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Our whole relationship is dysfunctional. Not a specific ‘our’, but a relative statement. Every single relationship formed between two people is always dysfunctional at some level. Whether that level be a high one or a very small one, it’s there. Because everyone has baggage, and with baggage comes at least a little dysfunction.

Posted By Sara On 09.12.2012 @ 9:27 pm

headphones are used for listening music, they are small and they can fit your ear perfectly. they can isolate you from the outer world so you can enjoy the music. i have purple headphones,I mean I used to. my mom is against headphones, but i still use them, especially when I’m going somewhere alone.

Posted By Sara On 09.09.2012 @ 9:31 am

the feel of something when you touch it. sometimes the texture is for pleasure but it may be for pain There are different types of texture, some are hard, rough, and others are smooth and soft texture can define many things in the world, just by the touch of your fingers

Posted By Sara On 09.02.2012 @ 7:49 am

i really only like the literary magazines. i cant stand the image society gives the perfect human being. everyone is perfect in their entirety as a being. i like stories a lot though. so i guess that why i like literary magazines so much. they just make sense to me. i wish i had really great stories to write about.

Posted By sara On 08.28.2012 @ 1:56 pm

El carbon me induce a pensar sobre las energias no renobables, cosa que nos esta llebando a verdaderas catastrofes ecologicas

Posted By sara On 08.26.2012 @ 12:43 pm

On one side of it, everything looks okay. But on the other side, everything’s dark and grey. I’m afraid. I’m afraid that the side I’ll show you is dark and grey. That you’ll turn me away, since I don’t look okay. What will I do if that was the case?

Posted By Sara On 08.25.2012 @ 2:13 am

With you, by my side, there is nothing I can think of, not one place in the world to visit, not one experience to be had, that I believe is impossible. You, by my side, I am invincible. Please, stay by my side.

Posted By sara On 08.24.2012 @ 1:21 pm

i need you by my side, forever and ever. when you are away i will be lonely, sad, and incomplete. i will cry and cry, and no one will be able to console me. it is impossible to fathom any misery but your own.

Posted By sara On 08.23.2012 @ 9:34 pm

side of what? is it in side or out side? or up side, down side? left side right side? i dont know.

Posted By sara On 08.23.2012 @ 2:02 pm

be there just don’t be restrictive, let me while you embrace and surround me let me and my whereabouts reconcile, be and let be.

Posted By sara On 08.17.2012 @ 5:09 am

i want i want i want i want water and golden eggs and toast wheat butter butter butter melted delicious butter ice cream chocolate pina colada pineapple

Posted By sara On 08.15.2012 @ 5:50 am

I want this more than anything. Ever since I could remember, the idea has been blasted into my conscious mind, and gently laid into my subconscious

Posted By Sara On 08.14.2012 @ 2:56 pm

A concept is an idea, a thought – anything. You can have a concept of a concept, a conceptual thought about a concept. I don’t really know where the word comes from, but it’s interesting. A noun. Maybe I’m taking this too literally and actually writing about the word, instead of what the word makes me think about. But what the word makes me think about is the word itself. I have a concept of writing and how it should take place, and this isn’t exactly fulfilling that concept. Is concept the noun form of ‘conceive?’ We conceive children and we talk about the date of ‘conception’…does that mean that children and babies are only concepts in our mind? This thing says ‘Time’s up’ but it still let me write.

Posted By Sara On 08.12.2012 @ 11:16 pm

a concept. something that can be both life changing and dangerous. can be accepted

Posted By Sara On 08.12.2012 @ 12:37 pm

what i never try to have, and yet what i am constantly yearning for at the same time. the thing that connects me with others and yet separates with exp

Posted By Sara On 08.11.2012 @ 9:24 pm

arrogance is a curse .. manners talk about who u are.. they are the eyes of the soul… and one can read others like a book through them….

Posted By Sara On 08.09.2012 @ 3:33 pm

i like cameras i feel like a third grader writing a quick wirte or something i was gonna get a camera but instead im getting a tv for my birthday.this is fun are the 60 seconds over yet

Posted By sara On 08.03.2012 @ 8:23 am

It’s a trap. In every horror movie ever. They always split up. Why would that happen. people in movies are fucking idiots. It all depends on the director though.

Posted By Sara On 08.01.2012 @ 2:32 pm

I lost the game. The game where every time you think of the game you lose the game. You can’t win. If you know about it you lose. what a stupid thing. I bet David Bowie doesn’t play the game.

Posted By Sara On 07.31.2012 @ 7:03 am

fuses together, the thoughts and dreams of before and beyond. Yours and mine and theirs and hers. We are all here on this earth irrevocably together–no teasing apart these melded strands–we need to follow them together to their ends and quietly laugh, having doen

Posted By Sara On 07.23.2012 @ 9:05 pm

I love to make cakes. But only if there’s good icing to go on it. Of course, good icing is hard to make. For example, I adore buttercream frosting. But its so hard to make I simply would rather make the cheap kind that only takes ten minutes. My mother thinks I’m lazy, but she’s basically a pro chef so she’s a little biased.

Posted By Sara On 07.22.2012 @ 7:24 pm

Ha, this is real funny. My dad still believes that I am a child and feels the need to put restrictions on me. For example, putting me under house arrest and watching me like patrol officer. I know he’s doing this to protect me, but i need to make my own mistakes to get something out of it.

Posted By Sara On 07.19.2012 @ 8:29 pm

stretching bends your muscles, giving your blood the chance to flow through your body. you get warmed up ready for the day. the stretch has gotten you ready, and you are ready.

Posted By sara On 07.19.2012 @ 2:16 am

Sonar was a girl whose name felt solar and boyish like a son. But she worked it. She wore plaid skirts and ribbons in her hair. Two braids. One was the evil twin to the other. But she worked it.

Posted By Sara On 07.17.2012 @ 11:53 pm

sonar communications in the deep; whale to whale to dolphin to maybe a seagoing rabbit or two. Platypuses, for their part, have a sixth sense–reading electrical signals from prey and perhaps other creatures. Cool, ain’t it–just learned that today.

Posted By Sara On 07.17.2012 @ 8:26 pm

the alarms went off because of us. student council hangs paper garland. garland fall in the middle of the night. activates alarms. cops come. no more garlands for wmhs student council.

Posted By Sara On 07.16.2012 @ 10:11 pm

I wore a bandage when I got a cut in the second grade. It made a kid throw up. You know, seeing my cut, not the fact that I was wearing a bandage. Sometimes, bandages make me queasy though. The way they seem to magnetize and collect all of the surrounding dirt in the air. But sometimes, it’s just too much effort to make self-filtering bandages.

Posted By Sara On 07.12.2012 @ 10:14 pm

I suggest that you stop talking behind my back I suggest that you admit you are wrong for once I suggest that you actually listen to what I have to say for once

Posted By Sara On 07.10.2012 @ 11:12 am

The turbines is the jet engine roar. Suddenly there is silence. We fall. Death awaits us. Waiting for the end.

Posted By Sara On 07.09.2012 @ 3:33 pm

rain drops fall into the bucket, making subtle, soft noises as they clash against the rusting bowl, holding them in, storing them, slowly rising to a puddle of beauty. the cold refreshing, raw taste of rain swirling around in circles, slowly, beautifully.

Posted By Sara On 07.09.2012 @ 1:08 am