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Ewwww…no offense to anyone haha. But every time I see this word I get grossed out because there’s this girl I know who has a huge mole on her face and everybody makes fun of her, which yeah I know is mean. But I just can’t help it, that’s what I think about, at least when I see this word.

Posted By Zoe On 05.18.2011 @ 5:44 pm

I looked in the mirror; An ugly, brown dot stares back at me- Mocks me, as if it were to make any difference in my already blackened mood. “You can’t get rid of me” It seems to whisper- But why do you taunt me so? I get enough of that in school.

Posted By Zoe On 05.18.2011 @ 5:38 pm

vodka is the culprit of many things today. people blame vodka for their mistakes and their one night stands. when really all vodka is trying to do is help them have a good time. vodka tries its hardest to just sit there silently. but when the party starts, and people are raiding the cupboards for something strong that will help them forget their problems, vodka becomes their new best friend. vodka is really just a victim.

Posted By zoe On 05.14.2011 @ 8:26 pm

I never ever want to drink Vodka. The idea of drinking something so bitter, so vile, all to just lose control of oneself for a night, then wake up feeling sick and tired.. it’s not entertaining to me. It’s like loosening your grip on the world so quickly that it smashes. But for some people it’s fun; just not for me.

Posted By Zoe On 05.14.2011 @ 2:42 pm

A wasteland is deserted. It’s ugly, it’s boring. But it’s not because it was created that way. We create wastelands. We take the earth and manipulate it to our needs, and once it can no longer serve our purposes, we leave it to wilt and die in the hot sun. We make a lot of wastelands in earth. Not just places. It’s sad.

Posted By Zoe On 05.13.2011 @ 11:08 pm

Charlie Scene. From Hollywood Undead. That’s the first thing that comes to my mind. He wears a bandana because it’s like his thing, like his mask.

Posted By Zoe On 05.02.2011 @ 5:46 pm

Is that a flower…? I forget, oh well wait it kinda sounds like a clover, like a 4 leaf clover I mean. Like it’s green and everything…I don’t know. And how 4 leaf covers are like good luck and rare, right? I don’t really remember

Posted By Zoe On 04.30.2011 @ 6:37 pm

The chorus in a song that’s like usually amazing and says the same thing over and over again

Posted By Zoe On 04.29.2011 @ 3:02 pm

A lock on a door that you can never get out of. It’s physically and mentally impossible. Could also be a song name or a book. I never think of dead, though.

Posted By Zoe On 04.28.2011 @ 1:26 pm

The path was laid at so clearly at first. Do well in school, drink 8 glasses of water a day, wear sunscreen… It goes on. Now at this intersection I sit, and wait for some indication I didn’t take a wrong turn somewhere along the way.

Posted By Zoe On 04.26.2011 @ 8:10 am

the point at which you crash into me and I can’t see anything but the tips of your eyelashes because you are so close to me. I can’t feel anything but your arm gently guiding me in the right direction. I can’t hear anything but your voice, calling me back to you. All because I tripped.

Posted By Zoe On 04.25.2011 @ 9:40 pm

Intersections are tricky, for they imply either changing direction or passing another direction by. If you go one way, you loose all of the opportunities and adventures and people down the other, but if you go down the other you loose all of the opportunities and adventures and people on your original path.

Posted By zoe On 04.25.2011 @ 9:36 pm

Someday soon after he’ll realize that his life is divided into ‘before’ it happened and ‘after’ it happened.

Before, when he was at the intersection sipping a Starbucks Caffé Americano and thinking life was good and answering his phone.

And after, when the world was split into thirds: glass, sky and blood.

Posted By Zoe On 04.25.2011 @ 7:05 pm

The others at the crosswalk, on the corner of the four-way intersection, pause to look at her. Tall, commanding, with wavy red hair perfectly hairsprayed and frizzing from the rain. She tugs her trench coat tighter and, with a murmured ‘fuck’, drops her coffee all over herself and her expensive handbag.

Posted By Zoe On 04.25.2011 @ 6:43 pm

His life is divided into ‘before’ and ‘after’. Before he pulled into the intersection of Fifth and Hawthorne, before he didn’t take enough time to look, before something seemed off and time seemed to lapse. And after. After, when all he could see was shattered glass and sky.

Posted By Zoe On 04.25.2011 @ 6:41 pm

at how the world goes round and round and round. And we are just tiny, insignificant people on this world that goes round and round and round. Why are we here, some may ask? It leaves me puzzled.

Posted By Zoe On 04.24.2011 @ 7:26 pm

Why didn’t you iron my shirt like I asked? When did you ask me to do that? I don’t even remember that conversation She looked disappointedly down at her shoes, thinking about how he probably wouldn’t remember the conversation when he said he loved her either…

Posted By Zoe On 04.23.2011 @ 1:44 pm

I am so thirsty for him- he permeates my thoughts and makes me wonder wonder wonder. I think I love him, but what do I know about love? All I know is he makes me want to drink in his presence and never let him go.

Posted By Zoe On 04.10.2011 @ 7:08 pm

It grows inside you like a hunger, like a thirst. To want, to need, to feel to no end. It engulfs you like the sky, dry as a bone yet leaving you salivating. The necessity grows and grows.

Posted By zoë On 04.10.2011 @ 11:33 am

She walked forward, not glancing left nor right at the throng of people surrounding the stage. As her ascended the stairs, one of her heels caught and stopped the flow of her movement. She kicked off the heel roughly, then the other, and pushed past the line of people ahead of her. At the microphone, she took a breath, and began.

Posted By Zoë On 04.07.2011 @ 12:43 pm

I feel connected to nothing. But when I am with you . EVERYTHING. Love is possible. And stuff. Just stay here with me. You don’t understand how it feels when I am with you. Don’t you dare EVER Leave me, my love. Darling. I love you.

Posted By Zoe On 04.06.2011 @ 8:46 pm

your smile. your laugh. your glistening eyes. the words you used to tell me. the words I used to listen to. the heartbreak. the tears. the everything in-between. learning to live without you something I could never imagine.

Posted By zoe On 04.05.2011 @ 6:17 pm

My plans for life are no longer as simple or as straightforward as I had wished. I want so much for myself and for others, but I am bound to fail at some point. I am bound to fall victim to these plans.

Posted By Zoe On 04.03.2011 @ 2:01 pm

Plans… that which we all must have before four years are done. Plans for life, plans predetermined by parents, friends, classes, groups, clubs. What you do now must reflect both your past and future, your never ending plans. Time is everything

Posted By zoë On 04.03.2011 @ 11:24 am

The starry sky (starry has two rs, a fact which I always found strange, really,) is glowing. As usual. Reflected in the pools of water, puddles whose mud has been eradicated by the pinpoints of light in the sky, pieces of the galaxy which make all that it contains exponentially smaller.

Posted By zoë On 04.02.2011 @ 11:17 am

My voice rings out above the crowd. The beauty, the talent, the shining. It releases from within me, dazzling all those around. This is the food for the little monster inside me, ever hungry and parched. It desires unending food, which I must provide through song, through skill, through beauty, through talent. I must feed that thing, that ego, living inside my chest and my skull.

Posted By zoë On 04.01.2011 @ 7:09 pm

I’m not a person who uses that word well. I don’t have many trusted people in my life. I am trusted, but I don’t give back with it. I’ve been hurt too much. Its sad but true. Sorry trust.

Posted By Zoe On 03.31.2011 @ 12:12 am

I think the reason I sometimes hesitate to approach people is because it leaves a short hope that they will approach me and make me feel like I am truly wanted. Sometimes no one approaches me, and I linger a while longer before heading over to the group, but occasionally it does happen, and i feel exquisite.

Posted By zoe On 03.22.2011 @ 10:15 pm

I have a no failure policy. Self enforced upon no one but myself. I will stay true to this policy for as long as I can possibly not take ‘no’ as an answer and as long as I continue to refuse to utter the word ‘can’t’. With this policy in effect, I will will my future to form as I please.

Posted By zoe On 03.21.2011 @ 10:14 pm

there is something different for every person that makes them whole. popularized by the media is the component of romance, which is why i believe so many naive teenagers go about desperately seeking love. but it doesn’t have to be a lover, for me it is horses. i feel small and rather pointless anywhere else in the world except the back of a horse, where i am everything. i hope that all of my friends can find their fulfilling component sooner than later, and i can hardly wait to see what they are.

Posted By zoe On 03.20.2011 @ 5:58 pm