Yeah, I'm leaving again. Sorry. Just wanted to let you know...I don't know, whatever. If you want to talk to me or something...mishacollinshasthephonebox.tumblr.com. Only if I know you, please. Like, if you're one of my old friends or something. idek. I come on here every couple months to see if anyone comments on anything. No one does. So oh well.
this site makes me feel old. i was here when there were, like, 2,000 people on the site. everybody knew each other. it was like a little town, but with a heck of a lot of beatdown on dear old Steve (is he still here? Steve is still the big cheese, right? 'cuz Steve was cool. i am sorry about that whole rant thing, b-t-dub... ). then i kind of ran away... then i came back... and there's like 17,000 people. holy crap. and there's like, a new layout. i remember when everyone flipped because when they scrolled over a button, it turned uber-yellow and hurt people's eyes. and, like... jockers... and yeah xD i mean, there's probably still jockers and everything, but. y'know. i'll just jaunt on over to Steve's page and see who everyone's complaining about. anyway. yeah. thanks for reading this epic-fail post.
You Can Have All The Faith You Want in spirits and the afterlife; heaven and hell. But when it comes to this world, don't be an idiot. Because you can tell me that you put your faith in God to get you through the day, but when it comes to crossing the road, I know you'll look both ways. --Gregory House
once upon a time, there was a princess. she sat in her tower, imprisoned by her father, not waiting for her prince to save her. she knew already that escaping was impossible; she'd tried every possible way to escape. to escape from her own life. one day, though, someone did come. a prince. he wore shining armour, had touseled blonde hair, and was in every way the gentleman that everyone, before her entrapment, had said that someday she would fall in love with and marry. but. there was her heart to consider. he was not the one that she was destined to love, and the princess knew it, so it wasn't shocking to her when he left one day on a dragon hunt, leaving only a note that said that he hoped she would still care for him, and then was gone forever. never did he return, never did he seem to care how she was. finally, news came from a courier of her father's that he'd disowned her and made the prince his rightful heir. he'd also married off one of the princess's sisters to the prince, meaning that the prince belonged to someone else. however, it didn't matter. the princess was wise, and she knew what love was. she'd not loved that prince, and he'd not loved her. no matter how much time that princess had been in that tower; no matter how much the princess had longed for her only company that she'd had since being in that tower, she didn't love him. she'd never loved him, and she never would love him. because love wasn't there, and it was not important for her to pretend to love him.
no. i didn't fall "head over heels" in love with him. use your common sense, people. your head is always over your heels (i hope). no, i fell heels over head . because if my head were to fall over my heels, i'd have to learn to do a backflip.