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orphans like in charles dickens novels, hipsters like the ones at bard before i graduated. like leah hennessey. she was nuts as fuck but she’s one of the original bard kids, they’re ruining bard now and i hate it. everyone is a douche, trying too hard to go back to the originals

Posted By rosie On 01.10.2011 @ 8:45 pm

i don’t think fact is really that different from fiction i mean who are we to say? just because i deem something to be fiction does not mean it won’t be fact one day and vice versa history has a lot to teach us but that doesn’t mean it was ever true. maybe it will be one day but i suppose that’s our risk to take. and that’s a fact.

Posted By Rosie On 01.05.2011 @ 3:06 pm

taking notice of things. avoiding ignorance. arrogance. getting people to notice what you think.say.do. sharing intelligence. thoughts. ideas. brings people together.

Posted By rosie On 01.03.2011 @ 9:46 am

people say you make your own luck. i am not lucky. i do not believe in luck. stuff happens. you either want it to happen or you dont. it still happens.

you cannot control your life.

Posted By rosie On 12.28.2010 @ 7:44 am

my grandmother owns a typewriter. she used to work in an office as a young girl. she said she had lovely long painted nails that never broke she was so skilled. she still uses it. i can feel the memories coming from the keys as they whack the paper.

Posted By rosie On 12.18.2010 @ 6:25 pm

what is average? really, there is no such thing. a statistical fantasy, the mean of a set of numbers. an ideal type of something. really, there is no average giraffe or puma… on an anomaly of factors, merged to fit someones expectations.

Posted By rosie On 11.09.2010 @ 7:00 pm

A reader i a person who can read many of different books. I aam a reader and lots of other people are readers. You want to be a reader or if You dont know what a reader is ask a parent or a brother or sister.

Posted By Rosie On 11.08.2010 @ 9:45 am

I hate using flannels, they’re kinda gross but practical I guess. When I was little I thought the word flannel was one of those words that my mum made up that no other families used. Flannel shirts are in style these days I guess, I bet they’re soft. Can I have one? Please?

Posted By Rosie On 10.13.2010 @ 10:48 am

No way, no way out, no way in, no structure, no order to the floorboards, no sheep ’cause she’s a hurricane. She’s a mess; I’m a mess; we’re in such a mess.

Posted By Rosie On 07.08.2010 @ 9:48 am

The spike, the delicate pressure in my forehead, over my arms, surging up to rest on my knuckles, she taunts, and taints, with misery and joy.

Posted By Rosie On 06.28.2010 @ 11:40 am

A state of not having. Without others I would be nothing, without you I am nothing. Somethings i can live without, but some you just can’t.

Posted By Rosie On 06.19.2010 @ 9:03 am

i am trapped in a cave, a cave where i can only see your eyes and your smile and i can only smell your skin. i have no escaping from this. i have no air to breathe and no time to think and no words to speak and i wish you would just come home to me…i am so cold, i am so cold and lonely and afraid…but that is nothing vompated to you.

Posted By rosie On 04.25.2010 @ 2:12 pm

i haven’t fely joyful in a very long time. i can’t even remember what it feels like. it’s unattainable. and eating disorder will do that to you. everything becomes about calories, numbers, relationships fall by the wayside. and i don’t know how to fix it.

Posted By rosie On 04.21.2010 @ 8:08 am

has a lot of things. it just varies no matter what i find it hard to find meaning sometimes? don’t you? i hate it when that happens somethings are just meaningless i feel like hmm what do you think?

Posted By Rosie On 05.15.2010 @ 8:31 pm

Heart crossed in my mouth, I’ll keep my fingers crossed for youand stare at you until my eyes are crossed. I don’t want to make you cross, but the cross tied my mouth and my soul to the gate.

Posted By Rosie On 05.14.2010 @ 1:38 pm

Regardless of how normal and reasonable it is to change a website, it still shakes me up a bit that they did it. Obviously, I’M not normal. I’m not reasonable sometimes, either.

Posted By Rosie On 05.04.2010 @ 10:57 am

one day i seen a lady sitting on a bench wearing a wig of the color brown. it was beautiful and curly donated from the locks of love. come to find out she was a cancer patient hiding to look normal its sad but true. what a sweet thing for those patients. What a sweet way to donate to them.

Posted By Rosie On 04.11.2010 @ 11:47 pm

flying from her hand it crawled sprawled across the page. there was no telling what the words were spelling- were they even words? now as i think- i doubt? or do i just see that spill of black blue black running over the page one more time in my mind’s eye? reliving the secret like blood on the page where before there was only white, neutered, pristine and soulless.

Posted By rosie On 05.16.2009 @ 12:42 pm

offer.off.her.licking ice cream and chocolate sauce.off.her.then again,maybe he wouldnt like that . . .

Posted By rosie On 05.13.2009 @ 3:46 pm

if i offer you my soul,what will you give me in retrn?is it worth as much to you as it is to me?does it even have an intrinsic value? you can have it.i dont want it anyway

Posted By rosie On 05.13.2009 @ 3:43 pm

click click snap.show me the world behind your eyes,a universe in one fleeting moment.your love, your life, your pain, your anguish.for the right now,share with me your eveything

Posted By rosie On 05.12.2009 @ 9:23 am

hold it.smile.now show me how you love it.your angry.good good.what does it feel like?now you world falls apart . . .

Posted By rosie On 05.12.2009 @ 9:18 am

I stood on the edge of the pit and wondered what I should do. There was a neon yellow sign next to it imprinted with the words “Caution: steep drop”

Posted By Rosie On 05.08.2009 @ 12:50 pm

i don’t deny the fact that i haven’t done the washing up yet. it’s a pity because the kitchen looks so clean when it is done. deny yourself the pleasure of sitting in the shiny kitchen. deny yourelf the pleasure of sitting at the tidy desk with a computer ready to mesmerise you and block your sleep hormones. deny the right for ethnic australians to live freely.

Posted By rosie On 11.27.2008 @ 5:55 am

i want to be well. the only reason i want to be well is to be with him. i want him, but to have him, i have to be well, and therefore, if you do the math correctly, i want to be well. however, i never do the math correctly, and i find its exactly this particular kind of motivation that makes me unwell to begin with. you can’t have a positive sum if the larger of the parts is a big, ugly disordered negative. out of all the disorders in my vibrant mess of a life, the biggest obstacle is the one that involves eating.

Posted By rosie On 07.23.2008 @ 7:09 am

Christopher Colombus thought the world was flat. level. But really it wasn’t. It was round. He was wrong about the shape of the earth. And years later was proved wrong. It makes you wonder what other things people of the past are wrong about.

Posted By rosie On 04.01.2009 @ 9:46 am

tape holds so many things. Tow pieces of paper, broken glasses, hockey sticks, ripped money, the handle on my door. dont you ever wish you could tape your life back together?

Posted By rosie On 03.23.2009 @ 5:56 pm

reward for what? it seems that we as people thrive off rewards. We give our dog rewards for sitting down, or barking. Companies give us rewards for hard work. Our parents give us rewards for getting good grades. … but can’t we simply do things without the intention of receiving a reward?

Posted By rosie On 03.22.2009 @ 9:56 am

glow! the feminine glow of a pregnant woman. The glow radiating from a happy childs face on their birthday when they open their presents. The shimmer of a glow stick against a dark black sky. The beautiful glow of a sunset. Glow is all around us, in beautiful things. I love to glow.

Posted By Rosie On 03.20.2009 @ 2:38 pm

black

Posted By rosie On 04.06.2010 @ 12:45 pm