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Megaphones are really annoying and they drive me nuts. Why do you think they are called megaphones? it’s like .. what’s so mega about it and it’s not really a phone. they are really annoying!

Posted By Meg On 07.19.2011 @ 7:21 pm

sometimes etiquette is overrated. we don’t know where it comes from or where it goes but it’s expected of us all to be.. polite… all the time. and it makes no sense that we should have rules to this thing called life. because who decided that life had an exact set of dos and do-nots. the puritans, i bet. damn puritans.

Posted By Meg On 07.13.2011 @ 10:42 pm

I am expecting you to be there for me, through it all. I’m expecting everything. Expectations are overrated. They only ever lead to disappointment. Fuck expectations. Fuck wishful thinking. Fuck hoping for what you’ll never have. Fuck it all. Expect nothing, and things are 100x better.

Posted By meg On 07.10.2011 @ 2:55 am

having fun and being after something and really wanting something and feeling exhilirated and carefree and not aving anything hold you back having some free luct no guilt just wanting it and going for it without

Posted By meg On 06.28.2011 @ 2:09 am

Wow. I can’t think of anything. It’s something I can’t define. I think of popsicles and sticky things. I think of summer time and being alone. I think of the heat and humidity and the uncoomfortable feeling of a wet bathing suit stuck between my thighs. Trying to get it off in the bathroom after swimming. It pulling at my legs uncomfortably. Do these things fit anyone? I think of watching movies in the dark and everything but the stereo is quiet. The world is silent and there’s just the film. Their noises their sounds their faces and stories and oh how I want them to be mine. Wil they be mine? it is something to wonder. I don’t think so. They never feel right. I think of cars. Old ones. Leather interiors.

Posted By Meg On 06.27.2011 @ 2:06 pm

i tried to warn you but your wouldn’t listen. i wouldnt listen to me either i mean who am i to talk? it’s just like i dont kno w i didnt want to tisee it happend to you and when it did ait just made me think why didnt’ ai stop this i could have prevented this but i didint’ i ljust stepped aside and watched you and i dont know it s not like i could have stopped you if i really tried i just wish i tried harder. you know?

Posted By Meg On 06.24.2011 @ 6:55 pm

love is intense and so screaming at the top of your lung. running in tothe wind and being a child. when i dream the feeling is real and that is intense. the pain i feel when i can’t see you or hold you is intense. soo in tense i might cry. intense is being alive. the thoughts of dying are intense and the sound of that music makes and the way your heart can be moved by the littlest of words. i love you is intense, if you let it. intense is the experience you need to know that at the end of your days you have really lived and felt and cried andraged. intense is a friend in drama or your sister in a hospital. intense is the day breaking dawn. intense are the ideas that are only beginning to break into the social consciousness of the world.

Posted By meg On 06.22.2011 @ 8:58 pm

i put it in my arms and ketp it there for what seemed like centuries but it was gone before i realized i had done anything. that anything had ahpapened he pulled me up and asked me if was ok and wwhy was i bleeding. he said i was covered in mud and asked if i’d lgotten out in the backyard again, he told me i’m not suppodes to be out there you’re not suppoes to be out there it’s dangerous it’s too muddy and they are digging it up ayou might fall in a hole.

Posted By Meg On 06.19.2011 @ 8:48 pm

I wish i could smile more lately. i feel like since dads been in the hospital, smiling doesn’t come as easily as it always has. my smile is really my best feature and it kills me that it isn’t a real smile lately. I have every reason to be happy. dads doing better but I just can’t make myself feel like normal anymore and it is awful.

Posted By Meg On 06.16.2011 @ 10:16 pm

Whenever you smile, I smile- Justin Bieber I loe to smile it’s so awesome. It’s an amazing feeling. blah, blah, blah. How exactly is it an awesome feeling? If you like to see people smile, go to a comedy club or something. You weird smiley person…..

Posted By Meg On 06.16.2011 @ 3:06 pm

Jesus. Christ. God. Faith. Pure. My husband. Someone who is treasured, someone that has captured my heart entirely. Comforting, simple, everything I’ve ever wanted. My pearl, precious..Truth.

Posted By Meg On 06.13.2011 @ 1:18 am

Beloved on my birthday so many lovely years to be beloved by anyone without these lovely tears

Posted By meg On 06.12.2011 @ 9:50 pm

You’re my beloved, you’re my bride. To sing over you is my delight. Come away with me my child. You’re beautiful to me. Cast all your cares down at my feet. Come and find your rest in me. I’ll breathe my life inside of you, I’ll bare you up on eagles wings.

Posted By Meg On 06.12.2011 @ 8:05 pm

i am my beloved and he is mine someone who is loved very dearly be loved you should be loved we should all be loved be-luv-ed be love education perhaps people’s tattoos not mine

Posted By meg On 06.12.2011 @ 5:24 pm

Someone who instill knowledge of a particular subject inot someone else. They can be the influenctial person in your life time and also some of the most damaging. Teachers have a huge responsibility to shape the lives of young people and also to instill confidence and self-worth.

Posted By Meg On 06.09.2011 @ 8:46 pm

we’re still friends but i could never forget how big of an asshole you were and i’ll never look at you the same way again. thanks man.

Posted By meg On 06.08.2011 @ 12:35 am

painted is a great way to express yourself. colors, hues, shades bleneed together with so many mediums you can use. it is a release and a way to have something tangiable to see afterwards. with all theses technologies we will soon lose our physical arts if we do not continue to paint. vincent van go and blues, yewllos and I wish I had more money and time to invest in painting.

Posted By Meg On 06.07.2011 @ 11:15 am

An empty slate of endless possibilites…she peered at it fearfully around the corner of the freshly painted door. Everything here felt new, foreign, unknown. She didn’t know why she had signed up for this job in the first place. But they needed the money and this was the only way. Besides, it might not be that bad…that chalkboard was an empty canvas of the future.

Posted By Meg On 06.04.2011 @ 5:49 pm

1940′s radio hour the first show was better but my friends were in the second and the costumes were bad but the song was good i can’t believe i only have two more years with them college will be hard i have no idea what i want to do i wonder if zach feels the same hes graduating i hope i dont cry when he goes

Posted By Meg On 06.03.2011 @ 2:10 pm

i like to drive and i like to be driven in a limo. the first time was at my sisters wedding and the chauffeur was english with an awesome accent. i really like the mini bars they have and I enjoy the comfortable seats but I haven’t been in too many of them i guess.

Posted By meg On 06.03.2011 @ 10:40 am

crumpled papers open film canisters old food bursted juices boxes smelly shoes moldy food old clothes rigid binders sharp scissors you definatly had it rough this year

Posted By meg On 06.02.2011 @ 2:56 am

Remember the lost, remember the fallen, remember the wounded. Remember the forgotten. Remember the remembered, because they are forgetting themselves. I am forgetting myself I want to remember everything again. Before everything happened And didn’t happen I am slipping away.

Posted By Meg On 05.30.2011 @ 1:22 pm

sadness creeping inside me, i don’t know what to do. how did it happen? how did my life turn out like this? i’m not quite sure but it is always around me now. the light at the end of the tunnel gets darker everyday.

Posted By Meg On 05.28.2011 @ 12:53 pm

when she stepped into the canteen, she found that the blast had levelled the brick, leaving nothing but black ashen dust and the scarred faces of young men.

Posted By Meg On 05.27.2011 @ 5:04 am

I took the canteen off my belt and took a sip. The cold water trickled into my mouth and down my throat, soothing the itch. The day was hot and the sun scorching my skin. There was only a little water left. I had to make it last. For as long as I could. But the thirst was overtaking my mind.

Posted By Meg On 05.26.2011 @ 6:39 pm

I lit the fire and it burned. It burned for days and just wouldn’t stop. No matter how hard I tried to extinguish it, it wouldn’t go out. Water, spit, air, nothing would stop it. I watched it with sad eyes. Thinking about all those times when something was on fire and needed to be put out. Needed to be extinguished.

Posted By Meg On 05.25.2011 @ 6:49 pm

The thief wandered the black night, wandering the skies as soft as velvet. He took only from those who deserved it; considered himself the Robin Hood of his time. THe only thing people saw of him was his silvery hair, whipping in the wind as they saw him leave their homes.

Posted By Meg On 05.23.2011 @ 2:32 pm

She looked out over the harbor, waiting. Each glimpse of a metallic glimmer that shuddered out of the corner of her eye made her wish she had never met him. If she only knew his true wrath, and what he could do to her.

Posted By meg On 05.21.2011 @ 3:54 pm

this is not me, I desire to not be know as adomestic. But secretly I love many things categorized as domestic. Cooking is not one of them,. I do love to create things for my family, organize and

Posted By meg On 05.20.2011 @ 1:02 pm

My town is full of people who could give a shit about each other. All they care about is there car, clothing, and popularity. They drink away their insecurities and wish they were skinner than their best friends. I am stuck in this wasteland of people who have no future besides becoming housewives with giant diamonds on their fingers to nurse.

Posted By Meg On 05.13.2011 @ 10:13 pm