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I suppose I should stress less. If only I could find a way. It seems the only way to stop stressing is to quit school, quit both my jobs, run away to the wilderness, and live as a hermit. However, this plan lacks sophistication. I suppose I will just learn to live with the stress.

Posted By Kristin On 10.04.2011 @ 7:44 am

He liked her edges. The edges of her hips, her shoulders, her ankles. All the sharp angles of her. They stood out from the softness of her body and laid down a road map across her skin. They gave her boundaries, harnessing in the fluidity of her form.

Posted By Kristin On 10.03.2011 @ 6:35 am

sometimes i feel like i am being pushed over the edge, but the edge is what you make it. it is where YOU draw the line. no one in life is responsible for you but you, so draw your lines, makes your mark, find your OWN edge. and don’t let anyone take you there but you.

Posted By Kristin On 10.02.2011 @ 12:48 pm

The braid fell over her shoulder like a thick rope. The ends of her hair curled in towards her collarbone. A white ribbon trimmed the end, securing the locks like a knot in a string.

Posted By Kristin On 10.01.2011 @ 2:39 pm

The braid fell over her shoulder like a thick rope. The ends of her hair curled in towards her collarbone. A white ribbon trimmed the end, like a knot in a string.

Posted By Kristin On 10.01.2011 @ 2:30 pm

Romantic: the moment of awe-inspiring emotional clarity that comes from the pull of the wind through your hair and through your fingers. The sense that eons ago, similar people felt similar things, and you are standing in the middle of time.

Posted By Kristin On 10.01.2011 @ 6:47 am

i love our love, and the way we have to be creative in the way we love each other. the distance won’t tear us apart. our love story will be one they write movies about. i love you more and more each day. you are my heart, you are my soul. you are my everything.

Posted By Kristin On 09.30.2011 @ 11:45 pm

She pressed the button, even though she’d been warned not to. No one had told her why the button was forbidden, only that she wasn’t allowed to press it. Suddenly, the room exploded and she died. The end. O.o

Posted By Kristin On 09.25.2011 @ 7:34 pm

I am easily convinced, which is not something I like to admit. However, there are other times when I am so stuck in my way that even if I was wrong, you could not convince me to think otherwise.

Posted By Kristin On 09.23.2011 @ 4:14 pm

the average person isn’t really average. average doesn’t exist. i mean, average is just like normal right? but normal doesn’t exist either. i guess you could say I’m an average person, if you count it as existing. i don’t do anything too extreme, I’m just average like the french fries at my cafeteria.

Posted By kristin On 09.15.2011 @ 7:49 pm

She would hover over the child, always worrying, unceasingly clinging, an eternal shadow to his deathly pale form, even in its deteriorated state the image of the dead man. Even before his illness brought him to a wheelchair she acted as such. She loved him, perhaps too much – more than her daughter, who struggled to provide for the family, the only one who seemed to want to move out of the shadow of grief left behind from her dead father.

Yes, she loved her son more – for her daughter would grow older, wiser, and leave her for greater things. But her son, she mused, running light fingers through she sleeping boys hair… he would be with her till death.

Posted By Kristin On 09.12.2011 @ 8:19 am

Elk Avenue. The main street in my town. THe place to chill. The corner of 3rd and elk is the place where the teenagers hang in my town. It is our spot. We watch the noobish tourists walk by with a smile. More summer memories last on elk Avenue than any other.

Posted By Kristin On 08.31.2011 @ 1:45 pm

applied force is found in everyday life we try to make things happen that shouldn’t in the end the force only seems to turn back around and force us

Posted By Kristin On 08.25.2011 @ 3:04 pm

I love the rain. Sometimes I actually wish for thunderstorms with torential downpours. I also believe that Garbage had something when they wrote, “I’m only happy when it rains”. Good song. Why use an umbrella when you love the rain? I wouldn’t, that’s for sure. Let me get soaked, its a good thing. Well, unless I am dressed to the T and my hair is done up all nice.

Posted By Kristin On 08.24.2011 @ 12:31 pm

There is nothing in the world more amazing. I feel as though the world is flow like a stream down and down farther into the abyss of my life which is… But there is nothing that can be done about this. Nothing that can be done about anything. I feel trapped and the only way out is to drink the poison.

Posted By kristin On 08.21.2011 @ 8:22 pm

the poison is us the world can’t breath we are decrepid our hearts they race from the poison that has always run through our veins

Posted By Kristin On 08.21.2011 @ 7:41 pm

what a terrible thing to say! I would never poison him. I loved him. Can’t you understand that? does love mean anything to you people? Why don’t you stop wasting my time and ask some pertinent questions. Love is real, you know. For real.

Posted By Kristin On 08.21.2011 @ 6:57 pm

europe. i think about riding trains and how hard it was to get around at times but when i got home, i realized it was way easier. train is my favorite way to travel, other than by boat. i love boats. i love being on the water. but i like trains because i can sleep on them until i reach my destination.

Posted By Kristin On 08.20.2011 @ 11:30 pm

repeating things is often a mistake i make. for why should we ever repeat anything when life is so short. we should always be aspiring to find things new and exciting. so we can really live.

Posted By Kristin On 08.17.2011 @ 8:26 am

i already wrote about thread. i can do better than this. but it got lost. i guess were all lost. maybe i should have used some thread to help me find my way. thread it all together, eh?

Posted By Kristin On 08.15.2011 @ 8:24 pm

Why are we always looking for answers? There isn’t really ever an answer to anything. It’s just things we say to keep our mind more at peace, so we dont live the rest of our lives wondering… why?

Posted By Kristin On 08.11.2011 @ 4:23 pm

OMG SERIOUSLY BRICK? OK I DONT WANT TO WRITE ABOUT BRICKS AGAIN. I DIDNT WANT TO WRITE ABOUT IT THE FIRST TIME. CANT YOU GET A BIT MORE CREATIVE? GUESS NOT. IF I GET BRICK AGAIN I WILL NOT BE HAPPY. BYE BRICK, NICE MEETING YOU. HAVE A GREAT LIFE.

Posted By Kristin On 08.09.2011 @ 1:39 am

i was walking when a brick hit me. it hurt. i then realized many things in my life were like this brick. they hurt. i kept walking, it stop hurting after a while. i guess it always turns out like this.

Posted By Kristin On 08.09.2011 @ 1:11 am

lock my heart up tight Before I go to sleep each night For fear that I may dream Of a love that’s just for me.

And even when I’m awake I dare not leave it out For fear that someone will see What I truly care about.

Being a hopeless romantic Means you get hurt quite a bit So locking it away Keeps it from taking any hits.

Posted By Kristin On 08.05.2011 @ 1:38 pm

I lock my heart up tight Before I go to sleep each night For fear that I may dream Of a love that’s just for me.

And even when I’m awake I dare not leave it out For fear that someone will see What I truly care about.

Posted By Kristin On 08.05.2011 @ 1:15 pm

I can’t stand my manager, but I still really like her. She will be really funny some days and then super cruel and mean another and I absolutely cannot stand it. Especially when she is with Julie. So glad that Saturday is my last day, I can’t decide if I should talk to her manager about everything that has been going on. It has been absolutely ridiculous just seeing the way she treats myself and my coworkers. But today was one of the few good days, I guess I didn’t mess up enough to make her angry today. Not really sure.

Posted By Kristin On 08.04.2011 @ 8:35 pm

level

Posted By kristin On 08.03.2011 @ 2:11 pm

i hate thunder. it scares me. i always think about tornadoes. i don’t think it should determine whether lightning is coming closer to your house or not, because it doesnt seem like they are related. i also hate when you are doing something and it just randomly starts storming out and thundering.

Posted By Kristin On 07.26.2011 @ 9:52 pm

zeus, storms, thunder, clouds, strong, bright, bold, harry potter, scars, wrath, hatred, gods, intensity,

Posted By Kristin On 07.25.2011 @ 5:43 pm

A bird. A machine. Each serve a purpose. Not one is more important than another. Man or Nature. The common theme these days.

Posted By Kristin On 07.04.2011 @ 9:26 am