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I grind mine I like how it feels after I put my retainer in Sometimes I like the feeling after I floss them really well I have dreams about losing all my teeth and I panic a lot but then I wake up and I feel so much better

Posted By hollymarie On 10.21.2012 @ 2:01 pm

i don’t know where i’m going but i might as well charge along headfirst because it’s probably better than here

Posted By hollymarie On 10.20.2012 @ 10:05 pm

I just haven’t been the same since there’s been rain in my head It fills me up It fills me up And it won’t let up

Posted By hollymarie On 10.13.2012 @ 10:58 pm

Where has my happiness gone? Is it behind the trees and bushes I used to play in when I was younger? Is it next to my favorite old stuffed dog? (I loved him so) Did I leave it out in the cold?

Because no matter where I look, I cannot find it. It’s simply vanished.

Posted By hollymarie On 10.12.2012 @ 6:46 pm

all unique snowflakes part of the same blinding blizzard each a star in one infinite skyline we are the same in our nonconformity

Posted By hollymarie On 10.08.2012 @ 6:39 pm

one day you won’t be so sad one day you won’t be so angry one day you won’t be so hurt and scared and confused and worried and lonely

one day you will be happy

Posted By hollymarie On 10.06.2012 @ 5:35 pm

they go up they come down but sometimes they’re impenetrable

sometimes they’re glass sometimes they break but sometimes there’s nothing on the other side

Posted By hollymarie On 10.04.2012 @ 9:39 pm

I don’t know why I feel this way There are so many reasons and sometimes none at all Across the board, I see no other players but I know they’re there, silently hiding

Because we all feel various pieces of the same pain

Posted By hollymarie On 10.03.2012 @ 10:43 pm

learning about history makes me really grateful that i live in a country where voting is allowed albeit, it is commonplace that people are still today denied their right to voice their political beliefs

i suppose it’s a work in progress

Posted By hollymarie On 09.30.2012 @ 9:49 pm

they talk but don’t listen they smile but look away they stare at mirrors all day wondering if everyone else does, too

Posted By hollymarie On 09.22.2012 @ 7:37 pm

I don’t know why I didn’t do it Maybe because I didn’t follow my heart Maybe because I doubted myself Maybe because I just couldn’t handle it anymore

Maybe I don’t care anymore

Because despite my best intentions…. I failed

Posted By hollymarie On 09.18.2012 @ 9:54 pm

I don’t know much about skyscrapers I know about the one in babylon I know that princesses are supposed to be locked up in them I know the taller they are, the harder they fall

Posted By hollymarie On 09.11.2012 @ 8:15 pm

ew that’s actually pretty scary i dont like people touching me…. ever so why would i pay people to do it? its so creepy what if they break your hand or your foot or stab you in the back it’s just unsafe dangerous and too personal i dont even let friends touch me that much ……….. gah makes me shiver with trepidation…

Posted By hollymarie On 09.09.2012 @ 8:58 pm

I want to go somewhere I also want to shoot something (not a person per se but something) I also want to fly I also want to feel better I don’t know what else I want, so I guess I want to know that too

Posted By hollymarie On 08.14.2012 @ 8:11 pm

The idea’s quite obscene I cannot know what you’re planning when you don’t even tell me But from what I’ve heard, you’re out of my mind Banish the thought before it breaks you Infinity on high

Posted By hollymarie On 08.13.2012 @ 10:49 am

the ridiculous person accosted me as i tried to leave. why does it matter what i wear to school, mom? it’s not my wedding day (get over it.)

Posted By hollymarie On 08.07.2012 @ 9:14 pm

the stage is a strange place people come and go, shakespeare said long ago but maybe they don’t maybe we’re all just props for the larger players or maybe there are no players and if all the world’s a stage, then this one is surely a tragedy

Posted By hollymarie On 07.27.2012 @ 7:53 pm

I don’t think we quite know what we mean when we say things. Thoughts spew out of our mouths without a filter. And yours was quite hurtful. You insensitive arsehole.

Posted By hollymarie On 07.26.2012 @ 2:25 pm

Bubble smacking pink. I always hated that color. Why would I choose to subject myself to that horrid flavor at the dentist? Not that the other options were at all better. It’s bad enough that my childhood bedroom was puke purple and putrid, pretty princess bubble smacking PINK.

Posted By hollymarie On 07.25.2012 @ 6:04 pm

theres a bunch of glass jars filled with coffee beans on the counter lately my dad roasts them its his new thing last time it was fine wine tasting now its roasting coffee beans it smells like coffee all the time now and i cant do anything about it freakin coffee beans still, its kinda pretty to look at

Posted By hollymarie On 07.24.2012 @ 11:14 pm