brb, bleaching my effing eyes.
Map of england. Cleveland. I'm there. ...I think I can see my house, actually.
I find the fact that Sandy Cheeks living in Bikini Bottom far funnier.
Jeffy, where the **** is your tiara. D: It would go so well.. You still look uber cute xD I have the same pillow-cover-things as you. Nightmare to get make-up off them xD I also love that belt.~ Awesomeness.
Treat this as your lesson for being an idiot and punching walls. C:
I got pinned for racial bullying at one point. And yes, I will openly admit that I did go so far as to severely hurting the other female involved. She was muslim, and wore a dark headscarf all the time she was in school. Her attitude was terrible, and at the time, she found a distinct humour in picking faults about me. I just let it slide for a while, and obviously, a lot built up. When I eventually snapped, I ended up calling her some horrid names, and engaging in some rather bad physical violence which resulted in her admittance to the local hospital. I got excluded from school for racial discrimination and excessive use of violence to another pupil. She never did come back, actually.
I got bored. Very bored.
I don't even know why, but you just remind me of noodle from the Gorillaz. :B
Phase Ten Closing Curtains I have so many words to speak, and yet the breaths of which I need to speak them through are beyond my frail grasp. Have you ever felt like your world has collapsed? When you believe in something so strongly, and think it will last, think it is true, and all of a sudden, it ends? It ends with a part of you? It happened. It happened unexpectedly. It happened painfully. It happened fluently. It happened fast. It happened. And it killed me. *** When she told me I had the ability to pull through, I believed her, because I knew she wouldn’t lie to me. Just like the time she said she’d always be there for me. I believed her because I thought she wouldn’t lie to me. We had the type of relationship where things were based on trust and hope. We trusted each other, and felt hope in what the other held. We kept each other alive, and promised to fight to the end, through rain or shine. We were a pair of people who thrived on the pessimistic side of life. We laughed at your downfalls, and cried at our own. We were unable to comprehend how the good things stayed good, and knew that beneath it all, there was something dark and dismal waiting to pounce and devour all shards of happiness. We knew we were smart, because we were never happy. We were never happy because we saw things for what they were. We saw things for what they were because we were given the gift of truth. We seen it, we spoke it, we lived it. We always said how things would never change. We would be there for one another, because we were the only ones trustworthy in this melancholy-induced world. We would live together, we would laugh together, we would cry together, and we would die together. We were that kind of pair. We didn’t compromise on the optimistic. Can you imagine how hard the bullet hit when one found out it was all a lie? It hit hard. Tore my flesh savagely and bathed in my sour blood. It couldn’t have felt any better. *** Rebecca Katesworth. 15 years of age, no more than a mere week since such a number had arrived into her life. Oh, how the church bells sound so happy to say goodbye. Why did they like to mock me? I was crying. They were laughing. It was biting-wit mockery in the presence of God. What am I talking about? I have never believed in God in all my life, and yet here I am, hoping that he looks after her in some other faraway place. This, in truth, was a confirmation that life hated me. It hated me with a passion. It took the one person I craved to be near me, leaving me to choke on the dust of death’s fast heels. And Death was fast. He was very fast. Just not for me. Have ever had that moment where you want to end it? Where life has spat in your face for the last time? I can’t give it the satisfaction of watching me hurt anymore. It’s just not right. Authors Note: I think there are two more chapters before the final chapter. I'm sorry if updates are slow; life is kicking me in the face.
My dad's friend has the surname of cockburn. He's male. ..Yeeeah.
I find it quite funny. I love people with totally ****ed up names, they're such easy targets.
:B|: Kids With Guns - Gorrilaz
Owl City - If My Heart Was A House
This. (:
Gorillaz - Dare
Emzy Emmy ****face Lezboid (: I'm so loved.
For saying this, I love you.
Thanks. ... Well, that went better than I expected. [:
Don't. Just.. Don't. For the love of all that is god-like. Don't.
I ****ing love this smiley. :D :D :D :D
