The storage container in my room is way too small too actually store anything. It’s amazing to me how some storage containers are made to store exactly what? You can’t put things ou need to store in there so what is it’s purpose? a junk collector pretty much.
Anonymous
I can’t store all of this
forever… its a long time
a place to put it all
would be nice
i can’t store this all
i don’t have the means
laura
I stored the bodies in a watertight garbage bag before throwing them into the river. the sense that they would live on for another person to find gave me a slight sense of satisfaction. That a trophy of my work would live on well after my rapidly approaching death
Jack, jackroxdaworld@hotmail.com
It was getting harder to breath. Cold crept in like worms. Sliding down his throat,neck,back. He wondered how he could have possibly got himself locked in that damn ice box. He then remembered that his co-workers are horrible hateful people, who can’t stand to see anyone but themselves succeed so when he went in to get some stock they shut and locked the damn door.
Dizzy Phantasm
i look back into my storage closet every now and then. it reminds me of times past, but only the strong emotions, happy, sad, angry. The in-betweens escape me.
Jill
I like to store things in many different cubes – plastic cubes for big things, tiny box cubes for my earrings, and tinier little dust cubes that must store something – maybe other pieces of dust. Somehow I wonder when all this storage adds up how many things I must have tucked away on my floor, on the shelves, in my closets…and everywhere. In every little cube and sphere and prism there are little pieces of air I’ve stored and tucked away.
Shivani
4 years after graduate school, i had kept everything i owned in storage in said university town.
$50 / mo. seemed good at the time.
on a whim, post grad school, had moved to colorado ski town with my cat and computer.
had no idea i’d be hoarding old shiz for so long.
finally was working for non-profit.
5 years in…
finally could afford to get my stuff out o storage… had it shipped to said ski town.
gave ALL AWAY to kidz served by non-profit.
moved everything out here and gave everything away.
that’s storage to me.
pea
storage. a place to put things, to keep there and never take out again… like a heart filled with memories. storage. they cant be lost.
B
qurath
Anonymous
In the bottom of the house holds a dead rat my killed last week. I swear I’ll get around to cleaning it up but the sick sweet smell of death is abiding. So, I will store it there a while longer
mollyq
my mother created a different room all together to keep grains in the storage
saki
i remember all those hot and hard earned nights we used to rehearse in storage units all over florida. everything seemed simpler then. how is it so hard now?
rob in real life.
What? why the FuCk can i write about storages Eh?
there aint anything interesting i could ever write about FUCKING storages.. Ha, The only thing you can do there is have sex in ssummer when nobodys looking… stupid
voz
i had a horrible experience at public storage in los angeles (beverly district) two years ago. A man imparted wise, invaluable knowledge to me; you ever get a unit near a window or the elevator, you’re totally fucked.
z
I often use storage to contain my many useless items. Since I own so many useless things i tend to need alot of storage. I have never owned a storage unit but I do know that if you fail to pay your bills they have the right to auction off your property.
CeeJ
storage. we store everything all of this useless information that will never actually mean anything to us by the time we die. i want to store expiriences into my brain i dont want to store numbers and facts. i want my brain to be full of things that fill me with happiness which gives me wisdom. not facts that give me knowledge.
bri
Memories and the unyielding sentiment of days long gone by. We store and rid and store again. Loop after loop, crammed to the furthest corners. Is storage nothing but baggage? Or does it all serve some profound purpose in our lives? To toss or to cherish. Regret neither, for the decision is made.
FINCH
this was where i kept it all, photographs, dead flowers, letters, the usual crap. that day i decided to throw it out, one by one send the letters back to those lovers, bury the flowers and look outside the window. it was time to let it all go, be free as the sky. i was going to do it this time, and i wasn’t looking back.
day-breaking.tumblr.com (jacob)
As a kid, i would always like to save that button from my favourite dress which came out, or that shell i found near the river we went for a picnic to, granny’s old handbag, mom’s broken bangle, dad’s finest pen and a lot of other things which filled my treasure trunk.
WOnder how estranged you grwo as you get old, coz now I have forgotten to keep things that matter kinda close to my heart. I think I need to look for my treasure trunk back and need to store all the memories, friends and loved ones in it. :)
foxie lady
a place used to put something. the color tan, ikea embodies this word nicely. megan mathees is a babe, my girlfriend is a psycho, i want to store some slaps on her face.
duncan
I dug through storage looking for it. Under a dusty stack of worn cardboard boxes, I found the black chest that once belonged to my father. Inside, I knew I’d find what I needed to survive.
Ann (of Shadows in Mind)
there was a storage closet in the back of her office. Some days she would just go there and break down. She didn’t know why but it helped her unwind after a tough day. No one ever knew what she was doing back there for about 3 minutes a day every day. Was her job too stressful? Maybe…. but it was probably just repressed feelings from a past expierience.
nicole
My heart is a storage box. Full of boxes and boxes of emotions. Dusty papers filled with secrets written down on them. In the corners lay spider webs. Memories stored forever. In my heart.
asia
My heart is a storage box. Full of boxes and boxes of emotions. Dusty papers filled with secrets written down on them. In the corners lay spider webs. Memories stored forever. In my heart.
asia
storage space…a lot to put in…but first a lot has to be cleared out. organizing the storage space is quite necessary isnt it? but quite tricky too…will i be able to clear my storage?
HS
Everything is the box held a memory that made her smile. Toys and trinkets became more that merely dusty artifacts and the bottom of a wooden box, but rather little time machines, bringing her back to way back when.
Cyndy
the storage of particular items requires forthought and careful planning. For if you do not store the items corretly the police may discover what you have done. I recommend finding a situation in which this never happens
Trak
courage
Cyndy
The storage space seemed crammed with unused things. Where do i stash this loot?
I would have to throw some of the useless things out. Useless now. They had some use, some value at some point of time. Now – it is just plain old junk.
sowm
Storage. That’s right, I’m writing again. Because technically today is the 28th, but “storage” is the word for the 27th. I got lucky. So let’s talk about storage. Storage in the form of actual objects. Not space. Mind space. My room is a cluster fuck. It isn’t messy, but I would love to rearrange it and put a desk in here. But I have no room. I could always put shit in the attic, but I’ll miss it too much. I’m such a pack rat. And that’s a bad habit if there isn’t enough storage space.
Rex!
i have too many things in my life that have built up and i have nowhere to put them. i mean both literally and metaphorically. i’m sick of all of it. i’m done with it. i need a break. i need to breathe and start over. how? how? that’s a large problem within itself. but the best thing to do is breathe i don’t want to live like this for the rest of my life.
jackie
i have to keep my stuff from college in a storage place when i go home. its a pain, cause i have to decide what to keep at school and what to take home. its ridiculous. its expensive too. and when you go home and get used to ur stuff from home, you have to go back to school, and get your school bedding, which smells musty now, and then you have to get used to that again. insane
Evan Peskin
Storage. I wish my brain would store much more information than it does, without forgetting. Because instead of my brain remembering to do my Oneword today, before midnight tonight, it decided to be horny. Causing me to lose concentration, but in turn, I had an orgasm. I guess it was worth it, but I’m going to be jealous if I hit yesterday’s word and it’s something awesome. Fucking space. I mean storage.
Rex!
storage? storage? idk, i never put anything into storage..well except for all my old stuffed animals. yeah, i miss the days of those. theyre all in my closet, when i open the door they just stare at me.. haha i don’t need storage.
ace
I have all this storage, in my head, in my heart.
I don’t know what’s meaningful anymore. The idea, the panicked idea of getting rid of it, of confronting these things I store, causes abject terror.
I’m locked away under my own storage.
Tyler
heart. our biggest storage room. I feel like I don’t know whether or not it’s a good thing to have a big storage space there anymore. It just gives us too much stuff to get upset over. If we can just decrease it in size, how much easier would life be?
celia
She took her old friend Jillian out of cold storage and looked her over. She was curious to see how this exiled comrade had fared during these years apart. The fabric of this once intimate friendship seemed out of date, almost childlike in simplicity and cut. Still, in the unfolding was a comforting softness, the smell of memory and affection stitched deftly into the darts and seams.
Linda
Storage , I haven’t really ever had storage because I’m to young to put anything valuable inside of storage. I suppose now that I think about it, it’s a good investment. Well times up
Monica
“Put it in storage!” As if I haven’t heard that a thousand times. As if that can solve all your problems. I wish I could put everything in storage. Only keep the good stuff and ignore all the crap for the rest of my life. (Let’s face it, that’s what it’s for: to ignore. Not to help you move to a new house or whatever.) Unfortunately, life doesn’t work that way most of the time, now does it?
Rebekah Rae
i was in a dark room, the storage room actually. a dark figure arose from the midst of the room, “hello?” i reply, no answer. the storage room, seemingly getting smaller and smaller… i could feel my heart’s rate rise and my breathing getting heavier. was this a trick of the eye? or is someone in th storage room…
The storage container in my room is way too small too actually store anything. It’s amazing to me how some storage containers are made to store exactly what? You can’t put things ou need to store in there so what is it’s purpose? a junk collector pretty much.
I can’t store all of this
forever… its a long time
a place to put it all
would be nice
i can’t store this all
i don’t have the means
I stored the bodies in a watertight garbage bag before throwing them into the river. the sense that they would live on for another person to find gave me a slight sense of satisfaction. That a trophy of my work would live on well after my rapidly approaching death
It was getting harder to breath. Cold crept in like worms. Sliding down his throat,neck,back. He wondered how he could have possibly got himself locked in that damn ice box. He then remembered that his co-workers are horrible hateful people, who can’t stand to see anyone but themselves succeed so when he went in to get some stock they shut and locked the damn door.
i look back into my storage closet every now and then. it reminds me of times past, but only the strong emotions, happy, sad, angry. The in-betweens escape me.
I like to store things in many different cubes – plastic cubes for big things, tiny box cubes for my earrings, and tinier little dust cubes that must store something – maybe other pieces of dust. Somehow I wonder when all this storage adds up how many things I must have tucked away on my floor, on the shelves, in my closets…and everywhere. In every little cube and sphere and prism there are little pieces of air I’ve stored and tucked away.
4 years after graduate school, i had kept everything i owned in storage in said university town.
$50 / mo. seemed good at the time.
on a whim, post grad school, had moved to colorado ski town with my cat and computer.
had no idea i’d be hoarding old shiz for so long.
finally was working for non-profit.
5 years in…
finally could afford to get my stuff out o storage… had it shipped to said ski town.
gave ALL AWAY to kidz served by non-profit.
moved everything out here and gave everything away.
that’s storage to me.
storage. a place to put things, to keep there and never take out again… like a heart filled with memories. storage. they cant be lost.
qurath
In the bottom of the house holds a dead rat my killed last week. I swear I’ll get around to cleaning it up but the sick sweet smell of death is abiding. So, I will store it there a while longer
my mother created a different room all together to keep grains in the storage
i remember all those hot and hard earned nights we used to rehearse in storage units all over florida. everything seemed simpler then. how is it so hard now?
What? why the FuCk can i write about storages Eh?
there aint anything interesting i could ever write about FUCKING storages.. Ha, The only thing you can do there is have sex in ssummer when nobodys looking… stupid
i had a horrible experience at public storage in los angeles (beverly district) two years ago. A man imparted wise, invaluable knowledge to me; you ever get a unit near a window or the elevator, you’re totally fucked.
I often use storage to contain my many useless items. Since I own so many useless things i tend to need alot of storage. I have never owned a storage unit but I do know that if you fail to pay your bills they have the right to auction off your property.
storage. we store everything all of this useless information that will never actually mean anything to us by the time we die. i want to store expiriences into my brain i dont want to store numbers and facts. i want my brain to be full of things that fill me with happiness which gives me wisdom. not facts that give me knowledge.
Memories and the unyielding sentiment of days long gone by. We store and rid and store again. Loop after loop, crammed to the furthest corners. Is storage nothing but baggage? Or does it all serve some profound purpose in our lives? To toss or to cherish. Regret neither, for the decision is made.
this was where i kept it all, photographs, dead flowers, letters, the usual crap. that day i decided to throw it out, one by one send the letters back to those lovers, bury the flowers and look outside the window. it was time to let it all go, be free as the sky. i was going to do it this time, and i wasn’t looking back.
As a kid, i would always like to save that button from my favourite dress which came out, or that shell i found near the river we went for a picnic to, granny’s old handbag, mom’s broken bangle, dad’s finest pen and a lot of other things which filled my treasure trunk.
WOnder how estranged you grwo as you get old, coz now I have forgotten to keep things that matter kinda close to my heart. I think I need to look for my treasure trunk back and need to store all the memories, friends and loved ones in it. :)
a place used to put something. the color tan, ikea embodies this word nicely. megan mathees is a babe, my girlfriend is a psycho, i want to store some slaps on her face.
I dug through storage looking for it. Under a dusty stack of worn cardboard boxes, I found the black chest that once belonged to my father. Inside, I knew I’d find what I needed to survive.
there was a storage closet in the back of her office. Some days she would just go there and break down. She didn’t know why but it helped her unwind after a tough day. No one ever knew what she was doing back there for about 3 minutes a day every day. Was her job too stressful? Maybe…. but it was probably just repressed feelings from a past expierience.
My heart is a storage box. Full of boxes and boxes of emotions. Dusty papers filled with secrets written down on them. In the corners lay spider webs. Memories stored forever. In my heart.
My heart is a storage box. Full of boxes and boxes of emotions. Dusty papers filled with secrets written down on them. In the corners lay spider webs. Memories stored forever. In my heart.
storage space…a lot to put in…but first a lot has to be cleared out. organizing the storage space is quite necessary isnt it? but quite tricky too…will i be able to clear my storage?
Everything is the box held a memory that made her smile. Toys and trinkets became more that merely dusty artifacts and the bottom of a wooden box, but rather little time machines, bringing her back to way back when.
the storage of particular items requires forthought and careful planning. For if you do not store the items corretly the police may discover what you have done. I recommend finding a situation in which this never happens
courage
The storage space seemed crammed with unused things. Where do i stash this loot?
I would have to throw some of the useless things out. Useless now. They had some use, some value at some point of time. Now – it is just plain old junk.
Storage. That’s right, I’m writing again. Because technically today is the 28th, but “storage” is the word for the 27th. I got lucky. So let’s talk about storage. Storage in the form of actual objects. Not space. Mind space. My room is a cluster fuck. It isn’t messy, but I would love to rearrange it and put a desk in here. But I have no room. I could always put shit in the attic, but I’ll miss it too much. I’m such a pack rat. And that’s a bad habit if there isn’t enough storage space.
i have too many things in my life that have built up and i have nowhere to put them. i mean both literally and metaphorically. i’m sick of all of it. i’m done with it. i need a break. i need to breathe and start over. how? how? that’s a large problem within itself. but the best thing to do is breathe i don’t want to live like this for the rest of my life.
i have to keep my stuff from college in a storage place when i go home. its a pain, cause i have to decide what to keep at school and what to take home. its ridiculous. its expensive too. and when you go home and get used to ur stuff from home, you have to go back to school, and get your school bedding, which smells musty now, and then you have to get used to that again. insane
Storage. I wish my brain would store much more information than it does, without forgetting. Because instead of my brain remembering to do my Oneword today, before midnight tonight, it decided to be horny. Causing me to lose concentration, but in turn, I had an orgasm. I guess it was worth it, but I’m going to be jealous if I hit yesterday’s word and it’s something awesome. Fucking space. I mean storage.
storage? storage? idk, i never put anything into storage..well except for all my old stuffed animals. yeah, i miss the days of those. theyre all in my closet, when i open the door they just stare at me.. haha i don’t need storage.
I have all this storage, in my head, in my heart.
I don’t know what’s meaningful anymore. The idea, the panicked idea of getting rid of it, of confronting these things I store, causes abject terror.
I’m locked away under my own storage.
heart. our biggest storage room. I feel like I don’t know whether or not it’s a good thing to have a big storage space there anymore. It just gives us too much stuff to get upset over. If we can just decrease it in size, how much easier would life be?
She took her old friend Jillian out of cold storage and looked her over. She was curious to see how this exiled comrade had fared during these years apart. The fabric of this once intimate friendship seemed out of date, almost childlike in simplicity and cut. Still, in the unfolding was a comforting softness, the smell of memory and affection stitched deftly into the darts and seams.
Storage , I haven’t really ever had storage because I’m to young to put anything valuable inside of storage. I suppose now that I think about it, it’s a good investment. Well times up
“Put it in storage!” As if I haven’t heard that a thousand times. As if that can solve all your problems. I wish I could put everything in storage. Only keep the good stuff and ignore all the crap for the rest of my life. (Let’s face it, that’s what it’s for: to ignore. Not to help you move to a new house or whatever.) Unfortunately, life doesn’t work that way most of the time, now does it?
i was in a dark room, the storage room actually. a dark figure arose from the midst of the room, “hello?” i reply, no answer. the storage room, seemingly getting smaller and smaller… i could feel my heart’s rate rise and my breathing getting heavier. was this a trick of the eye? or is someone in th storage room…