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Virginia Doran*

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Member Since: 16 Feb 2013 09:47pm

Last Seen: 9 Sep 2019 10:16am

Location: the black wonderland

Gender: F

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  1. Virginia Doran* Virginia Doran*
    posted a quote
    August 29, 2019 6:54pm UTC
    My mom is'nt Buddah even though she wants to be

  2. Virginia Doran* Virginia Doran*
    posted a quote
    April 3, 2017 3:54pm UTC
    My mom is'nt Buddah even though she wants to be

  3. Virginia Doran* Virginia Doran*
    posted a quote
    February 5, 2017 5:11pm UTC
    All my brothers are giants

  4. Virginia Doran* Virginia Doran*
    posted a quote
    January 9, 2017 12:19am UTC
    Sometimes I invite my own darkness in to embrace me like an old friend.

  5. Virginia Doran* Virginia Doran*
    posted a quote
    November 22, 2016 7:15pm UTC
    People are ridiculous making up excuses for the most stupid things at least where I am this applies. I am so over your dumb excuses to push us away because you don't want to get close to us I am so over you attitude when we don't do something to your liking I am over you wall that you built to keep us away

  6. Virginia Doran* Virginia Doran*
    posted a quote
    November 16, 2016 11:10pm UTC
    I wish I could say I am in love but I can't I believe I am cursed to wander this earth never to fall in love ever again

  7. Virginia Doran* Virginia Doran*
    posted a quote
    October 30, 2016 3:08pm UTC
    people are always so concerned when there kids are babies but what about when they are kids when they understand what your saying howbyou are living wgat do you do then

  8. Virginia Doran* Virginia Doran*
    posted a quote
    July 30, 2016 10:20pm UTC
    He's killing me slowly everyday and I dont know if he even cares enough to stay with me

  9. Virginia Doran* Virginia Doran*
    posted a quote
    May 13, 2016 3:47am UTC
    Someone save me cause I've r out of excuses to keep breathing
    Someone catch me cause now I've run out of reasons why i cant fly
    Someone hold onto me because i feel as though i am slipping away

  10. Virginia Doran* Virginia Doran*
    posted a quote
    January 24, 2016 4:40pm UTC
    My mom missed my first heart break because i was to scared to tell her i was dating a girl

  11. Virginia Doran* Virginia Doran*
    posted a quote
    January 15, 2016 3:23am UTC
    when i was littlei wanted to be a motherone day my cousins and i played with water balloons we couldnt play outside sowe played inside carful they wouldnt break we layed the warm balloons on our stomachsi closed my eyes and imagined i was pregnantmy cousins were confused asking why would i imagine that i said can you imagine a piece of you living and growing that you will love unconditionally they imagined and played to i was still a little kid but so badly wanted this and dreamed it and to some extent i still do

  12. Virginia Doran* Virginia Doran*
    posted a quote
    December 16, 2015 12:54am UTC
    i want someone to challange my mind and way of thinking

  13. Virginia Doran* Virginia Doran*
    posted a quote
    December 15, 2015 3:41am UTC
    I remember writeing i was always writeing hoping someone would see itask about it...no one did but that did not stop me from writeingmy words where my escape from my life i could write of love, mystery, and a hero no one saw the pain thoughthe pain my words i was silent for so long and when i finally began to scream about my pain and suffering my mental abuse and physical...I was told to be silent and i was i leaned on someonewho took joy in my pain .By the time i relized that she took apart of me I went to my wordsmy only friend my only friendand i made my art threw them my words made me feel alive. i hope people fellow humans can find the same love threw something as constructive and not become destructive as so many are now.

  14. Virginia Doran* Virginia Doran*
    posted a quote
    December 15, 2015 3:18am UTC
    love is like fire and baby I burned you alive And its embers hurt my soul everyday but honey I just gotta say I have to live with that pain but not regreat while you become reborn from thoes ashes

  15. Virginia Doran* Virginia Doran*
    posted a quote
    December 13, 2015 2:52am UTC
    You want to know meto find me to love and be with mebut i hide because there is an ugly side to melies and secrets i keep so hidden in the darkest part of my heart and soul i fear for you loving and findimg me

  16. Virginia Doran* Virginia Doran*
    posted a quote
    December 9, 2015 12:56am UTC
    "Ain't No Sunshine"
    By Bill Withers
    Ain't no sunshine when she's gone
    It's not warm when she's away.
    Ain't no sunshine when she's gone
    And she's always gone too long
    Anytime she goes away.
    Wonder this time where she's gone
    Wonder if she's gone to stay
    Ain't no sunshine when she's gone
    And this house just ain't no home
    Anytime she goes away.
    And I know, I know, I know, I know,
    I know, I know, I know, I know, I know,
    I know, I know, I know, I know, I know,
    I know, I know, I know, I know, I know,
    I know, I know, I know, I know, I know,
    I know, I know,
    Hey, I oughtta leave young thing alone
    But ain't no sunshine when she's gone
    Ain't no sunshine when she's gone
    Only darkness every day.
    Ain't no sunshine when she's gone
    And this house just ain't no home
    Anytime she goes away.
    Anytime she goes away.
    Anytime she goes away.
    Anytime she goes away.

  17. Virginia Doran* Virginia Doran*
    posted a quote
    December 5, 2015 7:45pm UTC
    This poem has been floating around on facebook for awhile and I loved it when i first heard it and thanks to a comment on one of my quotes i finally know who it was written by.
    Shane Koyczan so her it goes-
    I'm not the only kid who grew up this way, surrounded by people who used to say that rhyme about sticks and stones, as if broken bones hurt more than the names we got called, and we got called them all. So we grew up believing no one would ever fall in love with us, that we'd be lonely forever, that we'd never meet someone to make us feel like the sun was something they built for us in their toolshed. So broken heartstrings bled the blues, and we tried to empty ourselves so we'd feel nothing. Don't tell me that hurts less than a broken bone, that an ingrown life is something surgeons can cut away, that there's no way for it to metastasize; it does.
    She was eight years old, our first day of grade three when she got called ugly. We both got moved to the back of class so we would stop getting bombarded by spitballs. But the school halls were a battleground. We found ourselves outnumbered day after wretched day. We used to stay inside for recess, because outside was worse. Outside, we'd have to rehearse running away, or learn to stay still like statues, giving no clues that we were there. In grade five, they taped a sign to the front of her desk that read, "Beware of dog."
    To this day, despite a loving husband, she doesn't think she's beautiful, because of a birthmark that takes up a little less than half her face. Kids used to say, "She looks like a wrong answer that someone tried to erase, but couldn't quite get the job done." And they'll never understand that she's raising two kids whose definition of beauty begins with the word "Mom," because they see her heart before they see her skin, because she's only ever always been amazing.
    He was a broken branch grafted onto a different family tree, adopted, not because his parents opted for a different destiny. He was three when he became a mixed drink of one part left alone and two parts tragedy, started therapy in eighth grade, had a personality made up of tests and pills, lived like the uphills were mountains and the downhills were cliffs, four-fifths suicidal, a tidal wave of antidepressants, and an adolescent being called "Popper," one part because of the pills, 99 parts because of the cruelty. He tried to kill himself in grade 10 when a kid who could still go home to Mom and Dad had the audacity to tell him, "Get over it." As if depression is something that could be remedied by any of the contents found in a first-aid kit.
    To this day, he is a stick of TNT lit from both ends, could describe to you in detail the way the sky bends in the moment before it's about to fall, and despite an army of friends who all call him an inspiration, he remains a conversation piece between people who can't understand sometimes being drug-free has less to do with addiction and more to do with sanity.
    We weren't the only kids who grew up this way. To this day, kids are still being called names. The classics were "Hey, stupid," "Hey, spaz." Seems like every school has an arsenal of names getting updated every year. And if a kid breaks in a school and no one around chooses to hear, do they make a sound? Are they just background noise from a soundtrack stuck on repeat, when people say things like, "Kids can be cruel." Every school was a big top circus tent, and the pecking order went from acrobats to lion tamers, from clowns to carnies, all of these miles ahead of who we were. We were freaks -- lobster-claw boys and bearded ladies, oddities juggling depression and loneliness, playing solitaire, spin the bottle, trying to kiss the wounded parts of ourselves and heal, but at night, while the others slept, we kept walking the tightrope. It was practice, and yes, some of us fell.
    But I want to tell them that all of this is just debris left over when we finally decide to smash all the things we thought we used to be, and if you can't see anything beautiful about yourself, get a better mirror, look a little closer, stare a little longer, because there's something inside you that made you keep trying despite everyone who told you to quit. You built a cast around your broken heart and signed it yourself, "They were wrong." Because maybe you didn't belong to a group or a clique. Maybe they decided to pick you last for basketball or everything. Maybe you used to bring bruises and broken teeth to show-and-tell, but never told, because how can you hold your ground if everyone around you wants to bury you beneath it? You have to believe that they were wrong. They have to be wrong. Why else would we still be here?
    We grew up learning to cheer on the underdog because we see ourselves in them. We stem from a root planted in the belief that we are not what we were called. We are not abandoned cars stalled out and sitting empty on some highway, and if in some way we are, don't worry. We only got out to walk and get gas. We are graduating members from the class of We Made It, not the faded echoes of voices crying out, "Names will never hurt me." Of course they did.
    But our lives will only ever always continue to be a balancing act that has less to do with pain and more to do with beauty.

  18. Virginia Doran* Virginia Doran*
    posted a quote
    November 24, 2015 12:31am UTC
    The door opened. There was a light. I saw the blood and matted hair on my hands for a second; then it dimmed again. I heard footsteps coming down the stairs it was cold the stairs were made of wood in the squeaky one at the bottom loaded meets when he was here eleven, twelve, squeak thirteen."Get up!" he snarled I remain seated....he got mad he grabbed my arm and pulled me towards the door. my dull grey rags of clothes swished behind me I began to cry I did not want it to happen again you push me into a darker room. " Hello sweethart" The voice said I felt a pain in my neck and passed out.when I woke up, I was back in the cellar I started to pack of ground to the sharp object I had hidden."ouch" I said Found it, my name is Evlin, I've been trapped down here I don't know how I've been kidnapped from my home is missouri. But now, soon, not anymore.today I'm going to escape! " Get up" he snarls they always have a new one come and get me this is my third escape attempt but I know this time it will work the guard grabbed my arm and I dug the glass into his arm real deep, then pulled it out and hit his lungs with it in pulled it out again. He Rasps something illegible. I nearly slipped on his blood running up the stairs. I kick the door open and got to breathe in the night air. Then two more guards come after me I kick one in his round gut the jab the sharp object in his skull he died instantly the next one was fairly skinny, object between his eyes he took a minute to die."Hello sweethart you enjoy the celler?" The voice ask I took a step forward to staring beady eyed man in the face." Hello satin " I say coldly. Then I ran at him. I ran into him full force in him to fall back I grabbed his arm. " You have no idea how long I've wanted to see this look of fear on your face, I'm going to enjoy this moment " I pull him foreward forcing him to the ground and stab him repeatly then I hear sirens of police cars and rise from the pool of blood around me and run. Evlin landly. Dangerous mental patient has escaped Hospital incarceration for serial crime. Is extermly dangerous if seen call police immediately do not attempt contact at anytime

  19. Virginia Doran* Virginia Doran*
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    November 21, 2015 4:10am UTC
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  20. Virginia Doran* Virginia Doran*
    posted a quote
    November 18, 2015 9:39pm UTC
    when do you stop loving someone when do you just wake up not loving someone someone who you for years of your lifeloved with everything you had. Where does that love go


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