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  1. posted a quote
    January 1, 1970 12:00am UTC
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  2. BravoSierra BravoSierra
    posted a quote
    June 1, 2013 6:40pm UTC
    It's official you guys. I'm a high school graduate.

  3. MissAnna MissAnna
    posted a quote
    May 28, 2013 9:06pm UTC
    do not put down thinner girls
    to make bigger girls feel better


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    January 1, 1970 12:00am UTC
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  5. carson5482 carson5482
    posted a quote
    May 9, 2013 4:03pm UTC
    If only hatred burned calories.
    I would literally be air.

  6. ChocoTaco ChocoTaco
    posted a quote
    May 8, 2013 7:22pm UTC
    I get jealous when
    Someone else has your attention. It's not even because I'm needy or insecure, but I don't want someone else to realize how amazing you are and them to steal you away from me. I just really don't want to lose you to someone else. You mean too much to me for that to happen.

  7. capsized* capsized*
    posted a quote
    April 28, 2013 12:37am UTC
    DESCRIBE THE COLOR
    red [x] [x] [x]
    WITH OUT USING THE WORD RED.
    When you dip her in the middle of
    the dance floor, it is the color of her
    dress.
    When she whispers in your ear, it is
    the color of her lips.
    When you make love, it is the trace
    you want her to leave all over your
    body.
    When she places her palm over your
    heart, it is the color that come to the
    surface as her fingertips trail like a
    sentence that can never be finished.
    When you see her in your bedroom
    with another, it is the color of your
    breath.
    When you smash the vase in the hall,
    it is the color that threatens you to
    abandon the shattered pieces.
    when you scream at the top of your
    lungs, it is the color that pierces the
    atmosphere.
    When she hears you, it is the color
    of her pulse.
    When you look into her eyes for the
    last time, it is the fading color of
    your heart falling to your knees.
    It is not the color you see when
    she leaves.

  8. 365days* 365days*
    posted a quote
    April 27, 2013 12:35pm UTC
    THIS ONE IS FOR YOU MUSIC NERDS LIKE US
    *My sister and I trying to teach a boy to play piano*
    Boy: Did you ever take piano lessons?
    Sister: No, Im a natural I guess.
    Me: Well, aren't you sharp?
    Sister: Take notes then.
    Me: Now, lets not cause any treble.
    Sister:
    Me: Score!
    Sister: Give it a rest.
    Me: Are we going to be doing this the whole time?
    Sister: I could go on for forte days.
    Me: That would B major.
    Sister: I swear, you are beat in' me up over this.
    Me: Im sorry, I didn't mean to. It was accidental.
    Sister: You have some major problems.
    Me: I don't like your tone.
    Boy: Come on guys, compose your thoughts carefully.
    Sister: Yeah, lets stick to the coda conduct.
    Me: Okay, this is getting ritarded.
    Sister: Yeah, I can't think of anymore clefer things to say.
    Me: This is alto much for me.
    Sister: This is really becoming unbarible.
    Me: Good thing you are A minor. Your jokes are so bad, you could have got double time.
    Boy: What is going on? Why are you guys laughing so much?
    Sister: Well, bassically- *starts laughing*
    Me: Okay, lets just get bach to the music. Its too much for her to handel.
    Yes, we had an entire conversation in music puns. If you don't know much about music and band, this probably makes no sense.

  9. Hale_Storm18 Hale_Storm18
    posted a quote
    April 22, 2013 7:13pm UTC
    I think a lot of overweight girls are hypocrites. I'm naturally skinny, I eat
    what I want, I don't starve myself, and I am beautiful. So why are you allowed to love your "curves", but it's wrong for me to love my "bones"? Why is it okay for you to call me anorexic, but horrible for me to call you fat? If you can feel beautiful for being big, I can feel beautiful for being small.
    Get over it.

  10. *Elena;~ ♥* *Elena;~ ♥*
    posted a quote
    April 2, 2013 8:42pm UTC
    Imagine getting married.
    After many months of planning,
    you're standing at the altar with your signifigant other.
    You're in a beautiful room filled with all of your friends and family.
    And every single person in that room over the age of 10
    Knows your getting laid
    tonight.

  11. BravoSierra BravoSierra
    posted a quote
    April 2, 2013 12:54pm UTC
    BravoSierra's format
    You think Lebron is better than Jordan?
    Yeah right. Talk to me when Lebron saves the Looney Toons from an alien race.

  12. capsized* capsized*
    posted a quote
    March 31, 2013 11:10pm UTC
    kim kardashian wants to name her child easton.
    EASTon.
    please remember this childs father will be kanye WEST.
    DONT YOU GET IT ?!
    EASTON WEST
    EAST AND WEST
    WHY ARE THESE PEOPLE ALLOWED TO HAVE CHILDREN ?!

  13. ThatsSoMeee ThatsSoMeee
    posted a quote
    April 1, 2013 3:04pm UTC
    It’s funny
    how big of an impact you have on me.
    It’s like when I see you,
    you don’t even have to speak.
    All you have to do is smile,
    and it can make my day
    and that’s how I remember all of my reasons
    for loving you.

  14. x_damaged_x x_damaged_x
    posted a quote
    March 30, 2013 11:19pm UTC
    One day,
    when I wake up at 3 am,
    unable to sleep,
    I will look next to me
    and you will be there.
    Sleeping peacefully beside me
    and suddenly,
    the world won't seem so lonely.


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    January 1, 1970 12:00am UTC
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    January 1, 1970 12:00am UTC
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  17. xxHelloLovelyxx xxHelloLovelyxx
    posted a quote
    March 13, 2013 7:27pm UTC
    in his arms
    Chapter 65
    The sixth day I went without eating was the day nobody left my side. We all sat in the living room together as Anthony recited a book aloud to us.
    It was Stained, by Jennifer Richard Jacobson. As he retold the story, I was sort of swept back to San Salvador, where Anthony and I first lived together, where we first shared the same bed. Reflecting back, I realized those sixteen days were the happiest days of my life.
    All because of Anthony.
    My head was in his lap, and a warm blanket covered my body.
    I wasn’t listening to his words anymore; rather I was focused on his face.
    I remembered when Billy died, and how I spent days in my room, crying and alone. I hoped Anthony wouldn’t be like that over me. I hoped he wouldn’t cry over me. I spent the last four months of my life working so hard just to make him happy. I didn’t want to make him unhappy in any way now.
    I’d seen him cry plenty of times since I became like this. He tried to be secretive with it, but wasn’t always successful. Even now I swore his eyes looked slightly glassier than they normally did.
    I wasn’t afraid of death anymore. I guess in some respect I was, but not nearly as much as I had been. I’d grown to be accepting of it, and almost appreciative of it. It was some sort of escape from this pain.
    I felt my breathing turn raspy, almost like my throat was closing. I tried to remain calm and slow my breathing. I hoped nobody would notice.
    Of course, Anthony did. He only looked at me shortly. I tried to force a smile to tell him that I was okay, but my lips couldn’t manage a twitch.
    I felt his breath on my face. He was warm and enchanting. I closed my eyes with the delight of his breath on me.
    I heard him put the book down as he cradled me in his arms. I was in his arms, and I was okay.
    I loved the feeling of being in his arms. His arms felt like home, like I belonged there, like they morphed perfectly to my body. Like they were made just for me. In his arms, I was fit. Invincible, even. And I loved it.
    In his arms, I felt healthy, and he felt healthy beneath me. I felt no hindrances of chemotherapy or of leukemia, and every breath I took seemed fresher than the next.
    I was strong again. I was resilient and focused, and life was breathed into me. I was vigorous. I had confidence.
    I was safe. I was protected. Nothing could get at me; I wasn’t afraid. In his arms, I was fearless.
    He created a shield around me by simply letting me swim in the perfection of his touch. In his arms, I was sheltered.
    He took the weight of the world off of my shoulders by simply wrapping his arms around my body. We were okay now. I was okay now. Not even the illusory fear of death could penetrate the wall of protection Anthony’s arms created.
    I loved his hugs. I felt needed, wanted. In his arms, I felt loved. Like I had a purpose. Like I was someone’s reason to smile, laugh, fight, live, even. I loved the feeling his arms brought over me.
    He had a way of making me feel like I was on air, like I had no problems. He created a world of his own by wrapping his arms around me.
    And I became breathless, weightless. I hadn’t any problems. I was lost again. It was amazing, how I felt in his arms.
    And in his arms, I had purpose. I wasn’t worthless anymore. He filled the vacancy in my chest with an infinite love. He completed me.
    In his arms, I was important. He made me feel special. His arms were weak themselves, but they made me feel so strong.
    I was in his arms, and I was okay.
    And just like that, the pain was gone. I felt healthy again, like I did the night we spent on the lake. The night I fell in love with him.
    I was in his arms, and I was okay.
    I couldn’t feel his touch on me anymore. I could only feel the water that surrounded me. It was warm and gentle and dark. It reminded me of the waters of San Salvador, and I imagined that the beach there would be my heaven. I bathed myself in the water.
    I inhaled gently. My last breath.
    I was in his arms, and I was okay.
    The End.

  18. Cari22 Cari22
    posted a quote
    March 1, 2013 3:28pm UTC
    Do you ever get that feeling that you were born in the wrong decade?

  19. alyson545 alyson545
    posted a quote
    January 21, 2013 9:24pm UTC
    Ten Reasons Why
    Chapter Three|Part Two
    Huh, I guess he does know a bit about me.
    Like my name.
    That was a big shocker considering first of all- I'm at the bottom of the food chain, no one takes the time to remember my name.
    Especially Noah Montes; the big bad scary hot guy who doesn't care about anyone.
    Or so I thought.
    Looking up at him, I internally complimented those stunning forest green eyes all of the girls at school gushed about. Not to mention that drop-dead gorgeous smi-
    Snap out of it, Raina.
    I slapped myself on the forehead.
    Noah seemed to ignore my weird behavior, continuing to talking.
    "And if you'll give me the chance, I want you to give me some time- nothing over a month- to make up some reasons on why life is worth living for you," He said determinately.
    My eyes widened a fraction at that. Had he seriously just said that?
    I shook my head in disbelief slowly, my eyes tearing. Okay, i'll admit it.
    I'm weak.
    "I still don't get why you even care, I'm sure you have better things to do than help some socially awkward nerd who you barely know..."
    He shrugged,
    "Not really."
    He thankfully didn't notice, or just hadn't mentioned my teary eyes.
    I looked at him in disbelief.
    "So that's it? That's your explanation? Not really?" I imitated his voice, making mine sound ridiculously low.
    I watched him chuckle a bit, and couldn't help but noticed how cute he looked.
    Oh my god. I sound like those stupid girls at school.
    I mean, I couldn't help but noticed how stupid he looked, duh.
    I sighed and wondered if this was some kind of dumb practical joke that his friends and him had set up.
    But then again, he looked so serious.
    Which is why I couldn't help but give in.
    "Fine. No more than three weeks," I said with a nod.
    Besides, what do I have to lose?
    ________________________
    awh, i lost faves :'(
    that really sucks.

  20. softballxwin27 softballxwin27
    posted a quote
    January 21, 2013 10:55am UTC
    In a hostage situation,
    I'm sure I'd get killed first.
    Robber: "Who should I kill first?"
    Me: "It's WHOM shall I kill first."

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