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The automatic lightbulb lights up your brain to produce new ideas. It needs no replacement and is solar powered. Going outside recharges it. Sitting inside, drains its power. The automatic lightbulb was invented by Edison’s great great great great second cousin, Madison. She was born on the Madison avenue, right on the street.

Posted By Rachel On 10.24.2011 @ 6:48 pm

“Awakening” makes me think of the Mumford and Son’s song “Awaken My Soul”. The first time I heard it was while in the car with my boyfriend, and he was absolutely in awe of it.

Posted By Rachel On 10.23.2011 @ 8:17 pm

It’s strange and it’s terrifying and boomboomblast in your face change but that’s why it’s excellent. That’s why it’s amazing. It’s radical and new and special and it’s never been done before: happiness on a grand scale. Why didn’t we think of it before? They ask and exclaim as people smile at each other in the street and shake hands and not fists and just exist. Together.

Posted By Rachel On 10.21.2011 @ 3:16 pm

The dullness of life is almost unexistant to me. I feel like dull just shouldn’t be used to describe life, because you should always love what you’re doing and if it’s not what you love then change what you’re doing. it’s simple really.

Posted By Rachel On 10.17.2011 @ 3:38 pm

i’m honestly terrified of it. slipping through the cracks without anyone seeing. dull, colorless, lifeless. i have an endless desire to live, and breathe, and see the world. i want to live with passion and intensity, i want to spend forever being extreme opposit of dull.

Posted By rachel On 10.17.2011 @ 1:33 pm

i should have followed their advice. too late now. im not saying im not happy this way. but i just believe i could be happier, had i followed the good advice i recieved that night. too little too late, my decision was made, and told. now what? ive not a clue.

Posted By Rachel On 10.15.2011 @ 8:11 pm

Looking through the leafy foilage, the watcher gazed upon the grassy field staring intently at something that the others could not see. Suddenly, he gave a cry as hundreds of arrows appeared in the sky. Their trajectory aiming for his hiding place.

Posted By Rachel On 10.14.2011 @ 5:36 pm

its the craziest thing. sometimes it doesn’t matter how much you dislike a person, when you see them hurting, and when you see them broken, you hurt and brake for them. you give them compassion. its loving through the anger and through the hurt.

Posted By rachel On 10.14.2011 @ 10:50 am

She looked at me sympathetically as I gazed up at her analytically from my place on the floor, my papers scattered about me haphazardly. The other students avoided looking at my disheveled appearance, but she stayed helping me pick up my scattered belongings.

Posted By Rachel On 10.13.2011 @ 2:49 pm

its beautiful and shows true feelings and care and makes you feel special and like your worth it and that you are good enough and shows intsead of telling, proves what you feel, important and completely trueful and can make a special connection to someone.

Posted By Rachel On 10.13.2011 @ 2:00 pm

my convictions are strong but my faith is stronger. and through these days of all my trials and tribulations my convictions never fade. day in and day out i make the same mistakes. but i trust in my God and i know he has a plan. through all my mistakes there is reason, meaning, and hope.

Posted By rachel On 10.12.2011 @ 10:35 am

Youre convicting me on a daily basis. I want to leave. Im hurt daily, and cant overcome it. Im so tired of this SHIT. I Cut, mom. Ad I’ve tried anorexia, youre lucky im too fat to not eat, and bulimia too, except i cant puke. Sucks huh?

Posted By rachel On 10.11.2011 @ 5:50 pm

There were many many stacks of newspapers on the stand one morning. Front cover… I was placed. It told a story or murders and what not but there i was.. Front page, I made the college basketball team and they are fighting over me. For once i felt special.

Posted By rachel On 10.10.2011 @ 7:45 pm

mystery drives us. curiosity. i live for the mystery. i hide from people because that’s how i remain mysterious- interesting. without mystery we have no reason to be here. mystery is what makes our world so crazy, and lovely

Posted By Rachel On 10.08.2011 @ 3:53 pm

Look both ways before crossing the street. Don’t play with matches. Don’t walk alone at night. Don’t run with scissors. Watch out for hot stove burners and pans when they come out of the oven. Things my mother warned me of. What I didn’t get told to watch out for were the things that hurt me the most. You’re going to get your heartbroken. You’ll be scared to fall in love the second time. You’ll end up hating your body because it isn’t as perfect as you’re told it should be. Food will become your enemy. And there might not be someone always there to rescue you. That’s what I should have been warned of. But, some things you have to learn on your own and it will work out and you’ll realize that maybe someone won’t rescue you right away, but when you least expect it. They will.

Posted By Rachel On 10.05.2011 @ 3:12 pm

Morality wasn’t a part of Richard’s existence. Four hundred years ago he’d decided that, and so far his determination had held. It wasn’t avoidance of death, per se, simply a dismissal of it. He wasn’t interested in what it had to offer.

Posted By Rachel On 10.04.2011 @ 7:11 pm

I suppose that everything has its place. I mean if nothing had a place then everything wouldn’t be where it is supposed to be. But does this mean everything has a fate? If so then what is my fate? does fate even exist or do i control my own life? I hope so either way.

Posted By Rachel On 10.03.2011 @ 10:57 pm

So, I suppose that I could go to college. I suppose I could be famous and beautiful and smart. I suppose that high school isnt as worse as it could be. I suppose a lot of things. But what I never want to do, is thirty years from now… suppose my life could have been better.

Posted By Rachel On 10.03.2011 @ 5:20 pm

I was at the edge of my patience with him. Fisrt he wanted me then he never wanted to even speak to me. I would never understand him but that didn’t make it okay for him to just play around with my head. He was bringing me to the edge of my patience and to the edge of a cliff, I couldn’t take anymore of this, I wanted someone to push me off.

Posted By Rachel On 10.02.2011 @ 4:54 pm

Everyone should have a little bit of edge about them. I deleted the rest of this paragraph. I can’t write today.

Posted By rachel On 10.02.2011 @ 4:46 pm

edge., im on it. so close im about to fall. but you dont care. you never do. you hurt me every freaking day. but why? I dont understand. im so angry all the time. i need help but dont want it. im over your crap. leave m alone.

Posted By rachel On 10.02.2011 @ 3:06 pm

seriously. no. I am watching jumaji!

Posted By Rachel On 10.01.2011 @ 5:15 pm

Someone once said “I don’t know if the glass is half full or half empty, but I’m gonna drink it through this crazy straw!” I think that’s my favorite view on life so far, and that’s saying a lot.

Posted By rachel On 09.29.2011 @ 7:21 pm

I don’t know about half. I don’t know what to write. I know that this song is fantastic, that Polaris is the north star, and that the sky is blue because the red rays get trapped, but I don’t know half. I guess that’s good enough.

Posted By rachel On 09.29.2011 @ 7:17 pm

Once upon a time there was a very dense little elf. He didn’t know that two plus two equaled four or that fish lived in the ocean. The only thing he knew was that Devin, his best friend, was a very tall man. One time, he climbed up Devin’s face and built a treehouse in his hair, using pieces of Kieblers treats and cookies as materials. The end.

Posted By Rachel On 09.29.2011 @ 8:56 am

WHAT? Why dense? How do I bleed creativity when cut by a word so dense as, well, dense. The dense fog surrounded the castle. Really?

Posted By Rachel On 09.28.2011 @ 6:00 pm

The world is my playground broccoli puppet Windy Freak Dracula Question BOOM

Posted By Rachel On 09.27.2011 @ 4:24 pm

Evidence, something a child might dread. Because evidence may lead to punishment, and that is not always so fun.

Posted By Rachel On 09.27.2011 @ 6:47 am

i pressed my palm against the glass. the condensation was cool on my hand. i leaned forward and saw slushy snow and kids, everywhere. the bus was loud. i waited for someone to sit down next to me.

Posted By rachel On 09.25.2011 @ 5:25 pm

Everything. All the weight in the world It’s just there Sitting on top of that one thing That’s so important.

I can’t reach it. Under all this CRAP. And I don’t even know what it is.

For all I know, it could be the only thing I want.

But I’m too busy with all this other shit to dig down to it.

I’m so preoccupied.

Posted By Rachel On 09.25.2011 @ 10:49 am