Wisdom of the day, there isn't really a point to arguing with your parents because they never let or rarly let you have your way.
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OBEY THE SNUGGLE PUPPY!!!
Steven Straite
Out of My Head and Into Your Hands
Tis Gir
OBEY THE SNUGGLE PUPPY!!!
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About Me
- Wolf
- THERE'S NOT MUCH THAT YOU REALLY NEED TO KNOW. I'M JUST A GIRL WHO WANTS TO BE HEARD AND WANTS TO KNOW WHAT PEOPLE THINK OF ME EVEN IF I DON'T ALWAYS CARE.
Nate Sallie...Breaking Through (good song by him by the way)
Sayings And Such
If you don't think anybody cares about you, then care about yourself. That way, atleast one person always cares.
A day without sunshine is like a day of night...a night without stars is like eternal darkness coming to devour us all.
Love yourself...that way you'll always feel loved...
Time is an illusion, and there are only a few who can see that, but they don't have enought time to talk right now.
A day without sunshine is like a day of night...a night without stars is like eternal darkness coming to devour us all.
Love yourself...that way you'll always feel loved...
Time is an illusion, and there are only a few who can see that, but they don't have enought time to talk right now.
He Could Be Cute or Scary....hmmm
A Poem...
Look upon my face and tell me you don't love me.
Tell me it can never be, and has never been.
That I am nothing to you and what has been has been.
If I weep, do not comfort me.
Instead turn and look away.
After all, I am nothing to you, didn't you just say?
No memories of love, just hate and pain.
That's all you remember, isn't it?
The pain of that last day.
But I am now nothing to you, so don't waste your breath with
speech.
Turn and walk away, for the pain will eventually go away.
I know the idea may be hard to bear, but it will...
Trust me if you dare.
So forget of me and be sad no more.
Just turn away and walk out the door.
If you are reading this, and the you I am talking about would know who they are if they do read this...well, I just want to say that I am sorry that things happened the way that they did...but things were still said by you whether on purpose or not that really hurt me...
I just hope that eventually we may be able to work things out...
-A.
Tell me it can never be, and has never been.
That I am nothing to you and what has been has been.
If I weep, do not comfort me.
Instead turn and look away.
After all, I am nothing to you, didn't you just say?
No memories of love, just hate and pain.
That's all you remember, isn't it?
The pain of that last day.
But I am now nothing to you, so don't waste your breath with
speech.
Turn and walk away, for the pain will eventually go away.
I know the idea may be hard to bear, but it will...
Trust me if you dare.
So forget of me and be sad no more.
Just turn away and walk out the door.
If you are reading this, and the you I am talking about would know who they are if they do read this...well, I just want to say that I am sorry that things happened the way that they did...but things were still said by you whether on purpose or not that really hurt me...
I just hope that eventually we may be able to work things out...
-A.
Love This Guy
Steven Straite
Story Time... "My Vampire" By: Me
Sorry guys, this ones for the girls...
He lays next to me deathly still. The touch of his smooth skin against mine is like ice as he moves to lock his muscular arms around me. They are like vice grips, only gentler. The slow, rhythmic patter of his breathing is like a lullaby as his sweet, cool breath washes over me. Hunter. The Vampire. My Vampire. My strong, sweet, romantic, charming, persuasive, everything-a-girl-could-want-in-a-man, fun loving Vampire. Hunter was the world to me. And he still is. He always will be.
As Hunter turnes slightly to get a better grasp on me, I feel his lips against the back of my neck as he mumbles something in my ear.
"You smell good." His enchanting voice whispers to me from within the cloak of darkness that blankets our room. As I turn to face him, he catches my face in his hands. Moving closer, he presses his perfect lips against mine as he slowly, but steadily, precieds to kiss me. Again and again his lips lock with mine.
As my heart pounds restlesly in my chest, Hunter pauses to smile and laugh childishly at me. His melodic laughter soon fills the room. Leaning closer still, he tenderly presses his icy lips against the base of my neck.
The room is still, all except for my pounding, untameble heart and uncontrolable breathing. Kissing me one last time, Hunter smiles at me sheepishly as he lays back down, beckoning me to come closer. Laying down next to him, I place my head against his rock hard chest. Closing my eyes I listen as I hear Hunter start to sing that oh-so-familiar lullaby that gets me every time. And as soon as I think I've finally eluded sleep, it catches up with me, claimming me and my consious mind. Leaving whats left to wander until morning comes. Then everything goes black.
He lays next to me deathly still. The touch of his smooth skin against mine is like ice as he moves to lock his muscular arms around me. They are like vice grips, only gentler. The slow, rhythmic patter of his breathing is like a lullaby as his sweet, cool breath washes over me. Hunter. The Vampire. My Vampire. My strong, sweet, romantic, charming, persuasive, everything-a-girl-could-want-in-a-man, fun loving Vampire. Hunter was the world to me. And he still is. He always will be.
As Hunter turnes slightly to get a better grasp on me, I feel his lips against the back of my neck as he mumbles something in my ear.
"You smell good." His enchanting voice whispers to me from within the cloak of darkness that blankets our room. As I turn to face him, he catches my face in his hands. Moving closer, he presses his perfect lips against mine as he slowly, but steadily, precieds to kiss me. Again and again his lips lock with mine.
As my heart pounds restlesly in my chest, Hunter pauses to smile and laugh childishly at me. His melodic laughter soon fills the room. Leaning closer still, he tenderly presses his icy lips against the base of my neck.
The room is still, all except for my pounding, untameble heart and uncontrolable breathing. Kissing me one last time, Hunter smiles at me sheepishly as he lays back down, beckoning me to come closer. Laying down next to him, I place my head against his rock hard chest. Closing my eyes I listen as I hear Hunter start to sing that oh-so-familiar lullaby that gets me every time. And as soon as I think I've finally eluded sleep, it catches up with me, claimming me and my consious mind. Leaving whats left to wander until morning comes. Then everything goes black.