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the most profound thing for me was realising my life is for me and i need to stop living for others. i now need to act on that and take my life into my own hands. you can’t make everyone happy so start with yourself. no one can know what you really want besides you.

Posted By samantha On 11.02.2011 @ 4:32 pm

A husband is someone who loves you for you and will do anything to be with you. He is the one person who you trust the most and who you love the most. He will always be there for you. Sometimes you may get in a fight, but he will always be there for you when you need him. He loves you thats why hes your husband.

Posted By Samantha On 10.31.2011 @ 9:47 am

It is a man that I can depend on. Or should. It is often the ideal word for the ideal man and when it passes from my lips, I release all the distain I truly feel. It is not just the man I hate, however. It is the difference of the ideal from the real; I expected what the novels write about, what television shows me. Instead, I received a hateful, angry man who expects the ideal of a wife and got me.

Posted By Samantha On 10.31.2011 @ 8:34 am

There’s as much unease in between my ribs as there is on Wall Street. I don’t know if I made the right choice. I’m afraid.

Posted By samantha On 10.28.2011 @ 7:40 pm

i’m comfortable with myself right now. i’m at ease. For once in my life, I feel good about the future. I had a kiss tonight that was great! I’m confident, and i’m ready for the future. I’m comfortable with who I am. And quite frankly– I’m ready to kiss someone again. :) comfortable.

Posted By Samantha On 10.23.2011 @ 1:52 am

the warmth of His hands as they wrap a blanket around me, filling my innermost soul with love and hope and wish. the feeling of hot cocoa on a winter day as you watch the snow twinkle outside like a million fairies.

Posted By Samantha On 10.22.2011 @ 1:36 pm

things today were great they were radical they were amazing they were perfect pretty much the meaning of the word I really don’t know how else to describe it the perfect end to the perfect day with nutella crepes and radical times with radical friends and french revolutionary radicals. <3

Posted By Samantha On 10.21.2011 @ 11:13 pm

Radical is a term used for math

Posted By Samantha On 10.21.2011 @ 1:41 pm

I am related to my mother and my fathers family. The meaning to me is when you are close to someone or something and its about the same but not alike.

Posted By Samantha On 10.21.2011 @ 9:45 am

Something that is close to the thing you are talking about.

Posted By Samantha On 10.21.2011 @ 9:38 am

the first time i told you i loved you. you held me in your arms and i felt the world slowly stop and i couldn’t breathe because you were there, looking me in the eyes like the first honest thing that i have ever seen. with tears in my eyes you saved me from everything.

Posted By Samantha On 10.12.2011 @ 11:36 pm

Conviction is: waiting around till the sunsets, realizing that all I wanted was to be noticed in the light. Conviction is waking up every morning and leaving the house when all I want is to lie in bed, wishing myself into another time and place.

Posted By Samantha On 10.11.2011 @ 1:36 pm

Iron. I always have an iron deficiency… which is really annoying when I try to donate blood. I’ve donated blood since I was 17, it’s a cause I really believe in, but lately I’ve had all of these posters and commericials telling me “DONATE BLOOD! SAVE LIVES!” and I haven’t been able to donate because my hemoglobin is always too low.

Posted By Samantha On 10.10.2011 @ 7:15 am

forwarned. some tells you not to do something. you do it anyways. you get in trouble. they told you not to. who do you blame? yourself? they did warn you. yet for some reason it feels like its their fault for not insisiting you dont do it. at what point does it not become their job anymore. when does it stop being their job and become your responsibility?

Posted By samantha On 10.05.2011 @ 11:20 pm

Finding a way in the darkness, a path lit by nothing else other than intuition. Society says one thing, your heart another, mind another, and body yet another. How do you decide what’s right other than by just closing your eyes and following your feet?

Posted By samantha On 10.04.2011 @ 10:52 pm

The longevity of a life. Something you believe to moral or good. Something that is expected of good people.

Posted By Samantha On 10.04.2011 @ 3:11 pm

When i think of the word braid it reminds me of trees that twist and wind. it also reminds me of waterfalls spirling down towards a pond or lake. many times a braid

Posted By samantha On 10.02.2011 @ 4:48 am

the braids in her hair was tied loosely.

Posted By samantha On 10.02.2011 @ 2:37 am

I love when people hold hands. Especially, older couples. It makes me believe that love truly never fades it just gets stronger with age and commitment. I love when men act like gentleman and open the door for you or give you little compliments just to brighten your day.

Posted By Samantha On 09.30.2011 @ 12:54 pm

the playground was filled with laughter, pattering feet, wails of scrapped knees. i sat on the merry go round, staring at the sky, wondering, when did it ever get so blue?

Posted By Samantha On 09.27.2011 @ 8:10 pm

the swings rocked back and forth in the wind, still dewy from the rain that had just passed. as they rocked, they squeaked.

Posted By Samantha On 09.27.2011 @ 8:07 pm

play colors game swings kickball basketball baseball jump rope jungle gym teachers students recess

Posted By samantha On 09.27.2011 @ 5:44 pm

There’s a lot of proof of feelings, evidence of how I feel about you woven into every moment. Every way I touch you. The fear and falling pit I get when I realize that I’m letting myself trust you. When trust was never an option before. I hope there’s no substantial evidence on why I shouldn’t.

Posted By samantha On 09.27.2011 @ 9:13 am

He pressed her lips against hers and suddenly she knew she loved him. But did she really? Or was it just the sun and the skies and the crispness of the clouds and the perfection of her dreams making her think that maybe things were not what they always turned out to be.

Posted By samantha On 09.25.2011 @ 6:03 pm

Pressed pants. Pressed to perfection. Always perfection. Always on time. No time to think. No time to stop. Go. Go. Go. Constant movement. Need to breathe. Can’t breathe. No time. Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale. Begin again.

Posted By Samantha On 09.25.2011 @ 2:12 pm

Her mind couldn’t be more preoccupied. The idea of him being gone forever still sitting on the forefront her of every thought. How could the world be void of his presence? How could her life be without him? How would she learn to live without her first love?

Posted By Samantha On 09.24.2011 @ 5:10 pm

I have no clue. Port. That’s where ships go. They sail all their lives, come home to their ports, and wait to be reincarnated into a new, exciting voyage.

Port.

Posted By Samantha On 09.22.2011 @ 8:29 pm

the ship sailed into the port, sails fully open. the light from the tower guided it to shore. the sailor was almost home. home to his wife and daughter. home where a warm meal was waiting for him.

Posted By Samantha On 09.22.2011 @ 8:10 pm

I spread my legs out on the couch, my toes facing her. She glanced down at my feet, and a fleeting expression of disgust flashed through her eyes. “WHAT?” I asked, jokingly. “You…you-” she giggled. ” You have gorilla toes!”

Posted By Samantha On 09.21.2011 @ 7:58 pm

He crouched down, ready to pounce on my back as I ran. I sprinted as fast as possible in my flips flops and he took off soon after, catching up with me and wrapping his arms around my torso, swinging me around in a playful embrace.

Man. I love this kid.

Posted By Samantha On 09.20.2011 @ 3:31 pm