser infeliz era muy feliz. tenía todo lo que algún día había querido… dónde dormir, dónde comer, con quién hablar y con quién compartir su soledad. entonces llegó el día en el que tuvo que salir y fue infeliz. salió y se dio cuenta de que su vida tenía tan poco sentido como estar en la cárcel. no fue feliz.Posted By Justine On 06.02.2012 @ 10:43 am
PETER PEVENSIE AND EDMUND PEVENSIE SLASH (Boy/Boy). DON’T LIKE, THEN DON’T READ.
Peter and Edmund were close.
They were, and they thought they always will be. Never have they drifted apart from each other. They always kept their closeness and cherished it, even if, for some, their relationship was unnatural and wrong. For the most part, they childhood consisted mostly of memories of each other. Playing, talking, and the like. But even good things have to come to an end. Their relationship underwent a fast change, just after their father left for war. The sudden responsibilty on his young shoulders was new to Peter, and more so the sudden hostility his brother Edmund was showing him (which was returned by Peter- although with slightly less fervor). And these small fights, which all started from carelessly thrown insults, turned to much bigger ones, with more shouting and more carelessness.
And this was the start of their separation.Posted By Justine On 05.02.2012 @ 2:11 am
a pageant is a shiny competition between lovely girls, judged by older men who look for only the beauty on their faces and bodies, not the smartness of their minds or their views.All that matters is the pretty cellophane transparent empty look on their pretty facesPosted By Justine On 03.19.2012 @ 2:55 pm