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Account. My Pottermore account is just sitting there, vacant. I got my first email I don’t even know how many weeks ago (total lie. it was precisely 4 weeks) and I’m like HI! GIVE ME MY NEXT ONE SO I CAN LOG IT. Thanks, JKR. Thanks so much. I’m pissed. That is all :)Posted By Kate On 09.14.2011 @ 6:34 pm
Rally… that’s an interesting one, oneword, I give you credit. Rally makes me think of tennis. Like, you know, rally back and forth and volleying the ball and such. Rally also makes me think of protests… yeah that’s pretty much all the word rally means to me today.Posted By Kate On 09.13.2011 @ 6:04 pm
Get together and join the group. Come join our cause and stand up for something with real meaning. Your life should stand for something important. Take this step and give your life meaning. When you become part of the group, you’ll find dozens of like-minded individuals who share you thoughts and feelings.Posted By Kate On 09.13.2011 @ 12:36 pm
Trade is. Well I’ve actually already written about this word and it irritates me to no end that I wasn’t given a different one. But I’m just thinking out loud there. Back to what I’ve already written at an earlier time today; trade reminds me of old history classes where we would talk about indians trading fur coats and what not. eh. not exciting.Posted By Kate On 09.12.2011 @ 8:12 pm
the destruction of a single moment of my life could change it forever, and that is very well what i may have done when i said the words that turned you away. there was always a chance before now but i think that after what i told you the moment is gone and the chance is lost forever.Posted By Kate On 08.26.2011 @ 11:36 am
with force i exerted on you, i made you cry, i made you gasp my name because you were ashamed to be a part of my life & i yours. i don’t know what made me do it, only that i had an overwhelming need to see your face pressed flat against the ground, nose compressed on cold tiles making it bleed onto the linoleum, ruining expensive renovations. who gives a fuck? i did it, you cried, it worked, i’ll do it again sometime, you’ll like it, we’ll like it, we’ll love it.Posted By kate On 08.26.2011 @ 10:33 am
silk — silky smooth, like a baby’s bottom. silk makes me want to snuggle in something comfortable. it brings comfort and warmness when hearing the word. it’s hard to believe it comes from a worm, something i don’t associate with things that are good. i know when its raining outside, worms will be out on their deathbed, squirming around while wishing they can go back into their dirt enclaves called home. hard to believe something so beautiful comes from a worm.Posted By kate On 08.23.2011 @ 8:20 pm
fish don’t sink, because they have these bubble things, and the just float, and swim around. maybe if they were dead, the bubble things would deflate, because I dont think that all fish float to the surface of water all the time, like when a fish dies in a fish bowl, it will have to eventually sink, right?Posted By kate On 08.23.2011 @ 6:38 am
The sinking feeling grew stronger with every passing second. There was nowhere left to hide, no walls to climb, just the cold and hard fate.
Fate that would come. Close your eyes, count to ten, and it will be over.
But the only fear is fear itself–and when you open your eyes, it will be better. Throw yourself off the cliff. Sink into the water. Maybe the ocean floor is colorful, after all.Posted By Kate On 08.22.2011 @ 3:30 pm
I missed lots of people over the passed week. Most of them are in Mexico. I did not miss my period at all because of pregnancy, which is wonderful. I am on birth control. I missed not much when I was in Mexico, except for maybe people who went on vacation. I’ll say it: Juan. I missed him a lot. I miss him still. I love his roof. I do miss the roof, but not like I miss him. But I am getting over it. Which wouldPosted By Kate On 08.19.2011 @ 10:44 pm