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Manhattan was her home. No matter how far away she would be, no matter where she lived, she would still truly call Manhattan home, in her heart. She couldn’t change it, didn’t want to. Her family, her life, was in that city, and she wouldn’t change that for the world, not one second of it, for anything

Posted By Lena On 05.16.2013 @ 9:34 pm

Checkmate. You want me to do what? I don’t want you to do anything. Just checkmate. Checkmate? Checkmate. Alright. I love you. I love you too.

It’s still checkmate.

Posted By Lena On 04.23.2013 @ 4:37 pm

Oh she did it this time. What the hell had she been thinking? Running around like that as if Sherrif Colanpaul wasn’t going to see. You know, I wonder if she knew he was going to see. If she wanted him to.

Posted By Lena On 04.07.2013 @ 11:48 pm

Oh bagel. I do miss you. Toasted or not. Soft, so soft. Full. Tough. Delicious. Hearty. Fill me up. I could eat you plain. With a little berries mixed in the batter, that was nice.

Posted By Lena On 04.03.2013 @ 10:23 pm

My mother’s couch. It was a thing of mystical, mythical -ness. Cream, burnt sienna, brown, black. Plaid. Ugly. I hated that couch. Well not full on hate, but really did not like. My mother loved it. Sentimental to it. She lent it to my aunt who somehow broke it. How do you break a couch? I don’t know. My mom was very sad. I was cercretly not at all. I felt bad that I didn’t feel bad. That was it.

Posted By Lena On 04.01.2013 @ 12:57 pm

Last Sunday one of our sheep gave birth to two very, very cute lambs. I watched the mother giving birth to the lambs and I actually started crying. It was so beautiful.

Posted By Lena On 03.05.2013 @ 12:35 am

so many things people said today has shaken me up. it’s not like the surprising slam of a door, or a wind that knocks you off your feet, it’s just a heart wrenching, stomach clenching, panic grabbing feeling that paralyzes my entire body for a few minutes at a time. I recover, but those few minutes feel like I’m trapped in a block of ice that will never melt where everything is out of my control nothing can be changed and no one can be helped.

Posted By lena On 02.25.2013 @ 5:39 pm

Home. It may be dark and dank. I may hate it sometimes. Occasionally, the only thing I could possibly want in this world is to be rid of it – to leave it all behind me. But, despite all that, this is where I am. This cave is my home.

Posted By Lena On 02.23.2013 @ 7:18 pm

Murder, the word has crossed my lips hundreds of times, usually when I’m angry, or joking around. Would I ever kill someone? No. But sometimes you just need to say it, those two syllables with so much power rolling off my tongue, that one word that could make anyone flinch.

Posted By Lena On 02.02.2013 @ 7:39 pm

i love it so much, its everything to me and i always listen to music when im home, and a also think, that I AM very musical. oh wait. i love it. i just love it. all about it.

Posted By Lena On 01.24.2013 @ 9:02 am

Objects don’t have to be disappointed. They just sit there, alone, waiting to be used as they were created. It is so much more frustrating to be sentient, to be conscious, to have to deal with the great disappointments that come along. But I suppose there is always consolation, and always something else to do/

Posted By Lena On 12.02.2012 @ 11:59 am

The beast roars inside of me. I want you. I need you. If I’m not the one you want, then what am I to do? I am a beast. An animal.

Posted By lena On 11.09.2012 @ 6:47 pm

glad, when i see the one I like. Sometimes when I wanna be more happy, i want to go jupping in the water. I like being happy. but without sad there is not happy, and sometimes life seems a lot more sad than good. But the sun will always shine again, it is behind the clouds somewhere always.

Posted By lena On 10.07.2012 @ 1:32 pm

Before I stopped by the store, I decided to take a walk around the neighborhood to try and get myself to focus since focusing had become impossible lately.

Posted By Lena On 09.24.2012 @ 11:31 pm

Before she came into my life, everything was a mess. I didn’t have anything to look forward to but she gave me a reason to go on. Without her, life had been pointless and I often feel so out of sync and unsure if I want to do this anymore. I love her and want her back.

Posted By Lena On 09.24.2012 @ 11:15 pm

I was supposed to feel great, vibrant, alive even. But the atmosphere in that room was cold as death. The door opened slowly, as if it knew who was behind it, and was protesting their entrance. There was no clap of thunder, or lightning strike, only him. Standing there. Dressed in black.

Posted By Lena On 09.17.2012 @ 10:03 am

The miracle, the overwhelming miracle, of Joanna Bethany Collins. She is clearly GOD’S GIFT to our world. IF only we can ALL UNDERSTAND her wonderful contributions to society, such as what is not acceptable to wear on a THURSDAY.

Posted By Lena On 09.04.2012 @ 7:50 am

One day, Carrie was sitting alone in a waiting room. Waiting. Waiting. Waiting. The ticking of the clock seemed to drive her crazy. She was waiting. Waiting for some good news. Then the doctor walked in.

Posted By Lena On 09.03.2012 @ 5:09 pm

She lay there, covered by the blankets, listening to normally pleasant music that had become a blaring alarm to her tired ears. Two hours, why couldn’t she just get off of tumblr?

Posted By Lena On 09.02.2012 @ 11:16 am

darlings, a pretty word, why tell something differently than it is? What are they beneath the bow clad hats? Under those big hoop skirts? Things are not always what they seem.

Posted By Lena On 08.31.2012 @ 6:30 am

I flip through the magazine, glancing quickly at the famous people who are photoshopped to the point that they are no longer attractive. I circle the answers to the idiotic quizzes, insisting to myself that I am taking them ironically…

Posted By Lena On 08.29.2012 @ 7:03 am

I refuse. I refuse to deal with this anymore! Some kids stay out late and get drunk, but not me. All I want to do is go to breakfast before school with friends. You would think I asked to take a bus to California or something.

Posted By Lena On 08.28.2012 @ 10:34 am

Her lungs filled with carbon instead of oxygen, she gasped, but to no avail. She felt the dirt closing in around her. There was no escape. This was her end, buried alive.

Posted By Lena On 08.27.2012 @ 7:51 am

black or white. hot or cold. paper or plastic. beer or wine. coffee or tea. we all take sides.

Posted By Lena On 08.25.2012 @ 12:10 am

It feels like half of me is left behind, back in the perfection of tenth grade. Part of me left reliving those wonderful moments again and again. But the rest of me is here, at the new beginning, waiting for it to improve. Can there only be one powerful personality in a group? Will she push me out?

Posted By Lena On 08.21.2012 @ 4:24 pm

I’m in the zone, every shot is going right on the line, until my mind wanders. I begin running through the song lyrics, but they won’t leave and I just keep singing under my breath, losing point after point. if the zone is there, then I’m not in it anymore.

Posted By Lena On 08.16.2012 @ 7:47 pm

i love gum. the way it can be rolled and turned over in your mouth over and over again. the way the taste fades and the memory of the taste is still there. it’s why people keep the gum long after the flavour is gone. the memory of it, the way it starts to turn harder and harder just the same time the taste is fully gone. the piece is finally done when your jaw starts to hurt. my only issue is when people chew it with a gross smacking sound and their mouths wide open.

Posted By lena On 07.25.2012 @ 4:44 pm

That was it, the icing on the cake. That sad daughtry song filtering through the window. It pushed her over the edge, and she pulled over. She stared into the endless woods wondering what she could have changed, how her life might have been different. She felt horribly depressed.

Posted By Lena On 07.22.2012 @ 7:40 pm

A wooden door; the entrance to an old, abandoned house in the middle of the forest. It’s strange. A phantasmagoric air surrounds it.

Posted By Lena On 07.13.2012 @ 9:04 pm

I am not wearing overalls. I am in my Pjs. I will be going to bed soon actually, well I should be going to bed….but I’m not….I just finished watching a movie called Spork. and the main character who goes by Spork wore overalls.. Cool ehh..So I should really sleep right now….I don’t own any overalls…

Posted By Lena On 07.07.2012 @ 10:23 pm