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I heard that someone filled a bathtub with it once to light himself on fire. Of all the flashy ways to die, I don’t know why he chose that; it’s better to burn out than to fade away, Nietzsche said, but I don’t think that’s what he meant, I don’t think that’s what he meant at all.Posted By starchild On 04.15.2011 @ 1:13 pm
She wears headphones when she’s walking between classes, and she looks straight ahead, unsmiling. Like her appearance at her destination is crucial, even though she doesn’t want to be there. My god, is she beautiful. And terrifying, too, if you ask me.
This is a story about wanting.Posted By starchild On 03.31.2011 @ 5:38 pm
She was wearing ballet flats. She kicked them off, though, as she scampered through the grass. “Make a wish,” she would say, and then grin as she blew through the bubble wand. The air filled with iridescent spheres and the sky smiled just a little bit more. Funny how things made of soap can be so beautiful.Posted By starchild On 06.10.2010 @ 8:52 pm
over the past few months, we have been going over hormones and their effects on the human body in biology class. i can’t say i enjoy it very much.
fascinating as it is, it depresses me to think that all feelings of love and happiness are controlled by the chemicals in our blood. how am i supposed to believe i have any control at all?Posted By starchild On 06.06.2010 @ 4:33 pm
i want to disappear. i want to take you away. i want to leave a mess behind. i want to kiss you under the light of a lamp-post in the pouring rain until neither of us can feel anymore and then walk away from you and never look back and leave you behind thinking you are in love with me and hoping i want you just the same but then i will never see you again and all you will want is for me to come back and wrap myself around you again but you will know somewhere deep down that i’ll never return i will never.Posted By starchild On 05.29.2010 @ 1:32 pm
i see the stars outside the window and they drive me mad. i see them and i can’t reach them and they drive me mad. all i wanna do is take a rocket up into space and stay there can’t you let me free. cut me through the atmosphere i wanna take a rocket and see the stars, i can’t reach them, i want to reach them it’s driving me mad.Posted By starchild On 05.24.2010 @ 10:22 am
It would be nice, the girl thought, to take a vacation on the moon. Bursting out of confinement, out of the stifling atmosphere, into the silent vacuum that is space – seeing a burst of flame passing behind – into freedom. From there, she would watch time pass. Somewhere else.Posted By starchild On 05.24.2010 @ 9:59 am
We made the sharp turn into the driveway only to come to an abrupt stop – a herd of moronic deer stood frozen in front of the garage door, staring blankly at the headlights as if they could frighten the car off. To our surprise, one of them charged at our SUV. Fail.Posted By starchild On 04.14.2010 @ 9:59 am
She scuffed the edge of her sneakers, formerly white but now worn grayish-brown, along the dusty floor of the station as she glowered through the murky darkness. The man in the corner cat-called to her and the graffiti on the other side of the tracks advised her to “gohomecountrykid,” and though she was rammed by the elbows of a faceless crowd, she stood still and waited through it all for the headlights of the underground-metal-tube.
When she heard the sound of it coming, the snaking, doorcreaking sound, she jumped.Posted By starchild On 04.15.2010 @ 7:00 am
loud. unending sign of life that often runs away with us without our knowing or understanding why. it often tells us things about ourselves that we would not have otherwise known. how long must we go before we are truly in tune with our heart and its beating?Posted By starchild On 07.12.2009 @ 4:45 pm
Outlest stores rock. I mean really. Where else can you go to find that shirt in the four colors that wouldn’t sell at a normal store? You can buy stuff in huge quantities and when people ask where you got it you can feel proud it wasn’t offered to all of the comoners out there.Posted By starchild On 01.29.2010 @ 11:27 am
She is the type who always wants to be somewhere she isn’t. Wanderlust: her feet always need to be moving. It’s impossible for her to stay still for too long, no matter where she is – no matter who she is with.
But you know, it’s always nice to be in his arms.Posted By starchild On 03.24.2010 @ 6:31 pm
He brushed my hair out of my face before leaning in, and then he kissed me. Since then I have been blissfully happy, almost bouncing off the walls. This is better than chocolate and hugs on rainy Wednesdays. This is better than anything I’d known for a damn long time.
A friend said to me, “Tragic you should have forgotten how to be this kind of happy.”
Tragic? I think not.
Makes it feel so much better.Posted By starchild On 03.27.2010 @ 9:30 pm