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KISS: Keep it simple stupid! That was one of the first things I learned in my PR class at my University. So why is it so difficult?Why do I overthink everything? This is what I will try to answer in this article..

Posted By Stella On 05.09.2013 @ 4:56 am

Well, that’s one thing I hate when people think they are superior. They are taking advantage of their leverage in order to make people feel down. And I guess, that’s just not right to actually tell people how inferior they are to them. Just because they know they have the power doesn’t mean they can act around all tall and mighty.

Posted By Stella On 04.15.2013 @ 2:30 pm

something of misfortune, such as an illness where people die, but also can be more of a metaphorical thing. she was a plague to me or the plague on both houses, which eventually fucks someone over in the end. No one ever wants plague. EVER.

Posted By stella On 03.31.2013 @ 1:14 pm

the way i moved through the crowd was that of a ballerina. lithe, yet surprisingly strong. no one would have seen it coming, what i was about to do.

Posted By Stella On 03.17.2013 @ 10:42 am

Available. What does available mean? That I’m open to love, hate, friendship..I’m here for you? I need you? Why aren’t you available to me when I need you?

Posted By stella On 12.11.2012 @ 10:13 pm

They sat underneath the willow tree back behind the old barn, where the hay was still kept. Hand in hand, there was an unspoken understanding; yet she still couldn’t quite bring herself to say what she wanted to. The words lingered on the tip of her tongue, held firmly back by a fear she couldn’t dash with any bout of courage. “What’s on your mind, girly?” “You have a potato bug on your shirt.”

Posted By stella On 11.27.2012 @ 8:41 pm

thigh, upper arm, drugs, disco, party, downer, caffeine, alcohol, body, lower, middle, higher, high, pills, supper and love.

Posted By Stella On 10.15.2012 @ 3:07 am

smile friends love luck happiness family talking

Posted By stella On 10.07.2012 @ 2:55 pm

So… thirsty. Couldn’t breathe. Making my way across the barren ice, I needed to stop. I knew I couldn’t, because I would freeze Making it seem as if my love was completely gone for the world might have been my only chance to survive, but I skipped the lovely offer. If only, if only.

Posted By Stella On 08.31.2012 @ 1:26 pm

The Darlings were a simple sort… always easy to get along with, never tough to make friends with. They were a species of their own, with their interesting beliefs and love. Making an idea turn into reality for the Darlings was exciting all in its own; they believed that if you knew what they were thinking, you should be considered a god of theirs.

Posted By Stella On 08.31.2012 @ 8:30 am

Darlings. They were all very sweet, and I realized that it was all a stylish facade put on by my uncles. Maybe if they made themselves a little less obvious, it would make more sense to name their daughters “Darlings”. He’s wasting my time. Not a darling.

Posted By Stella On 08.30.2012 @ 1:29 pm

modem. looks a lot like modern. Means ?. People might right it as modern if they only glanced at it. Examine it. Is it a word? Who knows? I don’t, that’s for certain. Do you? Modem. Maybe like modern. Reminds me of it. Looks modern. Like the Tate modern. Museum hold secrets, words, so many things…

Posted By Stella On 07.04.2012 @ 1:46 pm

A structure or place made or chosen by a bird for laying eggs and sheltering its young. Like your first home, it’s special. I think a nest to be a cozy place, warm and comforting. c:

Posted By Stella On 06.10.2012 @ 8:58 am

birds use these to make homes to care for the young. its their home and it’s all made by hand, or should i say by beak?

Posted By Stella On 06.10.2012 @ 8:48 am

Her nest was composed of all the books that she had collected over a lifetime, gathering them around her for comfort, security and. . . dreaming.

Posted By Stella On 06.09.2012 @ 11:21 pm

Jelly is fun. It’s red and shiny and if you shake it around in your mouth it slowly turns to liquid. When you crush it, it looks like tiny red crystals. When it’s smooth it looks like glass.

Posted By Stella On 06.07.2012 @ 8:51 am

Jelly is wibbly and wobbly. Its red and delicious. I like to stick my spoon in it and just shake it around. I also like carving round shapes out of it. They look like glass, crystal.

Posted By Stella On 06.07.2012 @ 8:44 am

transform me baby. transform me into what you want. transform me into a girl smiling. a girl kissing you. a girl loving you. transform me into perfection. turn me into what you need.

Posted By Stella On 05.27.2012 @ 7:20 pm

The pile of hearts laid on the cold concrete floor, throbbing, though cold. They were broken, scorned, hurt. Some whimpered in their pain, others remained still and wallowed in it.

Posted By Stella On 05.20.2012 @ 9:15 am

An earring dangled from her petite ears, catching the lights from the chandelier every now and then. She turned her head quickly, almost as though she knew what attention this gave to her neck. Oh, her neck. The swan-like, milky grace of her neck made his heart ache. He should have never given her up.

Posted By Stella On 04.18.2012 @ 10:01 am

I don’t mind if you can capture the deer. Capture that girl! she’s dangerous You should have an idea how to capture the image.

Posted By stella On 03.28.2012 @ 11:21 pm

I’m listening to dads army as I type so I really have to do as I’m told and ‘don’t thin, typeI remember using ‘one word before, a couple of yeats ago and fond it quite stimulating compared with working to the egg timer. Don’t quite know yet whether I am rewarded with a musical ‘ping’, though I suspect not.Made one of my rustic soups for tea, using everything possible from fridge, cupboard and dried goods jars. everything went beautifully except that the split peas didn’t melt as well as they are supposed to, they are soft though so nobody minded too much. My hands are getting a little tired now so perhaps the sixty seconds is almost up. I’m not tused to typing so fast., cold learn though usining one word.lot’s of laughter coming from the tel le. Suddenly they y seem so simple compared with todays comedy programmes. Well I think that’s it now, hands too tired tto continue; I’m amazed I could think of so much rubbish to type in sixty seconds!

Posted By stella On 03.10.2012 @ 10:57 am

professionals aren’t just all the pleople who goes to college. We all are professionals of life if we want to, just appreciate everything around and love every single thing

Posted By Stella On 03.05.2012 @ 3:33 pm

Boring. Ugh. I wanna die. Or maybe sleep? It’s really up to you. Or me. Or them. Who are they, anyway? Why am I sitting here, alone? I should be asleep. I have work to do. This is a dull situation. Dull. Dull, like a dusty chalkboard. A creaky chair. A fog. Ugh. What to do, what to do, what to do….An infinity of what?

Posted By Stella On 10.17.2011 @ 11:49 pm

not much simple black grey its not much its really boring its a word and its not very interesting no

Posted By stella On 10.17.2011 @ 4:46 pm

There’s an edge to everything. To life. To death. To fiction. To reality. Do you see it? It’s right in front of you, it always is. Reach out your hand.That disturbance you feel? That’s the edge. Right there. You don’t even realize what it is. Remember that. You’re always on the edge of life. Be careful. Because who can tell what’s beyond that?

Posted By Stella On 10.02.2011 @ 3:32 pm

yuk, creepy crawlies is what comes to mind. The eight legs of a spider scuttling across the floor. My pet hate – moths, those little flapping wings as you lie in the dark hearing it, scared to move, frozen in your bed, fearful.

Posted By Stella On 09.06.2011 @ 12:20 pm

Salt n’ peppa. . .”Let’s talk about sex baby. . . let’s talk about you and me. . . ” Reminds me of living with a housemate and we’d play Salt N Peppa as our getting ready to go out music. . . very loud.

Also had dinner once at a place called “Salt”, and there’s also salt n’ pepper hair.

Posted By Stella On 09.02.2011 @ 10:31 pm

She strolled along the avenue, the trees were turning into the reds & golds that the start of autumn brings, her favourite month. She paused to savour the beauty of it all & recalled the many times that they had both strolled along, in those heady first days of a new love.

Posted By Stella On 08.31.2011 @ 5:42 pm

it is very soft and a good fabric. it tears easily. silk worms make it, and i believe they eventually turn into moths. it’s the silk worms cocoon type thing. it can be painted on and turned into clothing and pillows.

Posted By Stella On 08.23.2011 @ 9:13 pm