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reminds me of the movie with mel gibson. It also reminds me of superstition. Looking for “signs” to tell you what to do instead of just doing it. always waiting waiting for the right time. why isn’t the right time NOW? Signs point to now. SIGNS stop signs

Posted By Lauren On 10.01.2012 @ 7:30 pm

a movie where mel gibson is a widowed father and aliens come to earth. everything is chaotic and everyone is scared… but in reality they may not be bad.. just different.. they come to tell us a lesson..

Posted By Lauren On 10.01.2012 @ 6:40 pm

It’s funny that a word containing the word ‘fair’ seems nothing but to many of those involved. But to others, they are irresistible. All the fun of the affair.

Posted By Lauren On 09.26.2012 @ 5:56 am

They freaking suck I hate them so much, WHy must all people be complete assholes not giving a shit about anyone else but themselves, like, seriously there are few human beings I’ve known in this world that actuallly are thoughtful and considerate. Everyone else is a major DICK

Posted By Lauren On 09.23.2012 @ 10:36 am

Despite all the crazy shit in the toilet that is my life, I managed to wipe. Not only did I manage to wipe, I managed to write. I managed to fight despite. Despite having an abortion. Among other little shits. Despite being a crazy anxiety-driven bitch with a grudge.

Posted By Lauren On 09.18.2012 @ 5:31 pm

Even though something is so, you choose to go against it. You don’t care that it is abnormal or strange, it won’t stop you.

Posted By Lauren On 09.18.2012 @ 1:01 pm

together we can make history. together we can make conflict.

Posted By Lauren On 09.18.2012 @ 10:10 am

To be with someone else. Together means you aren’t lonely and you’re usually happy. But when you’re together you can sometimes still be lonely and not be with people you want to be with.together can also be a vey happy, warm thing that is a good thing to be

Posted By Lauren On 09.18.2012 @ 9:01 am

Blindness is contagious if it’s in a hypothetical form. otherwise it is kind of amazing if it’s in physical form. It gives a person a different perspective on things. Kind of lovely. Births new skills forcefully. Blindness. I think that physical and hypothetical blindness are nearly the opposite.

Posted By Lauren On 09.15.2012 @ 8:22 pm

He lost his real vision at age forty-three. His eyes forgot how to function. But his heart never did. She asks, Do you think I look alright in this? He answers, You look stunning.

Posted By Lauren On 09.15.2012 @ 7:50 pm

And then it hit me, the name of my illness: a complete and utter lack of the ability to which we see things. This was a blindness I’d be plagued with my entire life, an unhealthy devotion I’d given to the color of skin, to the appearance of others. But looking at her, bending down to touch the petal, the scales fell from my eyes.

Posted By Lauren On 09.15.2012 @ 7:46 pm

my little brother has asthma, as do 2 other people in my family, it runs in our family, i however have the fortune of not having it. but once we had this really dusty carpet and we always wondered what was making my brother choke.. then we realised it was the carpet.

Posted By lauren On 09.14.2012 @ 8:11 am

icky, wheezing, coughing. Ugh, why do I have to have asthma? I can’t do anything that the other kids are doing! I want to run and jump.

Posted By lauren On 09.14.2012 @ 5:20 am

I slid my headphones over my ears as I walked up the steps to the train platform. It was snowing gently and a harsh wind slapped against my face as I pulled the collar on my jacket further up to shield my face. The sounds of jeff buckly drowned out the jostling noise of the redline train crawling up to the wooden planks of the platform. The Chicago skyline towered off in the distance. As I squeezed in the over-crowded train compartment, I could feel the city buzzing with excitement.

Posted By Lauren On 09.08.2012 @ 9:48 pm

Flex. And point. And flex. I am in my ballet class. nothing is going on at all. Just flex and point. And flex.

Posted By Lauren On 09.07.2012 @ 7:09 pm

Whether or not you get it together doesn’t matter to me. Whether or not find it all together, it’s “finders keepers and losers weepers”.

Posted By Lauren On 09.05.2012 @ 6:36 pm

The earth sustains the life blood flows As rivers do down mountain paths Ever giving Ever tending Rending the land Fertile And futile The wind blow as the sky sings Sustaining the breathe In the lungs I breathe

Posted By Lauren On 09.05.2012 @ 8:29 am

Covered in mud, and aching, she pulled herself out of the mess of a rut she was in. Of course, she wasn’t really covered in mud. It was an expression. Just an experiment.

Posted By Lauren On 09.03.2012 @ 11:14 am

The texture of the sand was grainy and harsh; it reminded me of my childhood, all the summers I spent roaming the California beaches with my sisters and brother. I remembered the scent of hot dogs and hamburgers mingled with that of the sea and wind as my parents barbequed and the children played in the water.

Posted By Lauren On 09.01.2012 @ 11:53 pm

The texture of the flower was unmistakable- this rose was from David. How? He was dead. I had seen him die.

Posted By Lauren On 09.01.2012 @ 3:04 pm

a fog, a glaze have kids in a craze during the late nights and early days that begin with mist and end in darkness dismissed.

Posted By Lauren On 08.18.2012 @ 2:12 am

I refuse to accept what they do. What they think. What they think they know. I refuse to follow their ignorance. Because I refuse to know it is bliss. They hate it. They hate that I refuse. They really do. It’s a curious word. Refuse. It can mean much. Contain much. And i use it. Because they don’t.

Posted By Lauren On 08.27.2012 @ 10:07 pm

I refuse to follow in the footsteps of others. I refuse to let my mom control my life. I refuse to live in this world alone. I refuse to let people control who I am and what kind of person I want to be. I refuse to be like everybody else.

Posted By Lauren On 08.27.2012 @ 6:45 pm

fiber. modest mouse ” one day you’ll die and something’s gonna steal your carbon” death, dirt. rod. atoms. space. galaxies. far far away.

Posted By lauren On 08.26.2012 @ 8:14 pm

Her side of the bed was always warmer than mine. I think her natural body temperature was just higher than me. She always felt hot, not like a fever hot, but like a warm radiating heat. It was like the warmth of her heart transcended through her caramel skin nightly to keep me warm even during the winters when I felt the chill within my heart was unbearable.

Posted By Lauren On 08.24.2012 @ 7:16 pm

And then I was pierced in my side, the mass that was my body, punctured. Gravity pulled me down. And then the blood, flowing from me, from the wound effortlessly, as if it had always been flowing.

Posted By Lauren On 08.24.2012 @ 12:24 pm

Not full lamb buffer is to full half lose weight half milk Oreo half cheese half e,Mott half child half is full if full is small half is little is if half F is bigg oh an half is half if ful is just normal

Posted By Lauren On 08.22.2012 @ 8:22 pm

Half the time I think I’m crazy. Then half the time I think it’s just everyone around me. Half the time, I wonder what I’m doing with my life. The other half I just wish it would already fly by.

Posted By Lauren On 08.22.2012 @ 5:23 pm

Half of the time I don’t get what’s going on in my head. I want to tell people my thoughts, and how I feel. But I can find my way to do it.

Posted By Lauren On 08.22.2012 @ 5:16 pm

Comfort. Emotional comfort, physical comfort, spiritual comfort. I am seeking spiritual comfort. Comfort exists in my spirit, but not in my soul. To fill this void I will meditate daily to increase my inner peace and understanding of myself and those around with. With this spiritual comfort, I will become more whole.

Posted By Lauren On 08.20.2012 @ 2:25 pm