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What will you amount to? We spend our lives planning the future, attempting to achieve our goals, hoping for the best, hoping to amount to something. But does it matter? We base our lives on amounts. Amounts of money, friends, lovers. What does it all amount to?Posted By Olive On 01.03.2013 @ 7:29 am
stuck in a rut, burrowing deep into what appeared to be the only way, the girl in purple sighed. for what is her happiness worth if not first ascertained by someone worthy? nothing, as far as her father goes. (i’m stuck myself, writing is such a chore as of late)Posted By olive On 08.11.2012 @ 5:16 pm
Imparting advice when it’s not needed is the best way to waste your time. Not only your time, might I add, but that of others as well. It’s incredibly pompous to assume that people will want to hear what you have to say, or that you have anything worth saying at all, really. The best thing you can hope for is to somehow graze the truth, to somehow recieve advice that changes you while never being so presumptious as to believe that you can impart anything lest the few truths you’ve accumulated in the few years of your life.Posted By Olive On 07.12.2012 @ 12:56 am
Saturday. The day when I’m MEANT to do something fun. But often never do. I’m SUPPOSED to be with friends, and sometimes I do do that. Hah. Dodo. But I never like socialising too much. Sit me down with a period drama and too much food so I can feel terrible about eating it and then inwardly moan about being lonely, it’s a pirate’s life for me. But aren’t we always, when we are out, wanting to do something similar? On saturdays, when we are alone, we want to be with people, when we are with people, we want to be alone. But screw it. Is it just me?Posted By Olive On 06.29.2012 @ 3:53 pm
i leaned in without thinking, to whisper a smallsomething to you. the air was musky, your breath warm and slightly acidic from the oranges we’d peeled then force-fed each other. i whispered, “if chatting is this – i could chat with you for days”. i got only a smile. a smile was enough.Posted By olive On 06.08.2012 @ 8:10 pm
the curtains, she said. the curtains must stay closed. and odd though this request was, the maid let the curtains fall back to their original position, hanging down regally. they stayed closed because she did not want the world to see her, and she did not want to see the world.Posted By olive On 06.02.2012 @ 3:21 pm
his grasp was firm, solid, predictable. arms folded across my waist, holding me up, tethering me to the universe we’d created within our own minds when the curtains blacken out the sky. the music was leading us, moves we didn’t know we could perform exploding from our core – momentarily blinding us from the world outside.Posted By olive On 05.25.2012 @ 11:37 am
perhaps it shows my age that my first thought is of kissing; of prolonged make out sessions in the back of the car we didn’t own, the car nobody owned, kissing until the alarm we’d set went off in the driver’s peeling leather seat. we lived for the weekends, the dusky sunday mornings spent languidly, exploring each other while we could.
but that was then.Posted By olive On 05.19.2012 @ 6:22 am
it can be a sentence wrongly typed, fingers hovering over the enter button, or that day you tripped in front of the whole school that day in assembly. you’d do anything to go back, to exactly how things were the second before they laughed at you. you’d do anything to try again… to backspace.Posted By olive On 05.18.2012 @ 10:45 am
the dark-grey clouds of smoke flew into our eyes, a present from the wind. it made us chain cough all over again. but we didn’t care, for this is why we drove Lexy across the deserted roads. we drove her to escape, to find a better place away from the people who shunned us, who told us we didn’t deserve what we had. it saved us from the judgement, and so a little engine smoke was welcome in our eyes, as far as we were concerned.Posted By olive On 05.15.2012 @ 1:16 pm
The hinge on the door frame was rusted and covered in soot and the door hung limply from a single nail. She glanced into the filth covered room not only finding more rust and soot, but something much worse.
Her face contorted as she smelt the foulness and saw deep, red, liquid pooled around her brothers head, creating a halo of filth, grime, and blood.Posted By Olive On 01.23.2012 @ 10:49 pm
Scarlet stained, platinum locks fell into her blank, lifeless expression. I took one last look at the beautiful pale face I used to call mine, the rose of its cheeks would never show again, everything seemed to slow down for me, so that I could properly see her vacant blue eyes through the violent red patches.Posted By Olive On 12.07.2011 @ 10:24 pm
I slouched in the corner, cigarette in my right hand and a bottle of vodka in the other. I took a long swig from the bottle, and then a drag fom the cigarette to kill the taste of the poison.
Ripped stockings, and running makeup. I slid down the wall and sat my drunk ass down on the floor. Too tired to walk home.
I’ll just sleep here for the night. It’s better than going home.Posted By Olive On 12.01.2011 @ 10:42 pm
It was a combination of my fatigue and my longing to be touched, held, and hugged by another human being that drove me into his arms. He embraced me and I collapsed, limp and lifeless in his strong arms.
Humans have a need for the touch of others, without it, we can slowly sink into a depression and waste away. Hug people.
I want a hug :(Posted By Olive On 11.03.2011 @ 6:45 pm
how was I raised so that I am so socially awkward, why aren’t I as crafty as others in the field of Social interaction. Why do I get embarrassed by the weirdest and slightest things. What on earth did my mother do to make me this awkwardly social.
can anyone relate?
All I want is for just once to bump into someone that I know and not have a hard time speaking. What are the secrets?!Posted By Olive On 10.20.2011 @ 8:44 pm
I suppose he will not look today, I suppose he will not stare, no matter what I choose to say, no matter the style of my hair.
I suppose in his eyes, I just do not exist. I suppose that no matter how hard I tried, he would still resist.
I suppose if I was masked in makeup, I suppose if my weight was tame, he would surely, finally, wake up, But then I think again,
He will never look, he will never stare, I suppose I will just sit here waiting, heart open, bare.Posted By Olive On 10.03.2011 @ 6:57 pm
Peering through the dense thicket of trees, Andre saw something he never would have thought to see in his lifetime. He took one step closer to the shimmering red head of hair bobbing up and down in the water before him and made a crisp, loud crunch on a unfortunately placed tree branch. The bobbing head abruptly stopped and swung around, piercing blue eyes met Andre’s weary brown ones.
“I know you’ve been watching me,” said the mysterious redhead with a coy smile. “If you’re going to try and peep you should do it with more caution, silly boys get into a lot of trouble that way.”Posted By Olive On 09.29.2011 @ 9:07 am
There weren’t many things to do at the house. All my friends were preoccupied at the moment with smoking weed or partying or something remotely stupid for our age group. Oh well. I hadn’t seen my mother in a couple days. She was out with her new boyfriend Lowery.Posted By Olive On 09.24.2011 @ 3:23 pm
Well I’ve ruined this one for today…the first thing I thought was that this must have been yesterdays word and i surely wrote about the wrong thing….and how much of an idiot I look like. But no it changed….and i still feel dumb.
*couch is the spot where my first kiss occurred as a side notePosted By Olive On 09.21.2011 @ 8:23 pm
As I crouched there, under the stairs, daring not to breathe, I wondered whether the mistress had ever once been kind, perhaps when she was smaller, maybe.
I feel like her heart is a straggly thing, all holy and cut up, surrounded by nothingness settled in her rib cage. Her pursed lips and tight eyes sweep over in my direction and I can feel the pain already.
Her stare is the worst part, after that you know whats coming and you succumb to it.Posted By Olive On 09.20.2011 @ 7:31 pm
And from his long cloak he pulled out a tiny pouch, covered in shimmery blue and purple hues. Tiny diamonds were splashed across the fabric and it had a glimmering gold chain that held the tiny sac together at the mouth.
“Something special ought to be stored in there,” remarked Unice peering up at the old man. Turning his dark green eyes downward he simply replied,
“Something special indeed my dear.”Posted By Olive On 09.16.2011 @ 4:09 pm