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i feel like i have to do things perfectly sometimes. well, i prefer when they are dong perfectly. then i’ll start to never wnat to accept help becuase i feel like when i do it myself, it gets done the right way. this makes me a terrible control freak at times. but there are some things, that, when done perfectly NATURALLY are simply delightful. like the way some bodies fit perfectly together in an embrace.

Posted By liz On 01.07.2011 @ 8:33 pm

Success… now there’s a complicated word. I think that to be successful one must make a difference in the lives of others, a profound change for the better. Money and fame have nothing to do with it.

Posted By liz On 01.04.2011 @ 1:36 am

I think of tarnished in terms of a tainted person, or maybe a heart, but but whose light still mostly shines through.

This is a tough one.

Posted By Liz On 12.28.2010 @ 9:19 pm

it’s obvious that I shouldn’t be worrying about this, but alas, I am. I always worry. Let’s face it. The only time I won’t be worrying is when I’m dead. I even worry when I sleep. I’m awake now because I do not want to worry. All I do is waste away and numb my brain by sitting on this glowing box, and now I’m worried that I’m wasting my life away by worrying. Thoughts consume.

Posted By Liz On 12.26.2010 @ 12:14 am

Everytime Im with him it seems obvious that we shouldn’t be together. Things are just getting worse and worse. It’s obvious you enjoy being mean to me. And it’s obvious I want to cheat on you.

Posted By Liz On 12.25.2010 @ 11:09 pm

When I hear this word, I think of weddings. Lots of people do, I guess. Will I ever have one? Chances are slim, I think, but I keep hoping anyway, hoping that someday, someone will be able to love me like that, forever.

Posted By liz On 12.24.2010 @ 10:04 pm

Change… I don’t like change… unless it’s something like a new outfit, or maybe altering a dress so it fits somebody better. Big changes, though, like moving away to college, those are frightening.

Posted By liz On 12.24.2010 @ 9:14 am

I like the colored paperclips best, especially the pink ones. Not the striped or patterned ones, though; just the nice solid ones that come in blue, red, yellow, green, and pink.

Posted By liz On 12.23.2010 @ 9:50 am

Paperclips hold things together, but only when they feel like it. Things can slip away, especially from the middle of the stack. and nobody will even notice. The cover will appear just as polished as always, just as put-together. But lift up the cover and you’ll find that a very, very essential element that somebody has worked so hard on and put so much time into, is missing.

Posted By Liz On 12.22.2010 @ 9:48 pm

He turned away. He let me go. Why? I tried so hard to show him I trusted him. I would have done anything for him, changed anything he asked me to… but he didn’t want that. He didn’t want any of it. He left me worthless.

Posted By liz On 12.21.2010 @ 10:18 pm

pain.

Posted By Liz On 12.21.2010 @ 3:00 pm

my friends are optimism. they are deliberate happiness incarnate. they are viciously dedicated to joy, beauty, and observation.

Posted By Liz On 12.20.2010 @ 11:20 pm

bombs away. no resolution. righting a revolution. chaos, deafness, pain, suffering, death. murder from a distance. war, not peace. darkness. bloodshed

Posted By liz On 12.19.2010 @ 10:20 pm

sending letters to no one, licking the stamps, like sealing the truth inside, like sealing the ugliness in and knowing it will be unleashed when it arrives dear john, dear mom, dear inner child I can’t won’t need letters upon letters unopened unsent unwritten

Posted By Liz On 12.14.2010 @ 8:51 am

I wish that my heart wasnt closed off like this. Wouldnt it be so much easier to love freely and never think about the consequences. But I know that that can never be. Damage will always happen.

Posted By Liz On 11.27.2010 @ 3:26 pm

the door was closed but i could hear your screams. i knew that it was all over, the world that i believed in. trapped in this hallway, the closed door will forever haunt my thoughts.

Posted By Liz On 11.27.2010 @ 3:17 pm

I love juice just yestreday I bought a juice and had it while sitting on the beach. Making your own juice can be messy but worth it. That’s the way, some things are a combination of life-things, aren’t they? How come from the mere word juice made me think philosophically, good to know, I suppose, for some reason maybe not as obscure as I’d have myself believe.

Posted By Liz On 11.24.2010 @ 9:09 pm

the woman lived in a hovel. Her movements were tired. Her habitat, her trials; these molded her into who she was.

Posted By liz On 11.21.2010 @ 7:05 pm

I never liked reading about science in school. It goes over my head when you start talking about chemicals and reactions and mathematical equations. That takes the fun out of it because to understand would take hours upon hours. And I don’t have time like that!

Posted By Liz On 11.19.2010 @ 10:06 pm

she told she screamed she ran she hurdled the faster she ran the closer they came until she could run and scream no more and instead she turned and took a deep breath and she faced them. they killed her.

Posted By liz On 11.19.2010 @ 10:03 am

The mother duck said to the father duck, “We really have to do something. He’s not getting along with others, he’s not swimming as fast, and overall, I’m just worried.” The father replied, “Don’t worry. Our kid’s going to be fine. Liz can’t write onewords well!”

Posted By Liz On 11.18.2010 @ 10:06 am

Her eyes were closed. Her arms spread wide head down with a cocky smirk. Red frilled cocktail dress with stilettos laced on her ankles. Fishnets tracking her legs and a hat to cover her face. Her red lips smiled and she said hello to her stage now.

Posted By Liz On 11.02.2010 @ 4:58 pm

I’d love to go sailing. I’ve never been, but I have this image of crisp white clothes and a blue sea and champagne and little sandwiches and the salty smell and the sweet air. Sailing, sailing, sailing, sailing on the sea.

Posted By Liz On 10.30.2010 @ 8:28 am

time in which i spend my days. 7 days times many are weeks. my weeks are most empty. weeks and weeks and weeks and weeks and weeks alone.

Posted By liz On 10.24.2010 @ 6:56 pm

Whiskers remind me of cats. Or sealions. They also remind me of Max. Max has some fine white whiskers that are hard to see. But you can feel them and tickle him with them.

Posted By Liz On 10.22.2010 @ 9:53 am

i like tables you can put things on them and it is useful. t in front of able! i am able to use a table because they are everywhere. tables enable you to be able! woohoooooooooooooo

Posted By Liz On 10.19.2010 @ 6:18 pm

I looked up at the beauty as it gleamed over me making my skin tender and warm. I felt peace and comfort under it’s vast beauty. The feeling of the sunlight kissing my bare shoulders and arms felt like being loved again.

Posted By Liz On 10.11.2010 @ 6:14 pm

The sunlight cut across my face in a harsh pattern, blinding me from all that stood ahead. It was a curious position I was in – nearly blinded, puzzled, about to face the unknown. All I could hear was the sound of lions growling up ahead.

Posted By Liz On 10.10.2010 @ 5:23 pm

when i was young i wanted to be grown. i wanted to be tall and smart, confident and beautiful. i wanted to live out my dreams, be on my own, fall in love, be a success. someday when i am grown i’ll see these things, i’ll know these things, i’ll be these things. someday i will be grown.

Posted By liz On 10.07.2010 @ 4:06 pm

My walk with God goes gently by the River of Life. No one knows where we are going. But He knows and I trust him. We trust

Posted By Liz On 10.05.2010 @ 4:32 pm