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I wonder sometimes if I shall succeed. Maybe I’ll just always need someone to push me. I hope that under duress, I’ll achieve some sort of natural success. Probably not.

Posted By Rose On 08.17.2011 @ 1:03 pm

i have to do something over and over and over. this is called repeat. i feel like i live my life on repeat. i work 3 days, off 1 day, work 1 day, off 2 days. repeat.

Posted By Rose On 08.16.2011 @ 4:30 pm

elastic balls are crazy cause they bounce all over the place and knock shit over and when you least expect it it hits yo face.

Posted By rose On 08.10.2011 @ 2:28 pm

The brush swept across the canvas, stroking it gently as it painted a picture. A picture of beauty, honesty, of everything that shines pure in the world. Her hand swept the brush alon, creating her work of art.

Posted By Rose On 08.08.2011 @ 10:32 am

The lighting in this room is horrible. Ever since we installed this ceiling fan, its never been as bright. Be cool or be bright… its a catch 22. We chose cool. Doesn’t everyone always pick cool over bright?

Posted By Rose On 07.25.2011 @ 3:53 pm

I got a ticket to a Selena Gomez concert! So I had to get another ticket to Californa on an airlplane.

Posted By rose On 07.23.2011 @ 5:52 am

I was waiting in line for a Selena Gomez concert! I finally got one and the concert was so fun! I was also waiting in line for a ticket to go to Massachusetts on an airplane!

Posted By rose On 07.22.2011 @ 7:02 pm

It makes me young and reckless and lets the world know I dont give a shit.

Posted By Rose On 07.15.2011 @ 8:13 pm

I do not know what that means. I think I have heard it before though. Like in terms of gracefulness and uniqueness,

Posted By rose On 07.13.2011 @ 4:25 pm

When I was a kid, I always wanted to jump in a pile of straw. One of those big, beautiful piles, that smell like an unknown farm somewhere in the country. I don’t live near the country, strictly a city girl. The straw held a foreign culture, it was the key to a land that I could never escape to… because I simply couldn’t drive.

Posted By Rose On 07.12.2011 @ 10:28 am

What does it mean to “mean” something? Though you may say that you did not mean to say something, how can you be sure that you did not actually mean to say it? Many studies have shown that people tend to say what they truly mean when in a rush or when one does not have the time to bother thinking about the full message one wishes to convey.

Posted By Rose On 07.11.2011 @ 3:41 am

I was expecting something different. And although I feel disappointed right now, I know it’ll get better. At least thats what I’m expecting.

Posted By Rose On 07.09.2011 @ 11:37 am

Our love is a braid, a braid with wild curly red hair. An Irish braid, with beautiful tangles and twists. It’s not perfect but it’s ours and I love it as I love you.

When you braid my hair, I feel like I’m flying. When you brush it off my neck and criss cross it together. It’s a little gesture but it makes my day.

Posted By rose On 07.01.2011 @ 3:47 pm

Im wading into the freezing ocean and as i look around, the world seems to slow down. I see kids running around with friends, talking animatedly and screaming back to their parents. I see couples in love holding hands, only seeing each other, as my gaze goes unnoticed.

Posted By Rose On 06.30.2011 @ 6:28 am

Kim possivle wqs my favprite shpw when i was little. I watched it all the time. Ron was my favorite but wade was definitely up there. I loved how she moved. Which sounds weird but it impressed me.

Posted By Rose On 06.29.2011 @ 12:58 pm

I had a feeling that wouldn’t let go of me, clinging to my bones like steel talons. In the waiting I found a space where the devil hid and in the moving I found a place to rest my tired mind. Every time I looked up I could see the trail from whence I had came and every time I looked down I forgot entirely where I was going.

Posted By Rose On 06.29.2011 @ 11:03 am

I dreamed antlers sprang from my head and I sat alone on a bench because the others no longer understood me. On my antlers the snow rested and a little bird rested there for a moment. It was you and while I began to ask about your day, to try and show you love and warmth, you fluttered away and took my heart with.

Posted By Rose On 06.25.2011 @ 10:52 pm

I don’t know when I fail until I do so how I can I stop it, mid fail? Is there even a way or are we constantly falling through this world making small fails but then quickly fixing them and we only notice when we’ve actually failed when we simply can’t fix it anymore? Is that what failing is? Not being able to make a wrong right, or realizing we can’t?

Posted By Rose On 06.25.2011 @ 8:15 am

To failed is to never have tried. When one doesn’t succeed at something they have ventured, it doesn’t meant they have failed. There were hundred wrong ways to make a lightbulb, but only one right way. It isn’t to say those hundred times were failures, he just hadn’t found the right way yet. Failure only exists with laziness.

Posted By Rose On 06.24.2011 @ 12:41 pm

A time line of brilliance. Beautifully interesting. He who does not learn history, is bound to repeat it. It is interesting to see how civilization has developed, to look at it all as if it was a riveting story.

Posted By Rose On 06.23.2011 @ 9:34 pm

We are a history, a living and breathing history that is constantly being written.

Posted By Rose On 06.23.2011 @ 8:55 pm

The golden age of humans can always be described through history. Over and over again, time has grown and crumbled with the human race, showing their rise and fall through technology, culture, and acceptance. It is with history that we can truly understand where we come from, who we are, and what others truly mean to us. It is through history that we know that man kind is more than just a sack of meaningless flesh, with no feelings.

Posted By Rose On 06.23.2011 @ 7:02 pm

Intense. Its the look in your eyes when you have an idea. Its the feeling I have when we’re running down the street together. Its the word she used to describe how we look at each other. Its how I think my feelings are. Its how I hope you are. So much. Intense.

Posted By Rose On 06.22.2011 @ 2:18 pm

Belief often has nothing to do with the facts. You believe something because you can feel it, rather than see it. Belief is a lot like faith. It can save you or break you.

Posted By Rose On 06.18.2011 @ 11:24 pm

religion faith god trust church gullible thought think view fact truth hope

Posted By Rose On 06.18.2011 @ 11:20 pm

Belief is something we’re all supposed to have. Something thats supposed to make us feel connected to something bigger. Something thats supposed to help us see the light in the dark, to understand why we suffer. Belief is supposed to sustain us when we have no food, quench our thirst when we have no water. But what if we have no beliefs?

Posted By Rose On 06.18.2011 @ 10:05 pm

I wonder if you think about me. My paranoid mind says no but I hope its yes. I wonder if its as hard for you as it is for me. And although I want all the best for you…I’m selfish at heart.

Posted By Rose On 06.17.2011 @ 10:44 pm

I was smiling when I met you the first time. I have changed since then. Now I smile all the time, even when I don’t see you. I smile just thinking of you. That makes life sweet, don’t you think?

Posted By Rose On 06.16.2011 @ 3:40 pm

Going somewhere seeing snow. mystery murder. Orient Express. Iron Horse. Rail Road crossing

Posted By Rose On 06.15.2011 @ 7:49 pm

Sometimes I sit in train stations, because I believe train stations are the best, and I look at the people passing me by and I wonder if they’re really happy. And then I begin wondering what could make them sad or angry or terrified and I begin to worry if they’ll be okay. Recently I’ve just begun looking at the people and just hoping for the best.

Posted By Rose On 06.14.2011 @ 11:50 pm