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[Nov. 14th, 2008|11:09 am] |
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When I met you, I was just a kid. Hadn't built up my defenses. So I gave my heart completely. Vaseline over the lenses. Memories don't go away. I remember every day. I never, ever stop wondering. Wondering if you still think of us. I don't need a photograph. Because you've never left my mind. No, you've never left my mind. I remember feeling like a ship. Whose captain was too drunk to steer. And you watched as I was sinking. Waving sadly from the pier. Memories don't go away. I remember every day.I never, ever stop wondering. Wondering if you still think of us.I don't need a photograph. Because you've never left my mind. No, you've never left my mind. It's such a burden to carry around. The vestiges of dead dreams. And I don't want to make a wake out of my life. I just have to let you go. |
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[Nov. 14th, 2008|10:24 am] |
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my mind is racing in lanes that don't even fucking exist. |
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[Nov. 14th, 2008|09:59 am] |
I can't believe I'm having to post this
Anthony
Why am I caring or even thinking of your existance now? Why did you have to go and add me. You've corrupted my emotional state for the near future and it's all for nothing. Why must you insist to remain in contact with me after 3 years? It's breaking my heart. We're both just so different now and I just don't see the point. But you probably aren't even doing anything really. I'm just a lonely girl thats feeling like a toy to men and you coming along isn't helping me deny this. I dreamed about you last night and it's making me weep. We were in love and it was perfect, just the way perfect love would be. Or just the way we used to be. We kissed and made love and cuddled and you loved me and cared about me. It's true, you were the only boy I ever loved. And I'm sure our pathetic just short of 4 month relationship means nothing in comparison to the love of you life, that phsyco beast of 3 years. We didn't even really fuck. I guess I really am a girl. I guess I really am emotionally attached to my first love. And just kind of depressed that I haven't loved a boy that loved me back the way we did long ago in silly 15 year old land. I can't believe I'm crying over this. IT WAS A STUPID DREAM. And it was a stupid hello. I guess you just wanted to remind me that you exist. Well good job. You did. And all I'm craving for is that you'll come back. I know thats ridiculous. I'm not the same girl I used to be. I'm sure you're not the same boy. And by god I'd tower over you by a foot at least. And all I really need to acknowledge is that I'm sad. I'm just lonely. I want a mutual love, and you treated me so great. You made me feel better than any boy ever had. You made acid butterflies flit around in my stomach consistantly. It's unhealthy to be feeling this right? I mean it was 3 fucking years ago. I guess it would just be nice to know you feel a little bit the same about me. I'm just sad. |
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[Nov. 14th, 2008|09:46 am] |
what the fuck is happening to me?
why are all of you stupid boys infecting my dreams and making me crave this...this love bullshit?
and why do I let dreams trip me out so much.
and why do I always dream about weird ass reality tv show situations like being on rock of love or the bachelor?
what the fuck.
and now because of this my mind is racing in lanes that don't even fucking exist.
it's really becoming a problem. I can't let my ridiculous dreaming rule my emotions.
I mean it is my subconcious, but it's also bullshit right? |
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[Nov. 9th, 2008|08:25 pm] |
What do I do about you?
You're the most beautiful.
The most beautiful.
I would leave it all for you so fast. We'd run away forever, up into the clouds, where the princes come from. And rainbows would fall from the sky where our love was made, to grace the world with such beauty.
You're a dream.
I could have never even known you, but I do and it's some sort of magic.
A magical presence that injects itself through my veins and soaks up all my passion and desire, my thoughts. I have such high hopes for you, you couldn’t let me down. And if you did I’d have to forgive you. You can do no wrong, I melt at your feet.
I rarely ever lust for love these days. Lust for lust. But I think of you and what you do to me, so easily, casting your alpha-perfection in my direction.
How can I resist?
You give me hope in the painful cycle.
Man after man after man after (wo)man.
"I'll never love again"
I've made exceptions.
But you're just a dream! And oh what a dream. |
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[Nov. 9th, 2008|08:24 pm] |
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hot heavy rocks are nestled in my stomach! |
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[Nov. 9th, 2008|07:29 am] |
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so last night I fucked 2 guys. 0ne of which I had met 2 minutes before it went down. I know as a female this probably makes me a..."whore," and I probably should feel sad and worthless and want to cry about it, but I just genuinly enjoy pleasing men. I smelllll trophy wife! (not to mention, I saw the eiffle tower, with another fellow! ha ha haaa). I've come to the conclusion that I can pretty much fuck whoever I want, whenever I want. Psh, it's a mans world. |
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[Oct. 22nd, 2008|11:08 pm] |
nordoisthebest: your a beautiful flower
nordoisthebest: a dick sucking bowie loving flower
who dis. |
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[Oct. 21st, 2008|04:48 pm] |
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i had a dream last night that i fucked megan hauserman from rock of love. it was great. god i'm such a dyke sometimes. |
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[Oct. 21st, 2008|02:55 pm] |
oops I did it again!
So now I know where I get my irrationality from. Now I know where I get my fighting from. Thanks mother, we're much more alike than I ever thought. I don't even know what to do. I can't believe I've done this. I can't believe I uttered the words. Violet is far too smart. I know she knows I love her but I also know she'll take this seriously, and she has every reason to. When I'm angry like that, more than likly I'm not thinking correctly, and she's so fucking smart that she can slaughter anyone just by having a higher vocabulary. I know this and before it even happens am afraid of it which adds to the crazyness. I can't even talk straight. When I think about what I said last night, in my mind it's "bldhfuesmdfsodiurosadghdjfhsudythghgdsdmf." The worst part of all of this is I don't even fucking know why I was so angry. How do I apologize for saying shit that I said when it was completely unjustified. I'm screwed. Unforgivable. I wasn't even bluffing. I just wasn't thinking. I can't even remember last night. I'm always oblivious. I wanted to be taken seriously and I was far from serious. And she knows it. But what do I do now. The second I got in my car I knew what I did was dumb. I can't think about anything else. I can hardly see out of my eyes. I guess what hurt the most is that she honestly believes that I do these..."petty" things on purpous, to piss her off. Why the fuck would I spend so much fucking time with someone I didn't like. And then tried to say I give back nothing. blllllllllasjdhkhfskdhfskdfhskdhroeirfsaoidfjalsdjaldhfsdughsdohgsdgfodjr;sdfjas;dlhfsaklhfskldfhso angry. |
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[Oct. 19th, 2008|08:33 pm] |
You, Lo-lo-lo-identified as a -LOLITA, what's with all this nonsense color whirl of floating heads and model's bodies waiting there, horizontal, vertical- correctly positioned even, staring at me in the midst of some graceful striding transportation sequence using long and well toned legs to find me, then there's some sexy thumping tron music spouting off declarations of some seventeen year-old attraction to those who just wanna use the young girls, easy girls, girls fit for mating habits- anywhow, I'm so tired of my torpid lifestyle, neglecting all those beautiful beautiful- self-beautified people I wish I could know and talk to so frequently gaining the utmost respect and attention desire, perhaps even day-dreams whose subject is me-me so far away and I'm quite aware that you, Brooke, shall never know what tune I sing this sweet, jolly song to unstoppingly without fail, far from myself- my mind, I'm breaking out of it all. Now I sit here feeling much like the way I felt long, long ago on a night in some month I've surely forgotten now WONDER AND SPECTACLE lightning flash hallucinating grotesque things down on the rocky and ice wedged driveway I call my own, unwillingly I was born here into this family of four- deviating birth order norms, I've just read about in a public magazine, oh so-public mag. one that enjoys near uncontested attention, TIME, THAT IS TIME GREAT MONOLITH OF TIME- where do they look over all of that publica-a-
shion?
I will never know, no- I shall NEVER KNOW, unless I suddenly might look upon the back cover of it's design. It's design shows me nothing, I did take the time
To look
at nothing.
And all of that time has amounted to nothing.
What has happened late tell
ee? In your heart? In your mind? In your lifestyle so far away, from this street- wooded street- causing sunlight to be broken into many scattered rays, obstructed by the oak leaves and southern pines and maple's all dyi
eeee"
by wade collier |
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[Oct. 19th, 2008|09:46 am] |
THEY'RE ON MY FEET NOW.
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[Oct. 19th, 2008|09:13 am] |
Real Life Casting call for an attractive 30-50 year old male. Must have classy business suits and high income/willing-ness to spend all earnings on me. Must be open to cheat on possible spouse (threesomes okay...if she's hot) and creepy enough to take a tall blonde 18 year old shopping in return for road head in shiny black Caddies and sexual escapades in foreign places, and on, under, or in sight of, deep velvet couches. First class trips to Europe and stays in fancy hotels expected. No STD's. Perscription to Viagra acceptable if you're Johnny Depp. Preferably open to drugs, buying champagne for the underaged, and maxing out credit cards at my favorite store Trashy Lingerie. Expensive jewelry and perfume is much appreciated, as well as silicone implants. Mustaches, Chest hair, cigar smoker, and possession of Oxford Loafers and satin robes will make you more than qualified. Hopefully in proprietary rights of fallacio-proof red lipstick.
See Also: Sugar Daddy |
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[Oct. 13th, 2008|02:38 pm] |
oh Elina from antm cycle 10, 11, whatever...I didn't even know that show existed still. but who is this? Since when are lesbians this stunning. I want this girl to be my loverrrr. and get this. she's a porn star! ha ha ha ha hsdlsdjhhfhsi hate tyra so fucking much.
I've been considering becoming a stripper lately. I believe I can detach myself emotionally enough to do it. It's so painfully easy, and what great money. Then I'd have the funds to buy everything I wanted at Trashy Lingerie, and more reason to wear them! Maybe I've been watching too much Rock of Love...but I think with some fake tits and pole dancing classes, I'd do a great job.
I got my new Halloween/everyday costume. It's a cop uniform. I broke it in already and it must be washed. I hate hand washing things.
Oh yeah, and I'm going to beauty school! 5 months of absolute freedom is coming to an end. |
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[Oct. 13th, 2008|02:35 pm] |
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5 years ago, I honestly never thought the girl I sat next to in English and History would turn out to be my rehabbed coke whore, heroin smoking, ex-best friend that attempted beating up my girlfriend. |
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[Oct. 12th, 2008|10:37 am] |
OH OH OH!
What a horrible time! For once, just once I thought I may have convinced myself that I could have a physical relationship with someone without it depressing the shit out of me. I just want to love! But wait, everybody SUCKS. It's times like these that I'm not surprised I only spend time with Violet. I'm so social, I love to please, but I feel as if I honestly dislike everyone else in the world. Why is everyone so fucked up in all the wrong places? I dig fucked up people. I like people with problems, with a backbone, with substance and a reason for their existence, a motive for survival, people worth my interest. I'm the chillest person I know. I wish more people were like me. Fuck modesty, if people had the same thought process I did, or at least were open to it. This shit isn't even going to tie together....let me ramble. Since when is the girl the one that never calls back. Since when is the female the one that doesn't want commitment, only wants a light sexual fling. I have a serious fucking problem! Every guy I ever meet falls in love with some awkward dumb blonde. I know my dress it short, I know my hair is blonde, I know my boobs are out. I accept that you're going to notice this. I accept that this attracts the wrong kind of attention, but do you listen to the words that come out of my mouth? They're all too fucking stupid to realize that they're the dumbasses. I hate that. I hate being around stupid people, that are so stupid they don't even understand intelligence, or sarcasm, references, humor. No one has a sense of humor these days. I hate dumb people that are such airheads they think I'm the dumb one. I'm struggling to understand why I'm here, and all the other pussy 18 year old problems that I seem to have. I wanted to cry when I got my nails done. I can never believe the lack of depth in people these days. What do I have to do to find a decent human being? I'm not even narrowing this down to idiotic teenagers. In fact I have more problems with adults, sad, middle-aged, think-their-blonde-hair-and-fake-tan-makes-it-okay-to-act-16-fucking-years-old. For how much weed they smoked in the 60-70's you would think they'd be a little more chill. BLSADHFSDJLf. And now I feel ridiculous for thinking such cliché, goodbye-cruel-world thoughts. But come the fuck on. 40 year old Westlake moms talk shit to me?! As satisfied as I am with Violet, I mean I don't think I could love another as much as I love her, how has this happened? Where can I go to find someone that doesn't just accept that going to school, getting a job, making money, and having a family, is the inevitable future. Why can't people strive for passion, excitement, freedom, intelligence, love, and of course those oh so wonderfully lovely negative emotions? Allow yourself to feel! I really hope no one has even bothered to read through this. I'm just pissed off. |
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[Oct. 11th, 2008|10:19 am] |
My life at the moment can be best described by the following songs.
Avenue D: Do I look Like a Slut?
Avenue D: Backseat Bushwach
Avril Lavigne: Girlfriend
Blink-182: Reckless Abandon
Blink-182: Give Me One Good Reason
Flaming Lips: Fight Test
Metric: The Twist
Velvet Underground: Femme Fetale
2pac: Thug Mansion |
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[Aug. 8th, 2008|12:36 pm] |
i saw the faint two nights ago and it was the best night of my life. I'm seeing immortal tonight. and a while back i met the most beautiful boy aka waldo at a wolf parade show. i don't even like wolf parade but i am a fan of boys that wear such thickly prescribed glasses that their eyes are magnified, and when they ask me if i want to razor blade my skin and put batteries in it. so this is love!
it's very sad i'm almost depending on this livejournal to keep me knowledgeable of my own life. i can't even tell you what day it is. |
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[Jul. 30th, 2008|10:34 am] |
it's been an awful long while since i used this thing, and i should be since my life is more exciting now than it ever has been.
+i went to prom dressed in a victorias secret negligee with my girlfriend
+we went to the madonna inn afterwards. stayed in harvard square.
+i got fucked 5 times by a 27 soon to be 28 year old venician stoner...named Jamal. he's not black
+violet was there the whole time ha ha ha
+continued relationship with jamal. he has a great sketchy garage in venice. violet and i stay there sometimes. however we told him we were in france cause we were tired of him. he might love me
+smoke weed |
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[Jul. 10th, 2008|11:28 pm] |
nevasaudivi: hey i gotta stuff my face with hot dripping calories i hope one day to stuff my face with hot dripping bbed holla
viooooolet: I innocently descended and as I entered the living room I found my grandmother on the couch, wearing a disturbingly short cotton muumuu and bunny ears. She is half-obscured in boxes of Easter-theme candy wrappers, clutching an enormous chocolate bunny upside-down in her left hand while intently watching a Tarzan-spoof comedy that features talking apes and terrible graphics. She’s also petting my dog, and there are chocolate smears on my dog. |
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