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Just to be held is one of the nicest things. On those nights when it’s raining, you can’t help but wish that there was someone there to hold you when you’re crying or when you feel most alone. I’m not saying I need someone in my life, but hell, it would be nice to be held.

Posted By Bianca On 06.19.2011 @ 8:24 pm

I believe in nothing. Everything that seems to be true Eventually becomes a lie. I believe in being a decent human being. And nothing else.

Posted By Bianca On 06.18.2011 @ 2:49 pm

something that i really wish that i could do without thinking about him. BUt he’s the really the only person/thing that really knows how to make me have a real smile. He’s the only one who i really truly care about but he only sees me as a “friend” ? I can’t deal with not smiling. t seems like i’ve forgotten how to do it.

Posted By Bianca On 06.17.2011 @ 10:32 am

I take the train to go there. Wherever I may go. I watch the rain as it splatters the windowpane and that when I think I know. I know wherever I’m going and whatever I may do, I know that where it takes me, brings me closer to you :)

Posted By Bianca On 06.15.2011 @ 10:13 pm

its when someone has that special moment with you. its the perfect moment for a hug. It makes you feel comforted when times get tough or when times are great and special. embracing is a lovely thing.

Posted By Bianca On 06.13.2011 @ 11:13 am

make me think of a spouse. it also makes me think of important people to me, also things that have great significance in my life. it has love in it and also be so someone is in love with me or cares about me.

Posted By Bianca On 06.13.2011 @ 11:07 am

I have sixty seconds to write about something very depressing. You attend them to give ‘condolences’ when really there is nothing left to say. ‘Sorry’ is just an empty word to make you feel better when others are upset. It’s society’s way of dealing with death and creating a process in what we’re all so frightened of.

Posted By Bianca On 06.11.2011 @ 2:26 pm

forgetting is like losing everything. everything in your mind. it sucks to forget, memories. memories are the one thing i try so hard to remember but always forget over time. forgetting=hurt. remember. try. thats all you can do i guess, right?

Posted By Bianca On 06.07.2011 @ 11:32 am

Trained animals and trained children. PTA meetings, pets, sit, beg. Learn the tricks, learn the routine. Just like the family next door. Conform or get out. Happy homes. Nothing is like it used to be. Peaceful. Bliss. Build a family. Buy a dog. Own a house. Homeward bound.

Posted By Bianca On 05.21.2011 @ 6:29 am

the structure of the human body , holds us up we can trust our bones but not others in the time of need

Posted By Bianca On 05.11.2011 @ 5:00 pm

ahhhh camp. I love camp, every year i go to cheerleading camp with my cheer team, and it is soooo much fun. It’s exactly like the way it is in the movies, except it take more work and labor. And the sprit stick myth is real!!

Posted By Bianca On 05.04.2011 @ 12:00 pm

I love dinosaurs. The way they feel cuddled up next to me as we sleep my the warm fire after having ewaten a box of thin mints. Oh how can only imagine the softness of the their tails grazing across my face as we spin round and round in folly.

Posted By Bianca On 05.04.2011 @ 8:04 am

me and my friend like to make dinosaur noises together. I actually did it so often that i don’t even notice that i do it anymore, i do it all the time. Dinosaurs are pretty cool, like the cartoon ones. i actually just did a project on prehistoric art.

Posted By Bianca On 05.03.2011 @ 12:10 pm

I love bandana, i like to fold them up and wear them around my head because i think it makes me look fierce and intimidating especially in lacrosse games. They are also something that i have a lot of

Posted By Bianca On 05.02.2011 @ 5:52 pm

metal and rust and buildings healthy blood clots blood test iron weight heavy metal pennies copper element periodic table science chemistry school lost food iron healthy vitamin important human body people eat need to live healthy blood stream chemicals dangerous

Posted By bianca On 04.23.2011 @ 1:11 pm

Gadgets…hmm, reminds me of inspector gadget. That movie was weird, I forget the background story to it, but I remember watching it often when I was younger. The beginning was cool with all the wheels turning and what not. One time at gymnastics meet someone had inspector gadget floor music. It was so weird. Last night I looked up and listened to my floor music from gymnastics, just listened and listened, I miss it. I miss it a lot.

Posted By Bianca On 04.20.2011 @ 7:56 pm

today was a good day. i was with the kids and theyre always a breath of fresh air. i thought about jarret. its been 1 year. he was such a great person so i tried to be great just like him. i saw my dad for the first time in weeks. i thought id go out on a limb and do a good thing for jarret. he deserves it. im trying to be positive lately and i think im on a good track.

Posted By bianca On 04.11.2011 @ 5:25 pm

once upon a time there was a little bumble bee, her name was olivia. Oliva was not like the other bees. she was special. she could not make honey like her friends. but she had such a big heart. and she loved all of her friends even though they were rude to her and they didnt invite her on thier flight to england.

Posted By Bianca On 03.08.2011 @ 3:51 pm

She flipped through her magazine and lifted her chin higher to ease the discomfort in her neck. “Stay still,” the barber said, his voice a whistle coming through a toothless mouth. “I know exactly what I’m doing.”

Too bad he was only used to attending men.

Posted By bianca On 02.24.2011 @ 8:41 pm

She flipped through a magazine and lifted her chin up in an attempt to ease some of the discomfort in her neck. The barber pressed his fingers on her scalp. “Stay still,” he said in a sibilant voice. “I know exactly what I’m doing.”

Too bad barbers attend men, and not women.

Posted By Bianca On 02.24.2011 @ 8:36 pm

I sat on the stool, my beret tilted to the side, my arms deep in film water, soggy and black in the dim light. I liked the darkroom. There was something soothing about being in there, mysterious. It was a place of birth and a place of contemplation… at least in the photo sense.

Posted By Bianca On 02.01.2011 @ 6:17 pm

it is very good for everyone to keep optimism in our lives. be optimistic and everything will seem easier to do. it will help you see the full part of the glass and will keep you walking. think positive

Posted By Bianca On 12.21.2010 @ 1:23 am

To say that the nail hurt would be an understatement. As I was walking down the street to my friend’s house I stepped on it and dropped down to my knees, the pain hurt so bad. I then

Posted By Bianca On 12.04.2010 @ 8:36 pm

she’s an adorable little thing, hopping around. one day I hope to feed her lots of hay and make her very fat. Then I can cuddle her more than I ever could now. I think it might be hard to keep looking at her if she’s so small. If she doesn’t get bigger i may have to give up and eat her. I don’t want to but it’s only human. I’m sorry, Rosie.

Posted By Bianca On 12.02.2010 @ 9:53 pm

i cant stand all the habits i have it hurts me to keep some of them for long but cant help it i want to help mself get rid of them but i cant. i dont know what to do but keep the habit going thatsall i know i guess

Posted By bianca On 11.21.2010 @ 8:49 pm

average is a number a rating of a person not so good not that bad the math part not so fun but perhaps just average

Posted By bianca On 11.09.2010 @ 9:46 pm

The reader started to breathe heavy. The love scene was so intense in his mind he began envisioning himself as the character. The only thing he felt compelled to do was to relieve himself in the only manner appropriate. Masturbation. He puts the book down and continues to walk to the restroom. He flicks the switch on and undress himself.

Posted By Bianca On 11.07.2010 @ 7:22 pm

sometimes, i like to say i have whiskers, because that is what kittens have, and i wish i was a kitten… although i am not, i still act like one, and say i have whiskers. I use my hair like whiskers sometimes.. but it wont be the same as having whiskers, but i am happy, because it is closer to being a cat, than not at all.

Posted By Bianca On 10.21.2010 @ 4:33 pm

My cheek presses against his chest and we just lay there. His bare chest feels good against my cheek and I miss him. I miss actually having some kind of a relationship with him. I think I want him back.

Posted By Bianca On 08.31.2010 @ 12:08 am

I’m going to live in a loft one day. It’s going to be beautiful. Everyone will marvel in the determination I had to complete such a difficult task. My kids won’t be ashamed to bring their friends to this loft because unlike any house they’ll ever live in it’ll be extraordinary.

Posted By Bianca On 08.30.2010 @ 5:10 am