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If it's electric guitar versus piano, piano no contest. If it's not an electric guitar, then still piano, but they're much closer. Cello is the best, though. So pretty!

Torrents outside, lightning strikes with wild abandon, failing to scare me from my path. thunder rumbles in desperation, scolding me for my defiance. torrential rain pounds on my window, begging ...

Writing Isn’t Romantic Once I dreamed of writing a novel, of hunching over the keyboard past midnight driven by demons called characters. And when I finished I would edit and ...

Um, yes? If you take a gulp and it goes down the wrong way into your stomach.

*enters warily* Hey.

Change Spring brings variety to the land. Blooming flowers sprinkle life across a slowly-greening field, I have to be careful not to step in the mud, but no risk, no ...

The Great Outdoors I lay on my backyard hammock, and slowly rock back and forth, pondering the meaning of life. (and other deep questions.) I can faintly hear shouts and ...

We’re All Just Dirty Dishes Sometimes, life is like dirty dishes being hand-washed. Each of us is scrubbed roughly, but the warm water feels good and after we are gently ...

I am a stick. I am a stick. I am a stick. I am a stick. I am a stick. I am a stick. I am a stick. (repeat about ...

please let me hurt my teacher laughed at me one day when i complained about the workload, told me to be grateful i wasn’t a starving kid in Africa. and ...

It kind of depends which part of the picture I'm looking at. I tend to see it as up, but it keeps changing on me!

@JKHatt The only reason they were tired of the cold was because of the freak snowstorm that Elsa's powers brought for a day or so when she ran away. Before ...

Secret Society Will you join my secret society? It’s easy. All you have to do is try. Just say the words and you will always find a friend somewhere, always ...

Hiding in Nature I went down to the creek today, dangled my legs over the edge of the bridge and watched swollen stream trickle ever downward. The trees were just ...

Comfort we fought over my new comforter today. it wasn’t really a fight, but i felt just the same afterward – ashamed. you took my old, careworn love, and dumped ...