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I click on my Tumblr dashboard. Nothing but depressing posts. “Why do I follow these people?” I think to myself. The last thing I need is being even more depressed. I try reloading, and something new finally pops up.

Posted By Maya On 04.09.2013 @ 5:31 pm

They are small and vulnerable. They need constant attention and care, if they don’t have it they will die. When I was a baby i was too small so i was put into an incubator… I don’t remember when i was a baby.. How could I?

Posted By Maya On 01.30.2013 @ 7:40 am

People swear to things they believe are real. “I swear to anything that’s real,” is not a realistic statement because people have different ideas of reality. I don’t believe in God but someone else does and if I swear to God they will be offended, and if I swear to anything that’s real they will be offended because I don’t think God is real. Anyway, reality’s cool.

Posted By Maya On 01.23.2013 @ 7:48 am

i love visiting with friends and relatives. This is actually one of my favorite activities and I wish I could do a lot more of it. Here in Austin, I often find that work and constant professional demands come in the way of my visiting with people I wish I could see more often.

Posted By Maya On 01.21.2013 @ 1:39 pm

Thick tears rolled down my face as I pet the dog at my side. “It’ll be okay Sammy.” I swore to myself, I wouldn’t forget this. Jamie was dead to me and my dog was going to rip him to shreds if I didn’t stop her.

Posted By Maya On 01.11.2013 @ 7:09 pm

It’s voting season here in Israel. Politicians are everywhere, flooding the media and streets with their propaganda. It’s lucky I don’t have to vote, because it’s hard to believe any of them. They all seem like liars to me.

Posted By Maya On 01.10.2013 @ 4:11 am

The greatest experience of my life was the first time that I laid eyes on my sweet, sweet child. The beautiful blue eyes that brought joy to my sad, lonely world. My greatest joy.

Posted By Maya On 01.06.2013 @ 5:08 am

There the ball was. 30 seconds left. everything at stake with everything to lose. Moveing on in 30 or dropping back. 29 were tied up: 2 to 2. Theres the break away. Running running running.Everything fades away and the goal is the only thing in sight.

Posted By Maya On 12.18.2012 @ 3:14 pm

me and you us together all of yall alot nice than one together not lonely you and me not alone a pair of us together them two those two objects those two things those two people not only one

Posted By maya On 12.03.2012 @ 9:15 pm

Every thing that has ever happened in the world is in the past. We should learn from the past mistakes made, but we don’t. We should remember all the good times but we are stuck in the present and thinking about the future, eventually forgetting the past.

Posted By Maya On 11.28.2012 @ 5:49 pm

a midsummer night dream sweating in the sheets the lions roar rings in your ears wake up ignited in the darkest night falling a million stories

Posted By Maya On 11.09.2012 @ 4:06 pm

I was shown the door almost immediately after I had entered it. It was obvious what they thought they knew about me. But they were wrong. I was not there for the purpose that they assumed. To make matters worse, I had a so king feeling that the gun I had jammed in the small of my back was not loaded. Now what was I go an do? I had no other choice. It to walk out the door penniless. Broken. Stupid. A failure. What would the others say when I returned with no food. We were all sunk. I let them all done. I didn’t want to face them. The only choice I had was to keep walking. So I did.

Posted By Maya On 10.19.2012 @ 1:12 pm

The affairs of life. Ruin everything. Or they ruin nothing at all. What ever you make of it. We’ve all had affairs. The ones you look up to have affairs. Everything is an affair.

Posted By Maya On 09.25.2012 @ 2:13 pm

I never really understood what salvation was: saving? helping? retrieving from wreckage? I just don’t know. If I were to use the word, I think I would have it mean something to do with mental stability. But that’s just me.

Posted By Maya On 08.30.2012 @ 3:57 am

Magazines provide information that would otherwise be unknown to the person reading it. Unless that person somehow knew a lot of things that hadn’t been published in that magazine yet. That person, probably a psychic, should begin helping the police department of some city and help solve cases.

Posted By Maya On 08.29.2012 @ 11:15 am

porter reminds me of a pig?i dont know it makes me think or porker. or maybe a last name i cant really decide. hmph. lalalalla. writers block!!

Posted By maya On 08.18.2012 @ 4:39 pm

i need to get out of my comfort zone! i should always chanlenge myself and try something different. I could expand my comfort zone in this way probably.

Posted By maya On 08.16.2012 @ 9:09 am

Growing up in a war zone has to be the hardest childhood memory I have. There were no tanks or bombs, just slurred words and broken glass. That’s why finding happiness and love was so far out of my comfort zone.

Posted By Maya On 08.15.2012 @ 10:18 pm

there are many methods to create art. just think. just be. all get you to the same place. many paths to the same destination. do what you want, be who you want, and the important thing is to CREATE. method 1, method 2, it’s all the same, really. i mean, try one one day– walk to school through a different route. then try another one. you’ll see different trees. different people. and enjoy the method. you’ll end up at the same place, but the path is what makes it special.

Posted By Maya On 07.31.2012 @ 3:33 pm

They were all lined up in front of me I just couldn’t remember what the color of his beard was… how his hair smelt or the way his hand laid on my back when he pushed me. I was scared and the police were getting irritated and all I could do was stare…

Posted By Maya On 07.20.2012 @ 1:02 pm

the bandages in my skin are a funny blue color. Its one of the most original bandages ive ever had. I like bandages like this because people take notice of you and know that you are not afraid to take chances in the way you look, i love blue.. BAndages rock! And i can type reallly really fast about bandages but with lots of spelling mistakes. anyway bandages rock and blue is amazing. PEACE OUT! MUAX!!!! BANDAGES ARE AWESOME PAUSUM@@

Posted By maya On 07.13.2012 @ 10:26 am

One minute. That’s all we have before the earth is wiped from the face of the universe. I hold my lover’s hand. We wait.

Posted By Maya On 06.23.2012 @ 10:39 am

Minute.. time. thats what I think of. One minute is 60 seconds. 60 minutes equals an hour. Time. Minutes… Something you can never get back once its past.

Posted By Maya On 06.22.2012 @ 4:08 pm

Fractures are injuries.at least that’s what I think of. Fractured ribs..fractured bones. They seem painful. I wouldn’t know because I’ve never fractured anything before in my life. Maybe someday I will….

Posted By Maya On 06.21.2012 @ 10:21 pm

Pits smell. I’m thinking of armpits though, so I’m not sure what else to sat. Pits..hmm.. Coffee pits…Coffee shops called the Pit on 90210. I watch way too much television. I need to stop.

Posted By Maya On 06.19.2012 @ 8:21 pm

I never thought to say it, but I’m in love with him, Straw. So like me, to fall for the one I will never have, the one who passes me each and every day without a car in the world. How nice it must be, to be him, Straw.

Posted By Maya On 06.13.2012 @ 8:25 pm

something I drink out of. I don’t usually spend money on them, but I feel like I’m being treated when I get them at an establishment or something of the such. They are cylindrical, like many other tings in like. Trees are cylindrical, they provide us with air. How nice of them!

Posted By Maya On 06.13.2012 @ 8:23 pm

I really hate instant message chat programs online. They only diminish face to face talk, and the quality of the face time that we do get in this day and age; if you’ve already told each other everything online, what is there to chat about in real life? I also think that this contributes to the problem that some people have with being awkward about eye contact; they’re too used to Skyping and IM’ing where they don’t have to look anyone in the eye! It’s so uncomfortable!

Posted By Maya On 06.08.2012 @ 1:44 pm

The first thing that comes to mind when I hear the word ‘grind’ is club dancing. I have been do a party like that once; it was okay, but the music was way too loud, and guys looked at me in weird ways that were ten percent flattering and ninety percent creepy. On the whole I don’t think I’ll ever be interested in grinding with a guy; the whole thing seemed kind of objectifying and oversexualized.

Posted By Maya On 06.07.2012 @ 9:55 pm

There’s something about necessity that brings people together in odd ways . You’ll meet people you never knew you could care about; you’ll learn things you never wanted to do, in the interest of necessity. The instinct of survival will do strange things to all of us, in the end.

Posted By Maya On 06.03.2012 @ 7:45 am