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Fluffy Clouds Of Promises.
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grammatical cocaine
i don't think there are enough  words and grammatical points to put into words the sadness i feel,   the wetness behind my eyes, the heaviness in my chest. i've cried,    justified, i still died; I'm still fried. i want to l a u g h at how s t u p i d this is, but at the same time  i want to numb myself in the cocaine- colored sparkles on the ground. i have 1000+ reasons to just shut the hell up and s m i l e, but i have 2000+ reasons to throw a well thought out, grammatically c o r r e c t fit.
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nana's note
i know one day you will whisper away out of your life, up to the heavens. one day. and you wrote me this carefully written letter, with x's and o's lining the page, and you write so pretty, and i can read it in your voice. but you gave me a stamp. and you said, "when you get the chance, write back." but i haven't. probably won't. your note and your stamp lay there on my bedside table and when i pass it that guilt sinks in for half a second. i know one day you'll whisper away, out of this life into the heavens but i can't write back. i won't write back.
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drug addiction story
too many people in this close proximity. too many bodies swimming so close to the edge. off the brink, off the winding road. but who would dare to think you'd be one of them? nobody would. and yet you are. you told yourself this wasn't going to happen. you said you weren't like most people. you denied you weren't special. but now you're going down, down, down, just like those pills that slip down your throat.
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the story of Ava
old faces in new places. this is the story of the day; about a blonde girl named Ava, that sorta- kinda went away. of the fifth grade and the twelfth age, i got to know her just a bit more. we became fast friends; good times always in store. but at the end of that year, little old me was sent away. off to another school, a new time, a new day. and some nights when i was restless i would think of her wavy locks, the way she looked in her uniform, the way she wore her knee-high socks. but that was five years ago. i saw her yesterday. she looked me in the eye, but like a stranger, looked away.
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just say when
i'm not one to praise, and you're not one to brag, but i think what was between us was the best i'd ever had. how we knew of our fondness, but we never called it out, but how everyone around us knew what we were all about. we'd play ping-pong with each other, back and forth we made it clear. we lit up when we saw each other, no matter what time of the long year. and now i'm back trying so hard, to find you once again, and tell you that i miss you and I'll come back, dear; just say when.
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chess and God
but when life throws the arrows, and we have to start dodging bullets, ducking heads, and our patterns are all askew, who does everyone turn to? God. or their idea of God, their rendition of God. everyone wants to go to Heaven, but no one wants to die. they play life like chess; everyone is the victim. God shows no sympathy for little white lies.
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anorexia for beginners
Step one: everyone is prettier than you. Step two: don't you hate yourself? you're so fat. Step three: don't eat all of that, pig! Step four: you're so fat! why are you eating that? Step five: don't eat that. or that. or that. Step six: you're so hungry... Step seven: remember food? it tasted so good... Step eight: well, maybe only a small bite...? Step nine: LOOK HOW FAT YOU ARE Step ten: refer back to step one.
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snapshot girl
don't fall in love with a photographer. he can make you feel beautiful. he did so to me. made me believe i deserved, needed, almost, to be loved. and you know, of course, knowing me i didn't quite take the bait. but he made it seem i was worth it- the long, long wait. but just when i start to feel, ch-ka. (well that was his camera.) he takes it away. and it's gone. but on the bright side, it did make a pretty damn good snapshot.
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tonelle.
when she was created, God used a lonely sky as his canvas, drew her face nice and lovely with a small pine needle, made her eyes small and shaped like a sunflower seed, outlined her nose slightly crooked like an italicized "L", and her lips thin like paper freshly out a printer, hair long and the color of the darkest of nights, then her figure light and curvy like a winding road, but her body young and timeless like a never ending hourglass, and then He took a pinch of cinnamon and stormy days and the sea, t-o-n-e-l-l-e.
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the hobo's speech
well, everybody's guilty until proven innocent. that's how it is in this world. exchanging glances, solemn faces, nobody reaches out unless you're dying. and the big man upstairs? you ask him for money but his hotline is always clogged. full of other prayers for no taxes, for passing tests, and me? I just want some food to eat.
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grammatical cocaine
i don't think there are enough  words and grammatical points to put into words the sadness i feel,   the wetness behind my eyes, the heaviness in my chest. i've cried,    justified, i still died; I'm still fried. i want to l a u g h at how s t u p i d this is, but at the same time  i want to numb myself in the cocaine- colored sparkles on the ground. i have 1000+ reasons to just shut the hell up and s m i l e, but i have 2000+ reasons to throw a well thought out, grammatically c o r r e c t fit.
n
nana's note
i know one day you will whisper away out of your life, up to the heavens. one day. and you wrote me this carefully written letter, with x's and o's lining the page, and you write so pretty, and i can read it in your voice. but you gave me a stamp. and you said, "when you get the chance, write back." but i haven't. probably won't. your note and your stamp lay there on my bedside table and when i pass it that guilt sinks in for half a second. i know one day you'll whisper away, out of this life into the heavens but i can't write back. i won't write back.
d
drug addiction story
too many people in this close proximity. too many bodies swimming so close to the edge. off the brink, off the winding road. but who would dare to think you'd be one of them? nobody would. and yet you are. you told yourself this wasn't going to happen. you said you weren't like most people. you denied you weren't special. but now you're going down, down, down, just like those pills that slip down your throat.
t
the story of Ava
old faces in new places. this is the story of the day; about a blonde girl named Ava, that sorta- kinda went away. of the fifth grade and the twelfth age, i got to know her just a bit more. we became fast friends; good times always in store. but at the end of that year, little old me was sent away. off to another school, a new time, a new day. and some nights when i was restless i would think of her wavy locks, the way she looked in her uniform, the way she wore her knee-high socks. but that was five years ago. i saw her yesterday. she looked me in the eye, but like a stranger, looked away.
j
just say when
i'm not one to praise, and you're not one to brag, but i think what was between us was the best i'd ever had. how we knew of our fondness, but we never called it out, but how everyone around us knew what we were all about. we'd play ping-pong with each other, back and forth we made it clear. we lit up when we saw each other, no matter what time of the long year. and now i'm back trying so hard, to find you once again, and tell you that i miss you and I'll come back, dear; just say when.
c
chess and God
but when life throws the arrows, and we have to start dodging bullets, ducking heads, and our patterns are all askew, who does everyone turn to? God. or their idea of God, their rendition of God. everyone wants to go to Heaven, but no one wants to die. they play life like chess; everyone is the victim. God shows no sympathy for little white lies.
a
anorexia for beginners
Step one: everyone is prettier than you. Step two: don't you hate yourself? you're so fat. Step three: don't eat all of that, pig! Step four: you're so fat! why are you eating that? Step five: don't eat that. or that. or that. Step six: you're so hungry... Step seven: remember food? it tasted so good... Step eight: well, maybe only a small bite...? Step nine: LOOK HOW FAT YOU ARE Step ten: refer back to step one.
s
snapshot girl
don't fall in love with a photographer. he can make you feel beautiful. he did so to me. made me believe i deserved, needed, almost, to be loved. and you know, of course, knowing me i didn't quite take the bait. but he made it seem i was worth it- the long, long wait. but just when i start to feel, ch-ka. (well that was his camera.) he takes it away. and it's gone. but on the bright side, it did make a pretty damn good snapshot.
t
tonelle.
when she was created, God used a lonely sky as his canvas, drew her face nice and lovely with a small pine needle, made her eyes small and shaped like a sunflower seed, outlined her nose slightly crooked like an italicized "L", and her lips thin like paper freshly out a printer, hair long and the color of the darkest of nights, then her figure light and curvy like a winding road, but her body young and timeless like a never ending hourglass, and then He took a pinch of cinnamon and stormy days and the sea, t-o-n-e-l-l-e.
t
the hobo's speech
well, everybody's guilty until proven innocent. that's how it is in this world. exchanging glances, solemn faces, nobody reaches out unless you're dying. and the big man upstairs? you ask him for money but his hotline is always clogged. full of other prayers for no taxes, for passing tests, and me? I just want some food to eat.

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How We Girls Want To Be.
Pretty and smart, a flat belly, and long hair. That is the way we girls want to be. Long legs, full lashes, pearly white teeth. That is the way we girls want to be. Kind and lovely, pure and soft. That is the way we girls want to be. Popular and nice, charming and alluring. That is way we girls want to be. Able to wear everything without a worry, That is the way we girls want to be. Exotic and new with an interesting story. That is the way we girls want to be. Sexy and vulnerable, a figure to kill. That is the way we girls want to be. Successful and famous, not an insecurity. That is the way we girls want to be. Accepting, ori
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and then I was like, ''shut up.''
Not sure why I made that the journal title xD hello everyone. How are you?
freshman
hi. I'm a freshman now. Yesterday was my first day of school. it's the most intimadating thing ever.
Unnoticed Summer Art.
So I'm not really a summer person (Hot, sticky, hot), but I think the only things good about summer is the inspiration. It's nice to look around and see the butterflies, bees, children, ice cream, beaches...anything, really. So I'm going to feature some deviations that remind me of summertime, of just good times in general. (I never done this before, eek >.< ) Here goes~ There are only a few, since this is my first journal featuring and all. Photography: :thumb304773511::thumb315274088: :thumb315407870: :thumb315522481: Literature: :thumb312696155: :thumb310359228: Artwork/Anime: :thumb307700082: :thumb313972283: :thumb315473722:

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ParamoreFreak1878|Hobbyist General Artist
Happy Birthday:D
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NexusHUB|Hobbyist Writer
Happy birthday!
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thanx for the invite, but i'm already an admin of 5 groups and don't have a premium membership
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That's okay :D
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Thank you so much for the watch! :heart:
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arabesque-o|Hobbyist Writer
thank you for the the watch, amazing one<3
it means somuch to me.
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you're welcome~~ <3
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