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I have a crush. A crush on a feeling, more than a person. A crush on the feeling of a new mouth close to yours, when the crushing weight of tension and frustration and anticipation squeezes your lungs until your breathing just stops.

Posted By Rachel On 06.28.2011 @ 12:46 pm

fuck lust, it broke my heart.

Posted By rachel On 06.28.2011 @ 3:10 am

i wasn’t sure what to write when i saw the word lust. i just sat for half the time staring at it, thinking, then i almost closed it, but that would defeat the point of the excercise, so i just wrote this. oh, time’s up! i lust after more time, i guess

Posted By rachel On 06.27.2011 @ 2:44 pm

the morals of most are kind of iffy. A car speeding down a racetrack of a highway at night? Fine. What if there is a tired driver on the other side of that stoplight, though? What then? A smashing of metal.

Posted By Rachel On 06.27.2011 @ 10:54 am

i have morals. i have many. Who are you to judge me on what I am and who I will become? Stop shouting and carry about your ways. Because I’m not about to change, not for you, not for them. I am who I am. Don’t you dare try and change me. When you’re the one I thought you said “Save me.”

Posted By Rachel On 06.27.2011 @ 1:20 am

Morals change definition with each person. They aren’t set in stone, and never will be. Some believe in honesty and virtue, while others would rather let natural selection do the talking. People are different.

Posted By Rachel On 06.26.2011 @ 7:29 pm

I think that it is the strangest thing that people choose to put antlers on their wall. Just because it’s a part of an animal that doesn’t rot after you kill them does’t mean it is an acceptable ornament

Posted By rachel On 06.25.2011 @ 10:09 pm

Failed is an extremely overused word- you have no idea! I don’t even think people know what it means anymore. When someone says they failed a test, they really mean they got below 80%. When you make a stupid mistake, it’s called a fail. What is a fail- really?

Posted By Rachel On 06.24.2011 @ 6:58 pm

The history of the world is a funny thing, constantly repeating, yet always staying the same. Who would have thought at the beginning of time that one person’s mistake would happen over and over again and affect generation after generation. It’s amazing how time flies yet everything stays the same. We learn the same things, eat the same food, carry out relationships with the same kind of people and that’s what history does to us. Turns us into monotonous happenings, things that don’t matter, things that will happen again long after we’re gone.

Posted By Rachel On 06.23.2011 @ 10:56 pm

What does history teach us? Do we learn from our mistakes? Do we learn from our success? What causes an event? It is never as simple as we want it to be.

Posted By Rachel On 06.23.2011 @ 3:30 pm

She majored in history in college. She loved to turn the pages and hear the voices of the past. She was born in the wrong time. She knew it. What she didn’t know s how right she was.

Posted By Rachel On 06.23.2011 @ 1:04 pm

Love can be intense, hate can be intense. Work, school, children, all of which can be intense at one point or another. Everything in your life have intense moments. But in the end, everything will work out for the best. The intensity will past and everything will be normal again. People can be intense as well. Football players can be intense with just their stare. The thing is everyone has a different deffintion of the word intense.

Posted By Rachel On 06.22.2011 @ 7:17 pm

The competition was intense. My heart raced as my horse rounded the last bend of the track. The colors flying by were a blur. Pinks oranges purples and greens. The jockeys’ silks were more colorful and intense than the spectators’ hats. My horse, whom I had picked based on her name only, Whitewall Tires, was racing ahead of the field. My horse won! Too bad I didn’t bet more than a dollar on her.

Posted By Rachel On 06.22.2011 @ 2:31 pm

Intense, that’s one way to put it. The bouncing ball echoing around the otherwise silent gym. Your imagination running wild as you picture thousands of people watching you ready yourself for that game winning free throw…. ready, aim, shoot…. the woosh of the ball hitting the bottom of the net, deadening your hopes.

Posted By Rachel On 06.22.2011 @ 1:33 pm

When I think about cells for some reason I think about people. Not because a human being is made up of cells, but the whole principle of the reality of cells. One cell cannot sustain a human being just like one person cannot make a huge difference on their own. It takes a group of people with the same goal to accomplish something. I wish human beings would realize that they are stronger together. Not alone and bitter.

Posted By Rachel On 06.22.2011 @ 11:04 am

cells are interesting. i mean, i guess they could be if you’re into science and all. for me, though, they’re not. i don’t have any want to be a science major or teacher or anything like that in the future. i’d rather be a star or something. but where would i be without my cells? i guess ya gotta love them.

Posted By Rachel On 06.21.2011 @ 2:03 pm

nucleus. i think i may have spelled that wrong. maybe prison cells? i can’t imagine that those are very much fun. it doesn’t seem very enjoyable to be stuck in a small room with a smelly dood. i don’t like smelly doods. only sometimes, if its in an endearing kind of a way. like dirty hippies. people always call me a hippy, but i don’t think i am… because i bath! pretty often!

Posted By Rachel On 06.21.2011 @ 1:50 pm

makes me think of science. or prison. but, science classes can be a prison….and math.

Posted By rachel On 06.21.2011 @ 12:38 pm

dreams future destiny fate imagination events impossible ideas pain harm people moments hypothesize confess think interpret guess assume outcome situation examine

Posted By Rachel On 06.21.2011 @ 10:44 am

Predicting the future is obviously very hard for someone who has no super powers whatsoever. It’s the unknown that kills me. I can’t stand the fact that whoever I become, whoever I marry, wherever I end up, and whether I’ll be happy or not will just happen. I can’t control it.

Posted By Rachel On 06.21.2011 @ 9:14 am

i aint no fucking psychic.

don’t have much to say (; here’s a smiley face •.♥

Posted By rachel On 06.21.2011 @ 1:52 am

You held me that night, held onto the words and the whispers and tears. You let me know that I was your everything, the one thing you couldn’t let go of. The fire roared behind us and I softly cried out my words. I was scared. The future was so far yet to close and I didn’t want to let you go. You’re words gave me shivers. But you’re gone now. They’re gone now. Faded into something that we can’t hold onto anymore.

Posted By Rachel On 06.20.2011 @ 3:53 am

i used to hold you. not anymore bitch ;) your loss, my gain. i no longer bear chains

Posted By rachel On 06.19.2011 @ 11:42 pm

I held it in my mind–a belief, a dream, a song. And I worried, feared, misunderstood that I would drop it someday. I clasped tightly until I could think of nothing else, and still it slipped out of memory. And when it did, I knew it, I felt it, for the first time.

Posted By Rachel On 06.19.2011 @ 11:15 pm

My hand was cold and clammy, but he grabbed it and held it tightly. His warm hand was everything I’d ever hoped it would be. It anchored me to the ground, and it let me fly. Being connected to a person in such an innocent, but completely intimate way is still not something I could accurately describe.

Posted By Rachel On 06.19.2011 @ 7:54 pm

I held the hand of the person I thought was my Uncle. We were at the art Museum, and it was crowded. I was about five years old. After I held his hand, I looked up at his face, and was distressed to see it was a stranger who held my hand.

Posted By Rachel On 06.19.2011 @ 7:48 pm

I held onto my thoughts like a child’s teddy. I craddled them. They were delicate. These thoughts were my sweet memories. I held tight not wanting them to drift. Were they real? Is this what life once was? It could be a warped childish game I was playing with myself. Like when a liar stars to believe his own words. I wasn’t trying to create a false reality. But to create a new story for my past… seemed a little more innocent. It seemed, doable. I let my imagination float around my curiosities…

Posted By Rachel On 06.19.2011 @ 12:16 pm

Belief is, of course, important for many reasons. What are we without beliefs? But how easily they are formed, and for what stupid reasons! Shouldn’t we be careful with what power we give to other people’s opinions? Shouldn’t we listen only to the truth we gain from inside ourselves?

Posted By Rachel On 06.18.2011 @ 10:03 pm

I hold many beliefs. But next to the ocean, what are they at all? I believe in God, I believe in heaven, I believe in ethics and morals and humor and my best friends. But when the waves crash and the sun looks down in that orange, orange way, what am I at all?

Posted By Rachel On 06.18.2011 @ 9:57 pm

Believe would be so much easier to write about, not because there’s so much to believe in but because its so hard to believe in people. When trust breaks there’s nothing left to hold onto, nothing to grasp and bring closer into your heart. Sometimes you’ll never get it back. It breaks. And then there’s nothing left.

Posted By Rachel On 06.18.2011 @ 8:12 pm