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Every girl is a princess.

Posted By Natalie On 12.12.2011 @ 9:21 pm

That sneaky tie you wore, always pissed me off. If only you could loosen it as cool as Rodney Dangerfield.

Posted By Natalie On 12.08.2011 @ 7:30 pm

i used to be certain that you would return, yet another time, after you broke my heart, again. Now, I wish you would stay away, and buy a picket fence, and pretend you never saw my green eyes.

Posted By Natalie On 12.06.2011 @ 7:36 pm

The small savior, was found in a stable, amongst the dirt, and filth. Born to save the world of sin.

Posted By Natalie On 12.02.2011 @ 8:53 pm

we dimmed the lights down, you looked so beautiful laying there with the little bit of light we had shining down on your body.

Posted By Natalie On 11.28.2011 @ 4:40 pm

I went to the museum with you. You’re eyes glazed at the sight of an Andy Warhol. That’s real…..If I could package that feeling and give it out for Christmas I would. To you, Love me.

Posted By Natalie On 11.26.2011 @ 8:12 pm

My rules are as follows….don’t be a jerkhole, and pay attention to life, and all the little things that most people miss, because they are too busy making money, or trying to prove something. Chase passion….grab it, and hang on for dear life. Paint your world your favorite color, and always kiss someone.

Posted By Natalie On 11.20.2011 @ 5:02 pm

there are rules you have to follow, but it’s more fun to just live life the way you want too. You only get one chance, so fuck the rules and do whatchu want.

Posted By Natalie On 11.20.2011 @ 2:42 pm

The shuffle of her hands became part of her uncertainty.

Posted By Natalie On 11.18.2011 @ 7:31 pm

The orchestra, is where I belong. I know the music resides in my soul, but my fingers won’t let it out.

Posted By Natalie On 11.14.2011 @ 8:39 pm

The noise made me wiggle in my seat. The sound reminded me of my homeland. like I was in the middle of the meadows picking flowers with my mum. The way the orchestra makes me feel… irreplaceable.

Posted By Natalie On 11.14.2011 @ 2:59 pm

i like icicles that double as swords, but do not really kill people, they just freeze your fingers off, and break before you can do any real damage.

Posted By Natalie On 11.12.2011 @ 7:58 pm

unique signatures, covering my furniture. cats and dogs pats and pawgs. paws.

Posted By Natalie On 11.09.2011 @ 7:02 pm

I am an alarmist. I can’t help it. It’s my dramatic soul that has to tell the world.

Posted By Natalie On 11.06.2011 @ 5:01 pm

I think I have flat. My car is weak and rumbles at each stop. I pull over and I see – Nothing. I continue driving and the car rumps and bumps. I hear a whistling noises and the car rumps and bumps. Their is a nail in my tire. And now, it’s flat.

Posted By Natalie On 11.05.2011 @ 7:56 pm

I think my tires, are my legs. I peel out everywhere I go.

Posted By Natalie On 11.05.2011 @ 7:06 pm

Ah, yesssssss, it seems you cannot avoid the raining and pouring. It seems I have weathered the storms……for now. Narrowly averted. Keep thinkin I need it tattooed.

Posted By Natalie On 11.04.2011 @ 9:52 pm

When I look out on the night skyline of my home town, I am overcome by the beauty and peace that I see. It fills me up and makes me whole. This is how I feel when I think about it.

Posted By Natalie On 11.03.2011 @ 12:47 am

You know when you say something profound. It just falls out of your mouth with such unexpected eloquence.

Posted By Natalie On 11.02.2011 @ 8:46 pm

I have them every single day. Mine today, was that no matter what happens, the “good” show themselves. and the bad, do too. Being able to differentiate between the 2, and appreciate them both for what they are worth is where the magic lies. I like a little of both. It feeds my ego, and alter.

Posted By Natalie On 11.01.2011 @ 8:10 pm

Jesus Christ. He was the one and only perfect sacrifice for every single person ever created. We are made in his image and likeness and therefore must also learn to sacrifice. Sacrifice is an act of love and kindness. When we do so, we show love and we glorify the king of all creation.

Posted By natalie On 10.29.2011 @ 6:19 pm

I like to create small riots I like to stir it, and stand back and see what happens.

Posted By Natalie On 10.28.2011 @ 10:04 pm

One of my favorite words. Still. So simple. Still. To be.(One of the best places To be. I might add) Still. I still love you, and still hate you. Still. “you still on some Adele?”

Romantic in origin, with a practical balance. A perfect word.

Posted By Natalie On 10.27.2011 @ 9:15 pm

The water is still. It makes me feel so calmed and relax. I think of sitting in silence outside and enjoying nature. It feels so nice to close your eyes and just sit still. Enjoy the beauty of the earth. Sometimes we rush through our days, and do not realize just how relaxing being still for at least five minutes can be.

Posted By natalie On 10.27.2011 @ 7:36 pm

jesus is my shepherd. is the first thing that i think of. I think of a leader with a staff and many sheep following him. I just think of God. It has religious meaning.

Posted By Natalie On 10.25.2011 @ 7:31 pm

It is automatic, to make martinis. I feel like I do not need eyes or hands to do it. The beauty lies in the shakin, a sort of sexual magic that is transferred, and lingering for those who choose Tanqueray.

Posted By Natalie On 10.24.2011 @ 7:59 pm

It’s a word of beauty, magic even. Automatic means you don’t have to try, it just does, it happens without your will being necessary. Being lazy is fantastic.

Posted By Natalie On 10.24.2011 @ 1:22 pm

fuzziness. love. something that you are 100% sure of. peace. but mostly i think of my family where i know i can be who i really am and not ashamed.

Posted By Natalie On 10.22.2011 @ 4:53 pm

I relate to the world through the paint that pours off of my brush. My strokes are my words, and screams. My love, my hate. My struggle, my passion. It is my secret place to sort out all of the things that pester us all, and a voice to silently proclaim it.

Posted By Natalie On 10.20.2011 @ 6:39 pm

she felt dull in this world where her love was nothing but dark. and she would say, as she listened to some hip music, she would say dull doesn’t even match the painted walls. she’d keep walking around the home. she waits for bright moments and true tv love she says the movie love is fake.

Posted By Natalie On 10.17.2011 @ 10:04 pm