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Stealing stuff for phunStolen stuff from eulpie
Will mark with a X what's true lel
I am a cuddler. X
I am a morning person.
I am an only child.
I am currently in my pajamas. X
I am currently pregnant.
I am left handed.
I am a little shy around the opposite gender at first. X
I bite my nails.
I can be paranoid at times. X
I enjoy country music. X
I enjoy smoothies. X
I enjoy talking on the phone.
I have a car.
I have/had a hard time paying attention at school. X
I have a hidden talent.
I have a pet/pets. X
I have a tendency to fall for the “wrong” guy/girl. X
I have all my grandparents. X
I have been to another country.
I have been told that I have an unusual sense of humor. X
I have or had broken a bone.
I have caller I.D. on my phone.
I have bathed someone.
I have changed a diaper.
I have changed a lot over the past year. X
I have friends who have never seen my natural hair colour.
I have had major/minor surgery. -will have-
I have killed another person.
I have had my hair cut within the last we
EmptyI've always wished to be the perfect person for you, but this perfection seems to fade away when you're gone.
I can't express my feelings but I guess it's ok?
Not everyone can do that.
I'm normal, you say, I'm normal, I repeat.
As a parrot, I keep repeating.
Like a dumb.
Do I really choose this path?
Do I really want to end like that?
Do I really want to keep hurting myself with thoughts that go far away my knowledge?
It seems there aren't replies to that.
And what remains me?
An empty heart.
Empty emotions, useless garbage.
Like a wretched egg.
My heart will keep bleeding.
Pathetic human beingThat feeling when you finally realize, after an entire night of remorse, that you can't care less if one of the people you're falling for (in a figurate way), first treats you as shit and then doesn't even care about making you have felt like that.
Fake journal, yeh another oneFake journal.
Why? Cause that contest thing must stay up
Just to tell you... my mouse is fucked up
Some thoughts on Valentine's daySo uhm that day of the year is near again.
Talking about Valentine's day.
To me is just the shitties and useless day possible.
1. Your partner does love you everyday, not just one day at year, correct?
2. It's just a day dedicated to the unbridled consumerism, cause everyone buys stupid heart shaped stuff who can't be useful most of the times, if not for chocolate;
3. People start even more drama cause they're not paired, not loved and shit like this.
Just think that there are mother's day and father's day and some people can't even do it cause they don't have a mother or a father.
See how much pathetic is the thing?
Calling 14th of February an "important day" is just something selfish, at this point;
4. Monuments gets dirty cause idiot kids write their names, hoping that their relationship will last forever. Yeh, it will last forever until some AWESOME person goes and cleans it.
So these are my thoughts on this about this pointless day of festivities and consumeri
OCs interview: Andromedas!1. What is your real name?
Andromedas, I know it's too long.
2. What is your surname?
Desios, I'd prefer something nicer tho.
3. What are your three most popular nicknames?
Uhmmm Andre, Medas, Andros or pinkie, but I'd prefer the first three, please.
4. What is your favorite color?
I guess red.
5. What is your favorite animal?
6. What type of animal/race of human/mythical species are you?
Well I used to be a common human till some time ago...
I'm a Shadow Assassin now, maybe you should be aware.
7. What is your favorite song?
Underwater - Mika
8. What is your favorite band?
Ehmmm... I don't have one at the moment.
9. What is your favorite TV station?
Who has time to watch the TV?
10. What is your favorite pastime?
11. What do you want to be when you grow up?
I'm mature enough to know what am I.
12. What did you want to be when you grew up when you were 4-7 years old?
A jet pilot, instead I became a waiter.
Such a great difference, uh?
13. Time to get more wacko and persona
Meme thingy xDFake journal fake as some people OwO
No, I'm not feeling any good but this thing made me rofl.
Stolen from SirLaeru (sorry but username will be on the artist's comment)
What is your username: SociopathicFrog
Spell it backwards: (( Oh shiet...)) gorFcihtapoicoS
Spell it with your elbow: SOOLCI9P0'AGTKICV GGFVROLGH (( Oh my hell D: ))
Spell it with your eyes shut: SociopathicFrog (( Damn straight!
Singer and PlayerGuitar Playing
" Baby I'm going to leave you"
Maybe I don't understand subtle.
But I sang your tunes
Listened to your blues.
Sometimes, making music
was the only way I could talk to you
the ache in my heart was so loud
that I thought you had plucked it out,
and played with my veins
the most beautiful melody
but would never let me hear it
I wonder constantly
What am I supposed to do?
But I still sang
like a little caged bird
trapped in the hollow of your guitar.
Sun and MoonSome days I can't sleep
Smell your cologne in my sleep
Remember my childish squealing
Remember that now I'm still healing
From the cigarette burns,
that you left on my heart,
From the pills that were left in me
Poison from the start.
Do you remember,
the first time we met?
Eyes across the hallway
and the beating of my heart
Just like your guitar
and the squealing of the
children around you.
Oh the irony
Maybe I'll tell you one day.
But did you count
every day that went by?
because I know that I counted
every sleepless night
When I wondered where you'd gone
and if you were alright.
And the what if's that drove me crazy
and your motives that were unknown.
I swear I'm coming to California,
as soon as I get home.
If we'll still be able to get along.
Even if the time difference
is so wrong.
Can we still get tattooed?
If I don't speak to you.
If I can't trust you.
And the future
is so bright
Like the way I
Togliere il disturboNon fu straordinaria, speciale;
fu una storia come tante altre,
eppure merita d'esser scritta,
e stavolta almeno non per gli occhi di tutti.
Si vide e pensò che era ora di avere di più; subito rifletté e concluse che quel "di più" così vago aveva poco senso ma il solo averlo pensato le fece assaggiare la disperazione di ciò che non aveva e dentro di lei creava continue assenze che, seppur invisibili a chi le stava intorno, non lasciavano mai del tutto il suo sguardo che spesso puntava al nulla che le sembrava sempre troppo lontano.
Nel giro di pochi mesi, le sue condizioni divennero però manifeste e non poté nasconderle; la sua capacità di dissimulare divenne così flebile, tanto quanto la sua forza di inghiottire l'aria; si sentiva soffocare; letteralmente.
Preoccupati, più per educazione che per affetto, chi le stava accanto si prodigò affinché fosse curata; chi la visitò disse che in lei
Uvod te price 1 i 2Život je skup priča. Neke su vesele, druge žalosne. Neke su uzbudljive, a neke možda nisu vrijedne spomena. Ipak, sve je to život te stoga svaka ta priča, bez obzira bila ona vesela, žalosna, uzbudljiva ili nekakva drugačija, zaslužuje da ju se sačuva. Neke od tih priča dogodile su se jer smo nešto napravili pa nas je taj događaj pratio dugi niz godina. Druge su nastale jer smo se možda našli usred slijeda događaja koji se već odvijao duže vrijeme, a neke su nastale jer su događaji koji uopće nisu bili vezani za nas na ovaj ili onaj način ostavili neki trag u našim životima. Kako god te priče nastale one su jedinstvene i upravo nas one čine osobama.
Moj život nije obilježen velikim brojem priča, ipak imam samo 23 godine. Međutim, ipak ih ima. Ima ih svih vrsta i sa raznih mjesta. Već ih neko vrijeme pokušavam ispričati, ali sve
The Day of Dread 7/20/2014I've had some bad days. I think we all have. But never, have I ever, had a day as bad as 7/20/2014. Let's start with the interesting events of the night before!
I went to the bar with my dear friend Charlie, and we sang some karaoke and drank some drinks. Was an interesting night.. Had a drunk guy come up behind me, kiss the back of my head, grope the bartender and get 86'd. A bit later, outside with my buddy and I'm making the predator noise. This chick starts getting in my face, telling me "you're done. Go home. Get the fuck gone." I find this humorous as she is trying to be threatening and can't even hold herself up. A man that works at the bar told her to back up, and to stop being a bitch. Ends at that? Nope. After closing my tab and going out to my truck to leave (TACOS AHOY!) the girl that was in my face and her cousin start screaming at a car load of people for no reason. Charlie is already on his way out, but I stick around to make sure the two bartenders, who are really frail
In Lieu of Saying GoodbyeWhen you’re full you must become empty
When you’re empty you must become full
Without either of those things, you will not have the other
And to appreciate being full, you must know how it is to be empty
And that , in the end, both are temporary states.
And neither will last
Love is both being empty and being full.
It is flying so high, and still being able to touch the ground
It is fighting and making up.
It is being the best of friends, even though it’s only been a few months.
It is holding hands and skipping
It is sharing music
It is comforting each other when it’s all going to hell.
It is the little promises that are made and that can’t be kept.
It is the big promises that are made and fulfilled
It is the experiences you have, the places you go, the books you read, the things you watch and the music you listen to,
But most of all, it is the people you cherish and hold in your heart, even when they’re gone
Love is being empty and being full.
My Swimming StoryThis is a piece of my life that I’ve been keeping locked away for a long time. I don’t really like to open up about personal stories, but for the sake of people I hold dear, I wished to share it.
I hope you can glean something from it; whether that be inspiration, understanding, comfort, or anything you might need most internally in your life right now.
This is my Swimming Story.
I had been a competitive swimmer since age 5 (though I really started swimming when I was 4. I have one of those awesome moms that signs her kid up for everything in town; dance, soccer, drawing, sculpting, crafts, piano, violin, cello, track, debate, horseback riding heck even foreign policy for toddlers… I did just about everything our little town had to offer, but that’s a different story).
Swimming came pretty natural for me. I always loved the water, even at the end of spring and start of fall; I was the first one in
SchoolThis arrangement worked pretty well until it was time for us to go to school. Since I did not like clothes at all, my mother was worried about me trying to strip while in class. I guess she got lucky, because apparently she explained to me that I had to wear clothes when in school, and I accepted this.
It was around this time that my nakedness stopped being just nakedness and became true cfnm. At least that is how I think about it in my mind.
The first couple of months that we were in school, I would come home and actually keep wearing my clothes until it was time for my bath and bed. I still slept naked, as my mom could not get me to wear pajamas, but I was dressed at any other time.
My mom ended up getting a new job, and my sister and I had to start spending the first few hours after school staying with my aunt and cousins. The first day we were there we walked in we took off our shoes at the door (as my aunt didn't let anybody wear shoes on her carpets) I started to walk towards the
RockyYou see that pile of dusty gray fuzz over there?
What is that? Is that an old dishtowel that blew off of someone's clothesline into your yard? Hey! It's moving!
I know. It's a raccoon.
Raccoon? Don't they only come out at night? Is it sick or something?
No. Apparently some of them just prefer to live their lives in the daylight. He's not sick. He's just kind of unique. His name is Rocky.
He was named by Paul McCartney. Not personally, but you know, in a song by the Beatles. My family just decided we should call him that.
We came back from a week long vacation to discover he had moved into a bundle of sticks and leaves high up in a tree which grows right outside our kitchen window. This tree has previously housed squirrels, owls, woodpeckers, possums, grackles... it's like a suburban wildlife condo or something. And I normally don't mind these neighbors, but previously they've all had the sense to be dis
All Here For A ReasonI turned onto a shady, well-manicured driveway that, for all intents and purposes, looked harmless enough. Maple trees lined both sides of the street, and a parade of Canadian geese marched across the road to a wide duck pond with a flamboyant fountain. There were blooming crepe myrtles and rose-of-sharons, and as I grew closer to my destination, neatly trimmed gardens with neatly trimmed bushes.
I stopped to let the geese pass. They looked at me; one hissed. I honked my horn and moved around them.
At the end of the road sat a collection of grayish buildings and a number of signs directing me to the appropriate parking lot. "Welcome to Ten Creeks Hospital," said one of them. "Please enjoy your stay." I parked in the visitor's lot. Surely I wouldn't be staying.
I was shaking when I got out of my car. I had spent the morning getting high. One foot in front of the other, flip-flop noises, hot sidewalk. Mulberry and magnolia trees, freshly shaved grass. A bench and pan for smokers. A set o
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