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Friday, June 26, 2015. Sunday, April 26, 2015. I saw you at 8 AM today, and thank heaven for that. Thank heaven for henna pens. Thank heaven for rocket ships, and planets, and fake tattoos. Thank heaven for clean fridges. Saturday, April 25, 2015.
Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same. Sunday, July 12, 2015. This chapter in my life is over. Two horrible, beautiful years. To be honest, it ended a year ago. I was still in love with the words. I was still in love with him. Well i guess i still am. Because they are no longer mine.
I tried to be like Grace Kelly but all her looks were too sad. Tuesday, March 11, 2014. Death has always been a metaphor for broken hearts and dirty dishes. But the truth is I am terrified of dying, maybe because a week ago death was all too real for me. But it all started the night of February 27.
Wednesday, July 9, 2014. Just now have I figured out what old people mean when they say getting old sucks. I had an appointment with adulthood today and it was a definite disappointment. Everyone there was mean and not helpful.
Thursday, July 10, 2014. more beautiful and powerful than they would be without the constant storm. Four square with the schellenberg girls. Gelato trampoline zoolander kind of nights. When I get to sleep. When I get to have a calm meal.
I Gave Her My Heart, She Gave Me A Pen. Saturday, November 8, 2014. Board shorts and flip flops. Memories of board shorts and flip flops. Snow cones and hikes in the mountains. Early morning bike rides and late night walks in the park. Waking up to the sunrise and falling asleep under the stars. Movie marathons and days at lagoon.
Monday, March 16, 2015. How can you say you still love me or even loved me at all. You never really seemed to care. Your words mean nothing and your actions are shit. Despite how long and hard I tried to keep you in it, cant you see that you cant be in my life anymore? I had so much love to give and wasted it on you. I close my eyes as I hold my pillow tight, I finally fall asleep and get a break from the all the thoughts of you. Thursday, January 1, 2015. Why cant you try harder? .
Friday, January 10, 2014. I decided I have an analogy for the analogy of Paris. Anthems for a Seventeen Year-Old Girl. Big, fat, lone, respected, -Bull Bencher. Sky,000,000,000,000. I go up with the smoke.
Wednesday, October 30, 2013. Two Minutes and Five Seconds. This is basically my life right now. The Princess and the Pluviophile.
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Tuesday, February 10, 2015. A post for Pretty Girls. Lungs tight, ears ringing, throat burning, Im drowning. Drowning from the tears of the one who despises me the most. Drowning because I did it, I finally did it. I told her something Ive been choking back since the 10th grade, something Ive only ever told 2 people. I cried and cried and cried and expected her to do the same. But she wasnt surprised, not one bit. She wasnt shocked or concerned or confused. She told me I was pretty. Go see it.CONTENT
This web page devastateddaisy.blogspot.com states the following, "Tuesday, February 10, 2015." We saw that the webpage said " A post for Pretty Girls." It also said " Lungs tight, ears ringing, throat burning, Im drowning. Drowning from the tears of the one who despises me the most. Drowning because I did it, I finally did it. I told her something Ive been choking back since the 10th grade, something Ive only ever told 2 people. I cried and cried and cried and expected her to do the same. But she wasnt surprised, not one bit. She wasnt shocked or concerned or confused. She told me I was pretty."SEEK SIMILAR DOMAINS
Monday, July 21, 2014. I wish I was in a greenhouse instead of writing lines. Laughing with you was always real. Genuine, ever second of it. I laugh now and my face hurts. My cheeks ache and I know it was never. I honestly miss being able to laugh so obnoxiously. Maybe even before I did. The neighbors probably knew it from the start. It was then as I watch.
Did you hear that? Many people have their own opinions of ghosts, spirits, and hauntings. Some even have their own stories to tell. What I found concerning ghosts was about ghosts and mirrors. Some of theses supersistions are. Never look into a mirror by candlelight, it may show you a very haunted version of your home. If you stare into a mirror between two tall white candles you might see the spirit of a loved one who has passed away. And their soul is stuck in your mirror. I think these are ridiculous,.
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