Entries By Marta
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signed
Everyone is signed for a mission. Everyday. Everywhere. There’s no point in not doing it. We were signed for it so it’s our job to pursue our mission. Life is our mission.
Posted By Marta On 05.18.2013 @ 11:53 am
weakling
Raise your arms above your head, like you’re a champion and show your strength no need for this word no need to feel this way,..you decide to be powerful and strong
Posted By marta On 03.03.2013 @ 9:38 pm
murder
the night was deep and the body was already cold/ his poor wife/ she won`t ever know about his other life and his other family, good for her.
Posted By Marta On 02.02.2013 @ 5:47 pm
baby
She’s my baby. I love her more than life. She’s amazing. My baby. My wonderful, blue eyed, blond baby. God, she makes me so happy. I’m a slob, I know. But I truly love her, my baby.
Posted By Marta On 01.30.2013 @ 9:17 am
speak
i love speaking. some people say i speak too much sometimes (and too fast), but i don’t think so. also, the thing i love the most about speaking are all the different languages you can do it in. i am spanish and i’m writing this in english, for example. i also speak catalan and a bit of french. i love speaking. it makes people love each other but it can also make people get angry with each other. the good thing about it is that actually, you can solve the problems you’ve made while speaking, speaking to that person you’ve hurt. it’s wonderful. i hope this is making sense, because sometimes, when i want to say a lot of things at the same time, i get confused and people do too.
Posted By Marta On 01.26.2013 @ 12:38 pm
musical
Everything turned musical to him…The wind, the waves, the snizzes, the crys. He did not wonder where did that music came from. He actually knew it came from nature, from people, from animals, from emotions…
Posted By Marta On 01.23.2013 @ 3:28 pm
cry
Like a river… As much as an ocean. Just cry. Let it all out and breathe. You’ll feel much better, young again. In love again, like always. Cry. Breathe. Love. Live :)
Posted By Marta On 01.11.2013 @ 4:30 pm
thought
pensamiento felicidad emoción olvidar dejar sentir inglés miedo demasiados angustia repetidos concentrados libertad encierro tocar subir bajar envolver, son todo vida, destino camino, timón, miedo
Posted By Marta On 11.17.2012 @ 9:17 pm
civilize
La civiltà è un continuo scendere a compromessi, subire violenze legittime e ipocrisia. Ma non credo che ci siano poi delle alternative. A questo punto, cerchiamo di perseguire l’obbiettivo per cui siamo qui: il denaro (?)
Posted By Marta On 10.17.2012 @ 10:41 am
dominant
Il colore dominante era il blu. Intorno tremavano luci rosse e gialle, tutto era come in un sogno. Jen cercò di aprire gli occhi ma l’unica cosa che riuscì a fare fu rotolarsi già dal letto, battendo la testa sul pavimento freddo.
Posted By Marta On 10.10.2012 @ 6:11 am
help
- Pomocy! – szepnęła, wyciągając przed siebie białe ramiona. Ranal zacisnął jedynie powieki i kopnął kolejny kamień. Smok poderwał leb i w końcu spojrzał w tym kierunku. Słaby głos kobiety nie powodował odpowiednich wibracji by go poruszyć. Dopiero tocząca się skała zwróciła jego uwagę. Nic teraz nie mogło jej uratować. Była zgubiona wraz z księgami, które ze sobą przyniosła.
Posted By Marta On 09.26.2012 @ 12:14 pm
dehydrated
Dehydrated? Our mind can always be dehydrated. Yes, our mind…I do not mencion our body simply because it is as simple to cure as drinking a glass of water. However, our mind is confusing, complicated, curious and very hard-worker. I would say “workahoolic”. It thinks, it forgets, it remembers, it memorizes, it sleeps, but ir never shuts down…It boils, sometimes. In fact it bolis so many times that we feel as desconfortable as if it was completly dehydrated…The problem usually lies in recovering from this mental state od dehidration. A process as confusing, complicated, curious and hard (worker) as the mind itself…
Posted By Marta On 09.01.2012 @ 7:18 am
methods
Some people just think methods are those memory helpers that are absolutely essencial in their lives. They are not. They are created by us, but in a stupid way of limiting ourselves.
Posted By Marta On 08.01.2012 @ 9:47 am
No one seems to have as many methods as people who really try not to have them…My mother allways said it is something that does not appear…it’s created. And nobody knows how they are created, they simply are. I would like to say that I have no methodical way of living my life, but that would be the biggest lie ever.
Posted By Marta On 07.31.2012 @ 1:16 pm
straw
Hum… Straw… well, fresh juice. Passion Fruit juice, no sugar. White refined sugar has not nutritional value. Why would you keep adding that empty thing to your life. Not really empty? Well just saying.
Posted By Marta On 06.13.2012 @ 1:43 pm
architecture
sunglasses
i use sunglasses summer when i stay in the beach with my friends it is very important to eliminate the sun of your eyes.
Posted By marta On 04.19.2012 @ 10:04 am
dozen
There were dozens of people out there. He could have talked to anyone, asked for an adress to the policewoman or that waiter with the funny mustache. But for some reason, he asked him. He chose him between dozens, hundreds of people. That, my friends, is called fate.
Posted By Marta On 01.07.2012 @ 9:12 am
apron
Some girls’ dreams were to wear an apron and bake a cake for their husband. Rose was different. She wanted adventure. She wanted to fly, to be free. And she knew one thing for sure, getting a husband, having an army of kids to look after and baking cakes didn’t sound really adventurous
Posted By Marta On 01.05.2012 @ 4:05 pm
trunk
He had to but he was terrified of it. Brant looked around, and the forest was stil quiet and calm. But he knew they were coming. So he did it. He jumped and started climbing up the trunk. This was his onlhy way to keep himself alive. And if there was one thing he knew for sure was that he needed to be alive.
Posted By Marta On 01.03.2012 @ 4:13 pm
champagne
She loved its taste. She loved the flavour of the sparkly drink down her throat. But most importantly, she loved sharing a glass of champagne with that special someone, with that other girl that made her heart go spinning in her cheast.
Posted By Marta On 01.02.2012 @ 1:26 pm
advice
i give it all the time. no one listens. i wait for them to call again. and again…
Posted By Marta On 10.15.2011 @ 3:49 pm
umbrella
I was walking in the dark alley wielding my umbrella like a sword. Rain pouring down my face and wetting my clothes, but my fear was not my dampness it was who could be surrounding me at any moment. Leaping over a puddle I imagined a high speed race to escape the villians. There light, the diner. A safe haven.
Posted By Marta On 08.24.2011 @ 5:04 pm
silk
mole
I don’t fucking know what mole is. Is that some sea-thing or what? Oh my god, this is nerve-thing-ish… I suck in English, and how are you? Mole… Mole mole. That’s sounds like something that belongs to the ocean. Am I very much right? I could google it, but I don’t have tiiime! Whattheheck, I’ll soon be done….
Posted By Marta On 05.18.2011 @ 1:40 pm
console
I want to console, be consoled, love, and be loved. Consolation is not a prize; it’s earned.
Posted By Marta On 05.10.2011 @ 9:05 pm
crew
The crew always consisted of four people. A team. An old drunk who lost everybody, two boys who only had each other and a fallen angel who never had anybody. They are the crew, the one that are to save the earth. They are so unperfect and broken.
Posted By marta On 05.09.2011 @ 1:16 pm
puzzled
He’s never actually sure what’s going on. These human are odd creatures, really. They do thing to each other that are downward mean and the other person seems to like it. Castiel didn’t understand those things they called jokes. He was completely puzzled.
Posted By marta On 04.25.2011 @ 2:17 am
whiskey
Scotland. They drink so much wiskey! And they are crazy and enjoy life. And I hate wiskey but still it smells nice. I guess. I tasted it for the first time when i was 15, for new year. where_ in scotland, of course
Posted By Marta On 04.18.2011 @ 7:46 am
