Erm plus i ordered some new clothes off cyberdog so yay that's exciting too.
I did nothing this weekend, my boyfriend went to see trivium, i hate him
I'm bored
The End


What I NeededNicky said “You always want what you can’t have” And I guess it was true, think about it. Mr. Issues who’s too fucked up to walk out the door Mr. Popular the slag aargh what was I thinking Oh and the tard that only wanted to get in my pants I got them in the end Then I cried when they left me I yearned for a kind of unreal happiness that could never have been achieved with themWhat I Needed
Then I found him He seemed like nothing special, Of course he was, he was my best friend But nothing special in that way you know. And then suddenly it happened, We were more tha


My Living NightmareI awake to light streaming through my window. Not sunlight of course: we haven’t seen a glimpse of the Sun for ten years now. Only the light of the street lamps, same as usual, flickering to life at seven am. I get out of my bed, slide my overalls on, and leave my home. “You didn’t brush your teeth or have a wash?” I hear you ask. Well of course I didn’t, it’s 2070; we don’t bother with things like that anymore. It’s not like it matters how we look.My Living Nightmare
I get into work at 8:00: if people aren’t there, then you know they’ve been taken. I sit down at my desk and nod at the man opposite me, #197253. He’s not a bad chap, obviously I’ve n


Aftershave...I smelt your aftershave and thought me of you Dab it generously on you; I might have bit too. We were one and the same, just me and you.Aftershave...
Intoxicates my senses: the visions flow free Those which I tried to hide from, come back. Attack me. Closure be one such quality seeming me to lack.
These memories are occuring and so blurring All that which I thought of me to be: not free. Leave me. Thought I that you had gone forever out my mind.
Now all I be begging of you is to decree me I will do as your wishes, if you would help me. Free  


Once In Every Life Ch. 1Chapter 1Once In Every Life Ch. 1
From the beginning Tori Linde and Josh Kinsley were known as the Dynamic Duo. You never saw one without the other. Their mothers were room mates in college and were best friends ever since. They both got married in June and both got pregnant in July. And they both had Josh and Tori within a week of each other. The two children were together constantly and always seemed to know what the other was thinking. As they got a bit older, they helped each other through every hardship a 5 year old has to take on. At 13 they even shared a birthday trip to LA, a total opposite of the sleepy town of Inman, So


moon dancerShe died. She died on a white rock-like thing. She died on a white rock-like thing called the moon. The moon beyond cosmic reality. Yes, that moon.moon dancer
Before she died, she lived. She lived. She was so much like the rock-like thing that she lived on. Both were so white and glowing, white and glowing to the point of camera flash blindness. Both were so distant from the world, always cowering. And both were rock hard.
No one could reach her.
She wasn’t always deviant. She was once a simple, plain, common girl. She was. She did not know how to glow in ivory iridescence, nor did she know how to cower in a corner
Sick_Of_It_All
by ~MAiS2
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with my hands on my mind i hold wounds that won't mend
with my eyes opened wide i can see it's the end...
tangled in my imperfections
on the way down
fadeaway....
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with my hands on my mind i hold wounds that won't mend
with my eyes opened wide i can see it's the end...
tangled in my imperfections
on the way down
fadeaway....
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Nikon D700
Nikon AF-S Nikkor 24-120mm 1:3.5-5.6 G VR
Nikon AF Nikkor 50mm 1:1.8 D
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with my hands on my mind i hold wounds that won't mend
with my eyes opened wide i can see it's the end...
tangled in my imperfections
on the way down
fadeaway....
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I'm not playing with myself, I'm just adjusting my jewelry
If there are no stupid questions, then what kind of questions do stupid people ask? Do they get smart just in time to ask questions?
~Scott Adams
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with my hands on my mind i hold wounds that won't mend
with my eyes opened wide i can see it's the end...
tangled in my imperfections
on the way down
fadeaway....
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maybe there is an umbrella somewhere... i could fly with it. fly and be protected from your breath...
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with my hands on my mind i hold wounds that won't mend
with my eyes opened wide i can see it's the end...
tangled in my imperfections
on the way down
fadeaway....
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