PhantomInsomnia
- First stanza of a poem I made for English
I walk along the path, vines following my steps. They grip my feet, climb my calves, begging me to stay but I cannot. I have cities to see, people to please. My theatrics must be shared.
Timothy
- Glove80 Part 2
It's been almost 3 months now with the Glove80 and just like the name suggests, it fits like a glove. I learned that the staggered layout of a regular keyboard comes from the days of the typewriter. They had it staggered so that the metal bars don't hit each other when typing. But for some reason we just kept it when we moved to actual keyboards and never bothered to redesign it. If you spend multiple hours a day on the keyboard, I suggest you try out any split keyboard!
Steps
- Crumbling
How do I continue to take steps in this shaky world? Where the ground threatens to crumble at each step I take, where everything feels just out of reach. How do I not crumble with it?
Jennette McCurdy
- I'm Glad My Mom Died
It's strange how we always give big news to loved ones in a coma, as if a coma is just a thing that happens from a lack of something to be excited about in your life.
Optimus Prime
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Hannah
- Who Are You?
I wonder who the individuals are that are on this website. Are they people who are learning to type or those wanting to get better with practice? As for me, I'm bored at work and trying to pass the time until I get to go home.
Malala Yousafzai
- 16th Birthday Speech at the United Nations
Dear Friends, on the 9th of October 2012, the Taliban shot me on the left side of my forehead. They shot my friends too. They thought that the bullets would silence us. But they failed. And then, out of that silence came, thousands of voices. The terrorists thought that they would change our aims and stop our ambitions but nothing changed in my life except this: Weakness, fear and hopelessness died. Strength, power and courage was born. I am the same Malala.
SamRio
- My Marriage is Like My House 2.0
Remember when I said my house was like my marriage? Well, I put my house up for sale. No one seems to be interested and think it's listed too high. They don't like the floor plan and they wish there was another bathroom. No one seems to like it the way I thought they would. Is this how people view my marriage? I assumed people thought we had the perfect marriage and always congratulated us on anniversaries, but maybe just like my house, no one really likes it.
Myself.
- Stuck
One of the worst feelings one could experience in life is the feeling of not making progress. Even worse than running out of time is that time having been wasted without any significant impact on your life. It's not that I'm doing things that are seen as unproductive, but that I'm not even having fun doing them. Time you enjoy wasting is not wasted, but I seem to not be able to even achieve that. I'm just existing without enjoying my time or hating it, just apathetic. It is a hellish fate.
Marcel Proust
- Proust on Chardin
Like ordinary objects, everyday faces have a charm of their own. It is pleasant to see a mother examining her daughter's woolwork, the experienced eyes of the one - knowledgeable, assessing, foreseeing - and the artless eyes of the other. The wrist and the hand are no less revealing and to the sight of a discriminating onlooker even a little finger has a great deal of interpretive ability, and performs its character part with delightful truth.
Henri Poincaré
- Pathological Functions
Formerly, when a new function was invented, it was in view of some practical end. Today they are invented to show our ancestors' reasonings at fault, and we shall never get anything more than that out of them.
Julia Quinn
- Lady Whistledown
All is fair in love and war, but some battles leave no victor, only a trail of broken hearts that make us wonder if the price we pay is ever worth the fight.
Ellie
- We're Falling Apart
Visits bring us closer, but the pain is never far, because every kiss and every whisper show the cracks in my heart. Three months feel like forever, and the nights are cold and dark. When I see you, it's like heaven, but we're falling apart. Every goodbye is a promise of return, but each farewell leaves a deeper burn. No distance too far, no time too long, but here we are, struggling to stay strong.
GokartCid01
- Ticket support test
Hello, Thank you for opening a ticket. How may I assist you? If you don't need assistance or accidently opened this ticket, tell me now and I will close it.
Twenty One Pilots
- Paladin Strait
Here's my chance, time to take it. Can't be sure that I'll make it, even though I'm past the point of no return. I'm all in, I'm surrounded. Put my money where my mouth is, even though I'm past the point of no return.
Uncle Iroh
- Destiny is a Funny Thing
Destiny is a funny thing. You never know how things are going to work out. But if you keep an open mind and an open heart, I promise you will find your own destiny someday.
Uncle Iroh
- Sage Advice
Even in the material world, you will find that if you look for the light, you can often find it. But if you look for the dark, that is all you will ever see.
Anonymous
- Growing Pains
I think it's funny thinking about how scared I was to leave college. At the time that was the best years of my life. Then, I graduated, got a job, and moved in with three other dudes. I could not imagine ever leaving that time of my life. However, I got engaged to the love of my life but I was scared thinking about how I would have to move in with a girl. When you are scared about maturing and growing up, just know each new stage of life is actually amazing if you have the right mindset.
celinerial
- The 20th
The 20th of the month. Everything surrounding you feels different. The grass is greener, the breeze is whispering sweet words, and the sunset is more vibrant than ever. What is it? You can smell it. Love is in the air.
Nicholas
- Forever Bored
Forever bored I am, forever bored we are, forever bored and tired. This boredom comes hand delivered, by being stuck at work. Being trapped in a prison cell of computer screens and ringing phones. A prison that you return to each day, willingly surrendering to this misery in an attempt to survive the world you so eagerly wish to rejoin.
