

Head There's something wrong with the way I see things. They are blurred and warped and it feels like I've been smashed in the head. I have such a bad headache, it makes my heart hurt. I want to be disconnected. My head hurt so much. I need a smoke; I need to destroy myself slowly, without it been too perceptible. God, it makes my head hurt. It was fine before; I can't remember getting hit in the head, why does it hurt so much? I'll take these pills, it says it will help. I hope this works.Head
There's something wrong with the way I hear things. It all sounds like it has a double meani


StoriesThe princess loved him, Loved him very much, And waited for him, For a very long time, He never did show,Stories
He never did love her,
And she was destroyed Wrecked and turned to runes
He thought it was beautiful, The tower he found,
With ivies on the wall, Roses on the path,
Sun shining through the windows, And fire eating it all up.


Mistaken CreditWhen I think of you, I think about curling into a tiny ball and crying away my mistakes. When I think about what we did, I think about scrubbing my skin so hard that it starts to peel off. When I think about what you know, I want to hide far, far away, because of the continuous fear that you will tell everyone.Mistaken Credit
What we had was not as wonderful as I once thought it was.
I look back and cant remember what was great, I do remember the drugs. The smoke that made me choke and cough and feel like Im floating, I thought that feeling was you. Now when Im around you I feel anxious and worried and sick to my


Love of the LovelessI dont think she realises The extent of her blows, The people she cripples, The minds she unfolds, Oh greatly he affects her, But not even halfLove of the Loveless
Of what he loves her Regrets her, And forever now woes her. She teases and flirts, Leads them on,
Leading I on, With stories and pleads, That we all thought, Were for our ears alone, But different stories, And views, For all she does tell, Never keeping a secrets, Theirs or her own. But the person she most fooled, Was the one she most hurt. It was him who thought


SpotlightI've had my share of confusion of the years but I will never understand how I kept myself from her how I didn't see the signs of my own affections for her clouded by ignorance and excusesSpotlight
love at first sigh has never seen such beauty as your blue-grey eyes cliché is a wonderful thing when honesty is present I could never lie to those blue eyes Those eyes I could get lost in Drown in until I suffocate
Next to you I melt under inequality Your lips hold more beauty as my whole essence I fear of paling in comparison if I stand next to you So I s
xo!
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an antique arms and armor expert
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If you can just shut up and say one amazing sentance once every ten years you will be a god - Ville Valo
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If you can just shut up and say one amazing sentance once every ten years you will be a god - Ville Valo
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If you can just shut up and say one amazing sentance once every ten years you will be a god - Ville Valo
my date went fantastic but I got caught not at the movies when I was supposed to be there. so I'm grounded but not like, majorly.
She didn't catch me on the date.
So don't text my phone, and also, if my mom calls and asks, you were with me last night <3
Please and thankyou I'm super sorry about this, but it would really help me out <3
I love you to bits,
Juliana <3
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Even though she doesn't believe in love, he's determined to call her bluff
Only problem is that I can't get on facebook at school.
If you remember my email, I can message you my password on here. I sent a message to Brandon day after, but I haven't been able to check.
Remember the girl you met over msn? That I'm friends with too?
Her name is my password <3
It would just be really helpful if you could check for me, if I can't get on todayy at lunch :]
Love you lots. I'll try to call you tonight,
Juliana
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Even though she doesn't believe in love, he's determined to call her bluff
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