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Friends of Emox0xlove
| Math Makes Me Cry | April 13th, 2006 @ 12:00am |
| by lostchild | |
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Listening to: Alexa....[look.at.the.stars]
________ i was listening to music and i heard when you smoke ciggerrettes it makes you roll better so i did and this song started to play and i felt all good and i looked at the christmas lights and i could feel them flickering at me and touching me today _______ i went to arroyo verde with alexa and carolyn and veronica and we had a picnic and then hiked then went to the beack and then went to the pool...im so stoked that the pool was heated cause i like to swim...swimming = FUN yay fun fun fun hmm...i haVent seen andrew in a week that = SHIT but its ok casue he is coming down tomorrow and im really siked yay ok bye im leaving no wonder i dont like homework...you should hear alexa right now |
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| 154 hit(s) | (0 comments) | Rawr |
| Scottie Doesn't Know | August 13th, 2008 @ 3:51pm |
| by suicideromance | |
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Listening to: Scottie Doesn't Know - Lustra
Feeling: bubbly
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| 91 hit(s) | (3 comments) | .+.Hot.Damn.+. |
| [250].*.It's been a while, since I could, hold my head up high... | November 30th, 2008 @ 6:12pm |
| by pinkcandylips | |
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Listening to: mute
Feeling: aloof
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| 427 hit(s) | (2 comments) | COMMENT XO |
| competition | December 1st, 2005 @ 12:00am |
| by brokenxxinside | |
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Listening to: mandy reading me a note
Feeling: neurotic
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| 61 hit(s) | (3 comments) | smash my heart |
| November 18th, 2007 @ 12:00am | |
| by xfadedmemories | |
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For example, I'm not a nice little girl. I'm not an angel. I'm a vomited up mistake intended to get attention, but instead provided a mess, another responsibility happier lived without. It's important to know who and what you are and that is why I tell myself my mother never let me forget it. That is why I believe she was in the right. She never commented on my looks and it's what's on the inside that counts, or so we're taught. So I was taught. And what was inside me were organs and fluids-- Matter. I was a thing, a was this object that simply existed. Why, how, it didn't matter because no matter what the answer, I would still be here. Existing. And cruel as it may seem for her to push such views on me, to give me this cynical perception of life and love and just everything, I couldn't be more thankful. I couldn't look at my mother with anymore gratitude. I may sit on the street, grinning, laughing at things that no one finds funny or pretending what you want me to pretend. I may be this scum, this hidden secret, this violation of everything this objects have created, but I go to sleep light-hearted. I go to sleep without burden, without worry. I know that these people, they are exactly like me. They exist. Everything, absolutely everything is only here to exist and I am no different, no better, no worse than someone who exists for another reason by another method. Either way, we're still both here. My vanishing act, they say, is distasteful and old. They call me cliché and boring. They say I talk too little and write too much for someone without a mind of their own. Who are they to preach about a mind of their own? A mind, why would you want your own mind? Having a personality, individuality, the ability to process and think and make decisions and come to conclusions are exactly what breaks us apart from each other. It's what makes everything shred of existence completely and utterly alone. No matter how you voice, show it, spell it. No matter how you express, it's never quite what it is to you and in you and as you. And in that respect we are alone. And dependence becomes this liberator, this salvation from loneliness, from the reality because reality is not a happy thing. This addiction, this dependence binds us to something and suddenly, without this thing, without this substance or object or this piece of matter, we could not exist. And if not for those like us and us ourselves, this thing could not exist. Everyday we destroy the world and everyday we need it more. An abusive relationship seems the most honest if looking at life through this depressing vision. The clarity of being trapped, the freedom of having no way out is beautiful no matter what the outcome. You are free of worry. You are free of challenge, of threat, of anything that you may have to face, because now you only have to face it. Whatever it is. It's going to be there. That simplicity, that knowledge is a gift. And when we lay our heads down at night, we cry inside. The dark shrouds our bodies, our shells and the existence inside can finally reveal how tortured it is. No matter who are you, no matter how happy you are. You still exist. |
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| 140 hit(s) | (1 comments) | Cry For Me |
| False Pretense | October 15th, 2006 @ 12:00am |
| by rightfulwrong | |
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False pretense you'll hurt again Stop pretending to deny False pretense you'll hurt again Oh, it's time to let it go I can't seem to understand it how you turned out to be so cold You tried but were caught red handed, are you happy with your role? It's funny to me how you've turned into such a joke... It's sacrifice False pretense you'll hurt again Stop pretending to deny False pretense you'll hurt again So play the game until you run out And play the game into my hand |
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| 572 hit(s) | (2 comments) | Enter if you dare |
| heeey | November 6th, 2005 @ 12:00am |
| by pictureperfect | |
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Listening to: Blink 182
Feeling: abnormal
anywho, yeah im Barry. so umm... yeah im gonna go spend time with that food were cooking. im waiting for it all to be ready because... well fat bitches need to eat ;) |
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| 168 hit(s) | (17 comments) | fire at will |
| Olivia | 11.21.08 |
| by scott | |
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| 9426 hit(s) | (7 comments) | comment |
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