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string of times of hours minutes of us you them memories strung out on a tree until I can’t breathe anymore because the wind won’t stop blowing them towards me in my face my eyes my ears my nose breathing them in and out in and out until I just want to stop and burn the tree down until it stops until the wind stops the world stops and the memories stop

Posted By Natasha On 05.02.2013 @ 9:31 pm

A beautiful black bird, intelligent and cunning as they come. Crows are a magnificent, magical bird.

Posted By Natasha On 04.28.2013 @ 8:06 pm

the vines are creeping all over me. They’re in my nose. I feel them reaching up into my brains, trying to get to my thoughts. My thoughts are sacred. Vines! I shall not lend you my thoughts! I shall fight you! I shall drink from you.

Posted By Natasha On 04.05.2013 @ 12:04 am

mental pain and hurt. To be pained by someone. I’ve never in been pained. hehe. But i know people who have been pained before and it is very sad. Bt i am a good friend who shall prevent all such pains from being pained. I am and amazing

Posted By Natasha On 03.20.2013 @ 5:59 am

i’m going up in flames and all I can think about is food. I smell like cooked food. Pork chops. I want to eat myself. Everyone around me has different thoughts. I’m a heathen. I would like to pour a thick gravy over myself.

Posted By Natasha On 03.05.2013 @ 10:56 pm

To conjure. i conjured a rabbit from a hat once, or tried to. i guess im not much of a magician. hmm. what else could i conjure. a dragon perhaps? When i was a child i thought that would just be the best in the world. to be able to wiggle my nose and have things happen the way i pictured them in my head, without having to move a muscle. yes. how nice it would be. Or is that just my American laziness shining through? hmm…more things to contemplate, maybe i will conjure a thought later.

Posted By Natasha On 03.01.2013 @ 11:43 pm

willed to be with him i found my way to look for him. he was standing under an umbrella and searching for a carrot. the carrot run away pretty quickly, and caught a cab. looking for a cab, she wasn’t willing to stop, so he ran after her. in a short time the carrot put her sunglasses, and drove away.

Posted By natasha On 02.16.2013 @ 8:03 am

A wall keeps emotions out. It protects whoever has built them up. Some walls are strong, and can last a lifetime, but other walls, can get constantly pushed down, even if they’re built over and over again.

Posted By Natasha On 02.03.2013 @ 6:37 pm

My mind is set on fifteen hour long drives through cornfields and shrubbery, my mind is set on you. Despite everything, I love the way you say my name like a prayer and the way it’s laced with disgust. Your feelings are wildfire, and I’m a forest.

Posted By Natasha On 01.26.2013 @ 1:05 am

Skin, hair, eyes, lips, nose, legs, Fitness body, awesome, real life. Fantasy, dream world, incredible, live your dream. feel alive, no plastic surgery beautiful the way good made it.

Posted By Natasha On 01.22.2013 @ 7:53 pm

To speak is to add a spice to the conversation. One may even speak without talking. Every man has the ability of speaking. It is our best surviving tool. It is a new way to articulate the feelings, toughts… Or better yet is it just an ability? Is it something more? I think yes. I think it is the whole mankind. It represents the civilisation of manking.

Posted By Natasha On 01.15.2013 @ 5:44 am

i was wondering through a wild forest the other day when i lost my compass on the ground. there were leaves, twigs, forestry all over and i couldn’t see it anywhere. so i began to hunt and eventually put it down to a loss and decided to explore the forest without it. i came upon a giant treehouse in the canopies and decided to explore that further. the floor was covered in beanbags of all colours.

Posted By natasha On 01.13.2013 @ 10:33 am

the amount of cucumber juice in the shoe that has limp potatoes is simply unbearable.

Posted By natasha On 01.03.2013 @ 8:46 am

who knows knowledge is power, but knowing is difficult. To know is to see and to see you need to know what you’re looking for.

Posted By Natasha On 12.22.2012 @ 2:18 pm

It’s dark now, too dark to see. This is a problem. I’m heading higher and higher and can see less and less–I’d always heard the opposite.

Posted By Natasha On 12.04.2012 @ 9:16 pm

We both are broken, bits and pieces chipped off and imperfectly glued back together. We don’t even fit together that well, technically. But we make it work. We fill the gaps with gold and we are even more beautiful.

Posted By Natasha On 12.03.2012 @ 6:35 pm

One I went to a library. The attendant behind the counter has a nice smile. The atmosphere was altogether welcoming. I don’t go to libraries often. But I felt immediately at home. I guess it just goes to show that book people are nice people. Mostly.

Posted By Natasha On 11.24.2012 @ 2:40 pm

All squares are rectangles, but not all rectangles are squares. Subsets and supersets. A = B, but B =/= A.

I don’t know how to handle you sometimes. Math was never my strong suit.

Posted By Natasha On 11.24.2012 @ 10:41 am

We satisfied each other as no human being or otherworldly force in the universe can. I love you so, so much. But you are gone. There is nothing left. The universe is an empty, desolate place without you. Goodbye.

Posted By Natasha On 11.20.2012 @ 6:10 am

I cannot say with confidence that I am satisfied with my life; luckily for me, I can’t say that anyone else is either. But, then, if nobody is satisfied, what’s the point? Why bother trying to satisfy people who can’t be satisfied? Sometimes it’s best not to wonder about these things.

Posted By Natasha On 11.19.2012 @ 2:47 pm

The road was long. It had dusty sand and fallen trees on the sides, and it went went on into the horizon. I couldn’t measure how long it take to cross it. I tilted my head and looked behind me, but there was no turning back, I had to go one. I could see the heat on the gravel path, and took a deep breath and walked. My time was short, and was measured by the second.

Posted By Natasha On 11.15.2012 @ 4:51 am

“We can fix this, we can fix this, we can fix this thing,” you say over and over, like we’re not broken beyond repare, like that’s not broken glass on the floor, like that ringing in our ears isn’t the gap between us growing larger.

Posted By Natasha On 10.23.2012 @ 10:24 pm

Together great things can be achieved. When someone is there doing something right by your side, you know you can do it. You can feed off each other’s support and experience so many new fascinating things.

Posted By Natasha On 09.17.2012 @ 12:30 pm

sptember 11th fall nyc london san francisco castle princess fairy tales charming prince king queen kingdom

Posted By Natasha On 09.11.2012 @ 2:06 pm

i like headphones, they are great, i can listen to music and watch films with no one else hearing it around me. it makes me feel like i am living with the music and that i am part of it. it drifts into my head and releases my tension, relaxes my muscles and surrounds me with inspiration.

Posted By natasha On 09.09.2012 @ 5:11 am

Cat’s tongues, like life, is prickly and uncomfortable yet so warm and alluring. Nina never understood why she liked them so much.

Posted By Natasha On 09.02.2012 @ 1:48 am

When I was a child you called me your darling duck and you were a child then too, do you remember? You liked to pretend you weren’t, of course, because that’s how you are. If you don’t wear rain boots when the weather man says rain, then it won’t rain.

Posted By Natasha On 08.30.2012 @ 9:18 pm

I have a sister. I know too much about her. Many people think we’re just super cool partners in crime. But we’re more than that. She’s my other half. Not like a boyfriend other half. But a family other half.

Posted By Natasha On 08.22.2012 @ 9:48 am

I have half. Half a soul, half a book, and half a body. It consumes you, having only half of the only thing that’s yours.

Posted By Natasha On 08.21.2012 @ 11:21 pm

One thing that bothers me about society is the way someone’s virginity is depicted. When someone has sex for the first time it is said that they have ‘lost’ their virginity; when in actuality, it should be seen as that person gaining an experience. There is a difference between gaining and losing and it is unfair to associate someone’s sexuality with a loss.

Posted By natasha On 07.30.2012 @ 1:17 pm