Entries By mary kate
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The Catcher in the Rye was always one of those books that I feel like everyone should read. I was supposed to read it in high school, but I thought I was so cool, and didn’t read it. I just picked it up again this past winter, and it made me feel not alone anymore. Everyone on the planet feels the same things, just not at the same time.Posted By Mary Kate On 03.28.2012 @ 6:59 am
there was a residue on the inside of the mason jar from all the summer days that it was filled with lemonade. there was never any need to clean it, she would just keep refilling it. one for her, one for him. those were the days they were in love. their stories would float up to the ceiling in the endless hourss spent at the kitchen table. now all that’s left is just the residue.Posted By Mary Kate On 03.23.2012 @ 2:15 pm
there was a residue on the inside of the mason jar from all the summer days that it was filled with lemonade. there was never any need to clean it, she would just keep refilling it. one for her, one for him. those were the days they were in love. their stories would float up to the ceiling in the endless hourss spent at the kitchen table. now all that’s left is just the residue.Posted By Mary Kate On 03.23.2012 @ 2:01 pm
“sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me,” the young girl recited, tears welling up in her eyes.
“a broken bone hurts a lot, lemme tell you,” said the older man.
“i’m not afraid,” the little girl lied.
“you should be,” said the man.Posted By mary kate On 07.17.2011 @ 2:58 pm
he blew smoke rings and she scrunched up her nose. “you never used to do things like that when we were together,” she said. “we weren’t together as often as you think.” he replied. “are you trying to be edgy?” she accused. “i’m not TRYING,” he said moodliy, and stamped out the cigarette.Posted By mary kate On 07.15.2011 @ 7:20 pm
he wouldn’t stop asking her and finally she was at her very last nerve. “FINE,” she yelled, “I’LL GO. PLEASE, give me a MOMENT of PEACE.” satisfied, he thanked her graciously and scampered away. she watched him go and sighed. the boy was really more like a plague.Posted By mary kate On 07.12.2011 @ 5:25 pm
the curve of her stomach was somehow graceful and beautiful and terrifying all at the same time and the longer he stared the more hypnotized he was by it – “expecting?” said an old lady across the room. the woman with the stomach smiled benevolently and he noticed she was even more beautiful than she had been before the stomach arrived.Posted By mary kate On 07.09.2011 @ 6:17 pm
abuse this is horrible no one should ever abuse there partner, child, or anyone. it’s the worst thing ever to be created on this earth. who would’ve started abuse? why would you want to? if you wouldn’t have grown up with seeing it would you still do it? i don’t think you would no one should abuse!Posted By Mary Kate On 05.20.2011 @ 8:00 pm
when i give you an example of something this will happen and when i think of example man you have no idea what i’ve been through i’ll give you an example problem on the board that’s what sue jordan always says i hate her class it makes me feel like an outcast especially after lunch when i feel so free i hate that i never feel free anymore i feel so confined and lost but actually i don’t but inside i do is it a happy face or is it just plain happy?Posted By mary kate On 03.06.2011 @ 9:56 am
climb ev’ry mountain. i will never forget that song. my mother always says it’s her favorite movie, and when we did the play, she was positively ecstatic. climbing rocks is always pretty fun. i used to climb through creeks as a child with my cousins. i miss maryland.Posted By mary kate On 01.01.1970 @ 12:00 am