When we are infants, we have over 100 more bones than we do as an adult. Many of these new bones are made of cartilage. As we grow up, this cartilage shifts and hardens to form solid adult bones. Additionally, cartilage growth plates on the ends of our longer bones are what help our bones lengthen when we grow. Once they stop growing, nothing will make them grow again. They’re done. However, exercising as an adult can still help you look taller. It produces muscle mass and slims you down, which makes it easier to maintain the illusion that you’re taller than you really are. Read more…
Elliott Bowler
She shivers under the sheets
Sweat seeps from forehead and feet
Defeated, deflated, deloused in the bed
Four poster prison of fever, chill, fever again
Watched, mopped and souped
Her mother brings on a whim, ring
or whimper the hot broth, the damp cloth
or plain pair of pupils, an iris eclipse,
set, timely and blinding.
I love sheets. I love messing up the sheets with you. I love rolling around on them and kissing you like we’ve never kissed before. I love sheets.
Amy
sheets of paper. sheets of paper to write on. to write our ideas and our belives to record what we need to know. to remember. a piece of the past we hold. our past. our experience. the reason we are who are. sheets of paper in a diary
sheets are really cool. i use them to wipe my dirty asshole after i take HUMUNGOUS shits of flaming diaherria. They be all coll and stuff and clean that ish. the fuck shit up. LITERALLY. they get all up in that ass. LITERALLY.
Matthew Vuotto
Your scent lingers from where you skin slid so smoothly between my sheets, and I feel like everyone expects me to say something like this because it’s all I ever talk about… Thing is, I can’t exactly help it; how, after one night, were you able to make this bed feel empty, make these sheets feel irreparably cold, without you?
Sheets. Warm, and all I look forward to when going to bed. I think the most at night, and the sheets help me fall asleep so I don’t get carried away by my thoughts. they have batman one them, so technically I sleep with batman every night. which is awesome for a 15 year old girl. ha.
Sheets of paper. I’ve written all about this in my free 60 seconds before signing up. Then again, sheets reminds me of bed because that’s what I am covered during night. What else can I say?????
When we are infants, we have over 100 more bones than we do as an adult. Many of these new bones are made of cartilage. As we grow up, this cartilage shifts and hardens to form solid adult bones. Additionally, cartilage growth plates on the ends of our longer bones are what help our bones lengthen when we grow. Once they stop growing, nothing will make them grow again. They’re done. However, exercising as an adult can still help you look taller. It produces muscle mass and slims you down, which makes it easier to maintain the illusion that you’re taller than you really are. Read more…
She shivers under the sheets
Sweat seeps from forehead and feet
Defeated, deflated, deloused in the bed
Four poster prison of fever, chill, fever again
Watched, mopped and souped
Her mother brings on a whim, ring
or whimper the hot broth, the damp cloth
or plain pair of pupils, an iris eclipse,
set, timely and blinding.
“Mom, I wet the bed again.”
“That’s okay, honey. We’ll clean it up.”
“I did a poo too.”
“…That’s…okay too…”
“And I vomed everywhere.”
“…ew….”
She’s it. Yep. She’s the one. The one? Yeah, the one.
I have one. You don’t. I’m not sure what my one does. What would the one that you don’t have do, if you had it?
One more step over one more muddy puddle across one more littered street.
I’ve lost my one.
I love sheets. I love messing up the sheets with you. I love rolling around on them and kissing you like we’ve never kissed before. I love sheets.
sheets of paper. sheets of paper to write on. to write our ideas and our belives to record what we need to know. to remember. a piece of the past we hold. our past. our experience. the reason we are who are. sheets of paper in a diary
sheets are really cool. i use them to wipe my dirty asshole after i take HUMUNGOUS shits of flaming diaherria. They be all coll and stuff and clean that ish. the fuck shit up. LITERALLY. they get all up in that ass. LITERALLY.
Your scent lingers from where you skin slid so smoothly between my sheets, and I feel like everyone expects me to say something like this because it’s all I ever talk about… Thing is, I can’t exactly help it; how, after one night, were you able to make this bed feel empty, make these sheets feel irreparably cold, without you?
Sheets. Warm, and all I look forward to when going to bed. I think the most at night, and the sheets help me fall asleep so I don’t get carried away by my thoughts. they have batman one them, so technically I sleep with batman every night. which is awesome for a 15 year old girl. ha.
Sheets of paper. I’ve written all about this in my free 60 seconds before signing up. Then again, sheets reminds me of bed because that’s what I am covered during night. What else can I say?????