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The female gender is strong. Physically, yes, but mentally we take control of every situation to make a greater outcome. The female has a sneaky sense of encouragement but a powerful sense of strength. The female knows exactly what she wants and she sure as hell is going to do whatever it takes to get it. The female is headstrong and very confident. We know we have to be strong but we know its okay to be wrong.

Posted By jess On 12.31.2012 @ 5:10 pm

The officers were in plain sight as we pulled over to the side of the road, overcome with the urge to press our mouths together frantically. Waiting until we reached the building was not an option, for this passion was the build-up of over a month apart. At least they got a good show.

Posted By Jess On 12.29.2012 @ 9:19 pm

An artist that falls in love with a writer. The writer is looking for a topic for his new book.The artist ends up drawing the cover of his book.

Posted By Jess On 12.28.2012 @ 8:11 am

The procedure was a quick one, an easy one. Relax your body and your mind; tensing up from fear of the unknown was not advised for this particular procedure. It would do no good, and would possibly cause more pain than was absolutely necessary for this procedure that is never thought of as a procedure at all.

Posted By Jess On 12.24.2012 @ 4:30 pm

Who knows what’s going to happen in the near and distant future? Not a single person, because God had not granted humans with the gift of foresight. The future is blank, like the empty pages of a book before you begin writing.

Posted By Jess On 12.22.2012 @ 1:44 pm

It’s the season for spending time with the people you care about the most in this world, but we’re on opposite sides of the state, longing to open presents with each other on Christmas morning, kiss when the clock strikes midnight on New Year’s, and hug, talk, cuddle, laugh, and kiss in that time in between, and after. I miss you. So much.

Posted By Jess On 12.20.2012 @ 9:21 pm

I’ve always been the one to yearn for summer with a passion. I’d wait all year for the first glimpse of it: sunlight streaming through the windows past seven o’clock, the warm feeling hitting your skin at every angle, sometimes causing you to burn. But this year, winter claims me, as there is nothing more beautiful than kissing the one you care about as the snow is falling around you.

Posted By Jess On 12.20.2012 @ 11:55 am

Five minutes until the end of the world. Five minutes until everything we have been working towards these past few months disintegrated into nothingness. Five minutes to kiss like we had all the time in the world to share with each other. Five minutes to hold each other close and whisper the three little words we have been avoiding: I love you.

Posted By Jess On 12.17.2012 @ 3:03 pm

Due tomorrow: a five-page assignment on the history of the guitar. How was I supposed to do this when it was completely useless information to me? I did not care how it came to be, or what mastermind was the one to come up with the concept- I only cared that this beauty was here to help me escape my past.

Posted By Jess On 12.16.2012 @ 6:08 pm

You know, things are strange when they are called local. They become simple, commonplace and heard of. It’s unfathomable. Why things are referred to as local is beyond me, the only reason they are local is because they are near. Strange.

Posted By Jess On 11.26.2012 @ 4:09 pm

I was late to the ,mall once. ,y dad yelled at me because I didn’t go fast enough. It sucks because I tried my best and did all I could to get there on it,e but I just couldn’t…

Posted By Jess On 11.22.2012 @ 10:52 pm

We were all employees squashed under the boot of our manager.

Posted By Jess On 11.15.2012 @ 2:43 pm

“The arts”, I whispered, pulling him closer. “The arts, eh?” “Yes, I love to act”. “Aye, miss. So do I”

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Posted By jess On 11.13.2012 @ 3:40 pm

“The arts”, I whispered, pulling him closer. “The arts, eh?” “Yes, I love to act”. “Aye, miss. So do I”

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Posted By jess On 11.13.2012 @ 3:38 pm

I spent a pound and i found that money doesn’t by happiness.

Posted By jess On 11.11.2012 @ 1:38 am

the sound came from his throat, like a thousand gods and goddesses had set alight a mountain, he roared for the world to hear.

Posted By Jess On 11.09.2012 @ 1:57 pm

they’re world contains only them… they are so stuck inside themselves that they don’t realize they are ruining it for us but they are scarring their own life too.

Posted By Jess On 11.08.2012 @ 8:48 pm

they are all they have, they can do it on their own and they only need themselves.

Posted By Jess On 11.08.2012 @ 8:45 pm

i’ve been used. No one ever really wants to be in my life, it’s all jsut for there own personal fun. I don’t have fun with it. I want someone to stay.

Posted By Jess On 11.04.2012 @ 6:27 pm

You live and you learn… or so they say. But sometimes it seems that no matter how often you make a mistake, the message just doesn’t get through.

Posted By Jess On 02.11.2013 @ 8:05 pm

the solution to life isn’t to do what you think everyone else wants you to do. it is simply to be yourself no matter what and to trust in God. Show the world the beauty of you and share the blessings God has given you. There is no greater joy than this.

Posted By Jess On 10.23.2012 @ 10:17 pm

He was burried besides his wife, as he had always wanted. It was a serene scene; the sky was blue, the breeze was softly blowing through the trees and the flowers were just starting to bloom. It was just as it was supposed to be

Posted By Jess On 10.15.2012 @ 7:34 pm

My feet hit the ground running. I pounded against the pavement to get away. I didn’t know how far I had to run or how long, I just knew I had to be gone. They would chase me until their lungs and

Posted By Jess On 10.12.2012 @ 10:14 pm

It was a very cold day, probably because it was so wet outside. I was walking alone down an empty street, with no umbrella and no hope. Sometimes days are just too much to handle, especially when it’s raining and it seems there is nothing at all to look forward to. I felt alone and forsaken. Nothing to do but watch the raindrops and allow my own raindrops to fall from my eyes. It was another one of those days, I guess. But tomorrow would be better, right? It had to be. It just had to be.

Posted By Jess On 10.11.2012 @ 5:44 pm

Mass is heavy, light whatnot. Einstein, dat mass. E=mc2 massity mass mass.moose

Posted By Jess On 10.08.2012 @ 12:02 pm

fuck it I’m happy I’m happy I’m happy I could burn up and I’d be happy I should feel guilty but I don’t I should feel sad but I can’t and I try to write but all there is is static because tears make great poems.

Posted By Jess On 10.08.2012 @ 6:55 am

A dripping chocolate brownie with a scoop of vanilla ice-cream makes me happy. Replacing that with a leafy salad does not. Diets are stupid.

Posted By Jess On 10.07.2012 @ 8:32 pm

Varying differences. There are various reasons why we broke up. There are various reasons why we brought together. There must be various ways I could be doing this better. I like the word various. I use it every day in various ways. many ways. it sounds british to me, does that make sense? This is great for writers block.

Posted By Jess On 10.03.2012 @ 4:54 pm

to combine friendship and absolute love can be very sticky business. Love is complicated, and friendships are valued above all else, which could impede taking risks. Risks such as admitting loving your best friend.

Posted By Jess On 10.02.2012 @ 10:45 pm

Hundreds & Thousands dotted the benchtop, rolling from the packets knocked onto its side. Little dots of colour had found themselves in every crevice of the kitchen; a few lay scattered underneath the stovetop, some stuck in the drain of the sink, and, unbelievably, quite a number of them floated leisurely inside the kettle.

Posted By Jess On 09.29.2012 @ 1:49 am