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I'm in love with life right now. All thanks to this special dude who has the cutest smile and sweetest voice I've ever heard. Staying up till 7am really isn't bad at all, even when I have to get up early, when truth is, I can't close my eyes when he holds me. I want to be awake for every moment with him. Sprung like a bitch.
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[07 Dec 2009|01:03pm] |
Day 01 → Your favorite song
Day 02 → Your favorite movie
Day 03 → Your favorite television program
Day 04 → Your favorite book
Day 05 → Your favorite quote
Day 06 → Whatever tickles your fancy
Day 07 → A photo that makes you happy
Day 08 → A photo that makes you angry/sad
Day 09 → A photo you took
Day 10 → A photo of you taken over ten years ago
Day 11 → A photo of you taken recently
Day 12 → Whatever tickles your fancy
Day 13 → A fictional book
Day 14 → A non-fictional book
Day 15 → A fanfic
Day 16 → A song that makes you cry (or nearly)
Day 17 → An art piece (painting, drawing, sculpture, etc.)
Day 18 → Whatever tickles your fancy
Day 19 → A talent of yours
Day 20 → A hobby of yours
Day 21 → A recipe
Day 22 → A website
Day 23 → A YouTube video
Day 24 → Whatever tickles your fancy
Day 25 → Your day, in great detail
Day 26 → Your week, in great detail
Day 27 → This month, in great detail
Day 28 → This year, in great detail
Day 29 → Hopes, dreams and plans for the next 365 days
Day 30 → Whatever tickles your fancy
"Maybe. Maybe not. Maybe fuck yourself."
LOVE Martin Scorsese, Leonardo DiCaprio, Jack Nicholson, Mark Wahlberg, Alec Baldwin and Matt Damon fucking kills it in this too. It's just the best fucking movie I've seen in years and the Dropkick Murphys song in it just kicks ass too haha.
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| This is neat. Thanks Jennifer :* |
[05 Dec 2009|09:21pm] |
Day 01 → Your favorite song
Day 02 → Your favorite movie
Day 03 → Your favorite television program
Day 04 → Your favorite book
Day 05 → Your favorite quote
Day 06 → Whatever tickles your fancy
Day 07 → A photo that makes you happy
Day 08 → A photo that makes you angry/sad
Day 09 → A photo you took
Day 10 → A photo of you taken over ten years ago
Day 11 → A photo of you taken recently
Day 12 → Whatever tickles your fancy
Day 13 → A fictional book
Day 14 → A non-fictional book
Day 15 → A fanfic
Day 16 → A song that makes you cry (or nearly)
Day 17 → An art piece (painting, drawing, sculpture, etc.)
Day 18 → Whatever tickles your fancy
Day 19 → A talent of yours
Day 20 → A hobby of yours
Day 21 → A recipe
Day 22 → A website
Day 23 → A YouTube video
Day 24 → Whatever tickles your fancy
Day 25 → Your day, in great detail
Day 26 → Your week, in great detail
Day 27 → This month, in great detail
Day 28 → This year, in great detail
Day 29 → Hopes, dreams and plans for the next 365 days
Day 30 → Whatever tickles your fancy
Of ALL time.
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[01 Dec 2009|02:38pm] |
Mother make me gold again again again again
I was pure and warm, innocent
And each of us were golden
Like sunset on John laughing
Oh how the light would come and cover him
All it ends
All it ends
It all seems to end
With the stitches, no tag backs
And the red Kool-aid mustache
We can race there and then back
Just sodas and best friends
Waging war on the ant's nest
And a card in your spokes clicks
Like the buttons on a joy stick and
I loved it
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[08 Nov 2009|02:56am] |
oh god it’s wonderful
to get out of bed
and drink too much coffee
and smoke too many cigarettes
and love you so much
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| HOW CHEER! HOW CHEER! |
[03 Nov 2009|07:19pm] |
Caterpillar: How doth the little crocodile improve his shining tail. And pour the waters of the Nile, on every golden scale. How cheer... how cheer... Ahem!
Alice: Ha ha ha!
Caterpillar: How cheerfully he seems to grin, how neatly spreads his claws. And welcomes little fishes in, with gently smiling jaws.
You were such a fucking badass. You were so amazing. As my big sister you did everything you had to do for me. Protected me, had fun with me, stood up for me, taught me everything, inspired me in so many fucking ways. I miss you. So fucking much. And I am so fucking sorry.
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[01 Nov 2009|01:20pm] |
Love don't make the world go round, it holds it right in place
Keeps us thinking love's too pure to see another face
Love's another skin-trap, another social weapon
Another way to make men slaves and women at their beckon
Love's another sterile gift, another shit condition
That keeps us seeing just the one and others not existing
Woman in a holy myth, a gift of mans expression
She's sweet, defenseless, golden-eyed, a gift of gods repression
If we didn't have these codes for love, of tokens and positions
We'd find ourselves as lovers still, not tokens of possessions
It's a natural, it's a romance, without the power and greed
We can fight to life the cover if you want to sow a seed
Do you love me? Do you? Do you? Don't you see they aim to smother
The actual possibilities of seeing all the others
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[06 Oct 2009|08:32pm] |
listen,
you a wonder.
you a city
of a woman.
you got a geography
of your own.
listen,
somebody need a map
to understand you.
somebody need directions
to move around you.
listen,
woman,
you not a noplace
anonymous
girl;
mister with his hands on you
he got his hands on
some
damn
body!
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[01 Sep 2009|05:11pm] |
Dear livejournal,
FUCK IT ALL
love,
none. GOODBYE
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[19 Aug 2009|02:52pm] |
LOLOLOLOLOL
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[22 Jul 2009|02:18am] |
say hello to the most important person in my life, my big bro/jack black
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[13 Jul 2009|04:18pm] |
I don't like living at home, I'd much rather spend all my time with you.
I had yet another blissful couple of days with my boo. I hate that I live so far, I mean, really I do. More than ever, but then again maybe not. I've always hated it here. I think spending time with Jovi is so perfect and I'd do it everyday if I could. Does anyone want to be my personal chauffeur? Any takers, any takers? I just think spending a night spoonin' with him is worth the two hour drive there and back, honestly. If there is a boy as darling as him that has the capability to make me super fucking happy like I am now, then I'm afraid it may be worth it. Ahhh, so on Friday we spent the day/night being cute as usual and then on Saturday we went to a gay club and I laid in a puddle of my own puke (which consisted only of free slurpees) and yelled at every girl that walked by "HAY LADIES I'M 19, BI AND JUST PUKED WHO THE FUCK WANTS TO MAKE OUT?!" I'm such a lady. Jovan gave me a massage with a cold water bottle for 2 hours straight haha, what could be better? Fucking seriously. Apparently I asked him out so you know, he's my boyfriend now and we're in love. Sike! Some lesbian named Stacey bought me free shots of vodka and I sucked out of his/her vag with a lime. I think I have herpes on my foot now.. cool. Somehow we made it to Longwood and then back to Korys house with me passed out with my head between my knees, woke up and threw mulch at Megan's window. Good thing I remember all of this.. Sunday we ate at Cici's again and I'm pretty sure I gave birth to a child on the way back home. I thought I was going to run out of gas driving on I-4 back home because I was sitting in still traffic for a good hour in front of Disney. Fucking sweet! I-4 is such a cunt. Back home, fucking pissed about that. Pissed off I can't find a job no matter how hard I try. I just want some fucking money dude, is that so hard to ask for?! At this point I might even apply at McDonalds.. eh, no wait hell no. I feel desperate for money, and I don't like feeling this way. I'm too pxnx for this! I guess I'm gonna go get drunk since I have nothing better to do at 3PM. leaveme some comments telling me how silly i am for being in love/all of you fuck off and go to hell
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[23 Jun 2009|02:22pm] |
yayayay finally!
it drives sooo good :]
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[28 Apr 2009|06:56pm] |
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If you heard your lover scream in the next room, and you ran in and saw his pinkie on the floor in a small puddle of blood, you wouldn't rush to the pinkie and say Darling, are you okay? No, you'd wrap your arms around his shoulders and worry about the pinkie later. The same holds true if you heard the scream, ran in, and saw his hand, or, God forbid, his whole arm. But suppose you hear your lover scream in the next room, and you run in, and his head is on the floor, next to his body, which do you rush to and comfort first?
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[19 Apr 2009|05:37am] |
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i'd love nothing more than to start over. move downtown, anywhere. away from here. i feel so trapped, i really can't stand it. my family is really moving me only a mile away from the house i've lived at all my life. i need something new, i can't stay still. and i most certainly cannot stay still here. i really NEED to keep moving. i wish my parents could understand that :( i really need the direction of my life to change.
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[14 Apr 2009|01:22pm] |
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memory is an image of perfection and i somehow, remember all of you. make believe is my memory of perfection and delicately i've pieced you together just like something of clockwork. you're kind, you smile so lightly and you breathe so deeply when we kiss. you're in tune with yourself and with the beats of the world. you break hearts with grace and you barely even recognize it. i don't even know your first name. i'm so tired and i do nothing. i'm so tired because drinking myself to sleep has become somewhat of a bedtime ritual. i do not miss you, that is true. i'm embarrassed and regretful that i've ever known you to begin with. and you'll never doubt that i don't know. i do, i know every tick and movement inside that soft little skull of yours. i know what moves you, what you love, what you hate, what you desire. you're hiding, but i see you. today it is raining, and i'd just like someone to lay with.
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