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Daylynn

Status: R.I.P. Mitch Lucker, you will be greatly missed. :c

Member Since: 21 Nov 2011 05:00pm

Last Seen: 30 Jan 2013 12:33am

Birthday: October 22

Location: Dopest city out there (;

Gender: F

user id: 241267

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Hi, I'm Daylynn,
& I'm in love with
Malcolm James McCormick.
  1. Daylynn Daylynn
    posted a quote
    November 7, 2012 8:57pm EST
    It seems like every time you're back with her, you hate me. I wonder why? Oh wait, maybe because you let her push you around and tell you what to do. I'm sick of it. If you really truly loved me as a friend you'd talk to me anyways..It hurts, it really does...

  2. Daylynn Daylynn
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    November 7, 2012 5:47pm EST
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  3. Daylynn Daylynn
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    November 7, 2012 5:23pm EST
    That feeling when
    the kid you like goes from
    being 'single' to 'in a relationship'
    & all you wanna do is just
    cry your eyes out.

  4. Daylynn Daylynn
    posted a quote
    November 6, 2012 9:02pm EST
    Long distance is hard, but definatly worth it. ♥

  5. Daylynn Daylynn
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    November 4, 2012 12:41pm EST
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  6. Daylynn Daylynn
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    November 4, 2012 12:32am EDT
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  7. Daylynn Daylynn
    posted a quote
    November 1, 2012 11:33pm EDT
    YEAH I'M FINE..
    JUST TIRED..

  8. Daylynn Daylynn
    posted a quote
    October 30, 2012 4:14pm EDT
    I really miss you..

  9. Daylynn Daylynn
    posted a quote
    October 30, 2012 3:46pm EDT
    CAN YA FEE IT MISTER CRABS???
    CAN YA FEEEEEEL IT?!?!?

  10. Daylynn Daylynn
    posted a quote
    October 23, 2012 3:46pm EDT
    Thank you to the 48 people that wished me happy birthday :3 It means alot :D

  11. Daylynn Daylynn
    posted a quote
    October 22, 2012 3:43pm EDT
    Its my 13th birthday!
    Can i get 13 faves?:D

  12. Daylynn Daylynn
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    October 15, 2012 6:16pm EDT
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  13. Daylynn Daylynn
    posted a quote
    October 14, 2012 2:23pm EDT
    She is thirteen when the scars truly begin. Sure, there was one or two for every year before, blemishes here and there on her Irish-white skin. But thirteen, her magic number, begins tracing the blood over her arms, her legs, her back and shoulders. Thirteen is when she crafts her first mask. And oh, what a mask it is, with its bright smile and big innocent eyes and arsenic-coated tongue. It’s paper-thin, but it hides every tear, every scar, every mark of pain. It shatters two years later. It cracked with each passing week, tiny, hairline fractures, all part of a whole, going from head to toe, until her father shattered it with the truth. The earth-shaking, fury-inspiring truth. She must hide these emotions, these poisons, before they can filter through her and into her family. So, she crafts another, stronger mask. This one allows some anger through, explosive, painful bursts, for her and for those caught in the fire. She learns of manipulation then, and sees the darkness she lives in. And oh, she sees it; it is eating her alive, raking its claws across her marred flesh, bleeding her of all strength, all drive to do what she knows she must. So, she puts up shields that no-one can pierce, shields that keep her in, as well as anyone else out. But not everyone else is kept out. One person, a boy two years younger than her, works his way in. Gains her trust within weeks, where others require months or even years. He slips past the shields, speaking honeyed words and triggering her “protect” instinct. There, the secrets start. They grow closer, days becoming months, their only interaction through a simple game, his voice comforting her through the darkness, luring her into a trap of her own making. Six months. Six blissful months. Then, as summer begins, reality tears her from her dreamland, ripping into her with its knife-like teeth and claws. The boy with the honeyed words disappears, and her almost-hell phase begins. Attempts to get her in school start, finally giving the days a meaning, a mark to go by. Battles, fights with the dark ones, begin. Three months, and she discovers why the boy with honeyed words left. He stopped caring. He thought it best, thought that by shredding the heart she had so blindly trusted him with, he would be doing good for them both. She began to curse him, despising his name. Another month, and someone new comes. A boy who scares her and draw her in, a boy with green eyes that she doesn’t even see for the first three months. And, damn her, she falls in love with him. Another month, and he knows. Despite her fears (and her hopes), “nothing” changes. They begin to talk more than before, and her love for him grows. He works past her shields, fights for and earns her trust, and begins, unknowingly, to mend the heart that his predecessor utterly destroyed. He sees the worst she can allow to escape her mask, but he doesn’t run. And she knows, deep within the darkness of her soul, that she is doomed. The whispers start, two months before school is to end. She isn’t good enough, he deserves better. She voices them once, and he denies them. But she whispers them to herself over and over, knowing within herself that they are true, if only to her. Summer draws closer, break is about to begin. She braces her heart, preparing for his departure from her life. They always leave, always, usually six months after they appear. But he isn’t like the rest. a part of her whispers. She shuts it down, knowing from past experience how much hope hurts. She begins to shut herself away, trying to hide from those eyes, those green, green eyes that can pierce through her shields and see into the blackest parts of her soul. “What’s wrong,” he asks. “Nothing,” she answers. Lies. All lies. He knows she lies, and she knows that he knows she lies. But she lies all the same. And, whether out of defeat or respect for her desire to hide, she doesn’t know, he lets it sit for the time being. Within her now-crumbling mask, she screams for him to corner her, to force the truth out of her. All she wants, more than anything material, is for him to pull her close, for him to whisper it’s ok, it’s alright in her ear, for him to love her as she loves him, so maybe she can start putting herself back together....

  14. Daylynn Daylynn
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    October 14, 2012 2:17pm EDT
    I really didn't plan on turning into this monster..

  15. Daylynn Daylynn
    posted a quote
    October 14, 2012 2:15pm EDT
    I really didn't plan on turning into this monster..

  16. Daylynn Daylynn
    posted a quote
    October 14, 2012 2:12pm EDT
    Standing by the mirror, and crying…
    These scars on my skin, ugly as they may be, they do serve a purpose...
    A reminder of a pattern that forever will show the world, how intricate it is, and remotely beautiful.

  17. Daylynn Daylynn
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    October 14, 2012 2:08pm EDT
    I live my life beneath my self-scarred skin.
    Even when you look at me, you can’t see me.

  18. Daylynn Daylynn
    posted a quote
    October 14, 2012 2:04pm EDT
    EVERY SCAR I HAVE MAKES ME WHO I AM.

  19. Daylynn Daylynn
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    October 14, 2012 2:02pm EDT
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  20. Daylynn Daylynn
    posted a quote
    October 14, 2012 12:02am EDT
    Damian:D
    Im really bored.
    -nmf-
    Im really...boredd tooo..
    roses are red, violets are blue, poems are hard so am i,
    -nmf-

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