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Quotes added on Monday, November 11 2013

  1. PrimarilyParamore* PrimarilyParamore*
    posted a quote
    November 11, 2013 12:05am UTC
    20 Day
    Band
    Challenge.
    All Time
    Low
    1. Band basics.
    2. First song you heard.
    3. Your favorite song.
    4. Your favorite album.
    5. Your favorite band member.
    6. Your favorite song title.
    7. Your favorite album title.
    8. Your favorite lyrics.
    9. Your favorite photo of the band.
    10. Your favorite album cover.
    11. Best song-related memory.
    12. Worst song-related memory.
    13. Best song
    14. Worst song.
    15. Best album.
    16. Worst album.
    17. Most-played song.
    18. Least-played song.
    19. Most popular song overall.
    20. Why is this your favorite band?
    Day 4: Favorite Band Member:
    To be honest I have
    to say(this list has no order to it)
    Alex Gaskarth, Jack Barakat, Zack Merrick, and Rian Dawson Jalex Barakarth
    I can seriously say that I don't have a favorite because they're all special in their own way to me.

  2. Victoria13 Victoria13
    posted a quote
    November 11, 2013 12:11am UTC
    I think I lost my bestfriend...

  3. Apologetic* Apologetic*
    posted a quote
    November 11, 2013 12:12am UTC
    you can be covered in scars
    and i won't think any less of you
    because that means you're strong enough to still breathe
    after all you've been through so,
    you inspire me,
    sweetheart. ♥

  4. Apologetic* Apologetic*
    posted a quote
    November 11, 2013 12:22am UTC
    if you hate me, i don't think i could handle it honestly
    you mean too much to me sweetie..

  5. PrimarilyParamore* PrimarilyParamore*
    posted a quote
    November 11, 2013 12:27am UTC
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  6. cupcakes21 cupcakes21
    posted a quote
    November 11, 2013 12:32am UTC
    If you didn't see it, don't believe it.


  7. posted a quote
    January 1, 1970 12:00am UTC
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  8. Pandepp Pandepp
    posted a quote
    November 11, 2013 12:43am UTC
    When you
    Argue
    Quite Frequently
    With the people
    You love,
    Your love
    Gets stronger
    Even if
    You don't realise it.
    Because
    In the end,
    You love the person
    More than you
    Love yourself
    And you
    WIll always
    Crawl back to them
    Begging
    For a second chance
    And I think
    That is
    The greatest kind of love
    Because no matter what
    You will always have each other
    cs

  9. Pandepp Pandepp
    posted a quote
    November 11, 2013 12:45am UTC
    She sits on a chair
    In her messy room,
    And holds the pen
    Firmly in her hand.
    She writes
    And writes
    And writes
    Because writing
    About you
    Is the only thing
    She can seem to do
    Without her
    Ending up
    In Tears
    cs

  10. angelsparks angelsparks
    posted a quote
    November 11, 2013 12:53am UTC
    That was it. I wanted to talk, but he wouldn't talk to me. I just wanted to ask him; 'Do you still want to be with me?' And the past few times I'd seen him we'd been busy but on this day he had no excuse. That morning he wouldn't talk to me though I stood three feet away. After all, I was supposed to be his girlfriend, right? Why wouldn't he just say hi?
    We don't sit together at lunch; in fact, he only sits a table away. I am pissxd because he didn't even look at me; I even see red. I throw a french fry in his general direction with no intentions of hitting him. But of course, it hits the side of his face. "Nice aim!" one of our mutual friends, Holloway, says, laughing. We'd been discussing him and that's why I threw the fry, because he wouldn't even acknowledge my prescence. I shouldn't have, but I do immature and irrational things when I get upset. Sometimes I wonder that if I hadn't thrown the fry, would everything had ended up differently? Was the fry just the tip of the iceberg? Where did the iceberg come from anyway?
    I stare at the back of Marshal's head as everyone around is still speaking of how good my aim was. How I'd just hit him in the face with a fry. Anger and tears well up in my eyes and finally I stand up and storm over to the table where he sits. I slide onto the bench next to him, almost as close as I usually sit but not quite. My tiny body was next to his large one and I look at him and suddenly I am so small. I feel like a kindergartener and a panic washes over me because I don't know how he's going to respond. I feel like I'm going to puke.
    "Why are you ignoring me?"
    He's in mid-chew, so he holds up a finger signalling me to wait. To wait for a few more agonizing seconds when I'm already completely ready to burst and cry. But I wait. And his chewing feels like it's forever and I study his face as quickly as I can even though my vision is blurring from tears that I won't let him see me cry.
    "Okay. I think we need to talk... but here isn't the place." He says. I sit and I register what he says and it takes me longer than I'd like, but to him it's probably only a few seconds (because he isn't agonizing over what I'm thinking, I know now that he doesn't care).
    "Where?"
    "Not here... or now," he says, as if I didn't know what the hxll he said before.
    "Yeah... where... and when?" I say softly, wanting to go and finish my food. Or at least just get away from him if he's not going to talk to me.
    He's silent for a few moments, thinking. "I'll... try to find you after school."
    "Okay." I know he won't... or at least, I should know. Because it's not like this will be the first time he's told me he'll find me and doesn't. I stand up and walk back to the table my friends and I were sitting at.
    We don't talk for the rest of the day and I worry and pine over what he has to tell me. Over what we have to talk about. Even though deep in my gut, I know. I just know.
    When I see him the next morning, I have convinced myself that he is going to talk to me now or he's not going to talk at all. It takes me a while to build up the courage but finally I approach him in the band room, shaking. I'm not good a social things, and once more I feel as if I'm going to puke. "Is now a good time to talk?" I ask him. He's standing by the wall where the tubas hang, his temple dangerously close to a tuba. I'm leaning across a piano that one of the girl's uses during marching band season. I look up at him, once more feeling small. Used to, standing next to him, I'd feel bigger, safer. He was my anchor.
    Now I just felt like I was going to puke all over his shoes. He looks at me, and his face is void of emotion but his eyes look a little sad. Or maybe now I'm just hoping it's sadness instead of nothing. "If you want."
    "Yeah," I say, just wanting to get it over with. I'm tired of wondering, and worrying, and hurting.
    He's quiet for what feels like a thousand eternities. I look at him as he stares at the ground, at the wall, at his shoes, at the piano, at everything but my face. It hurts because I can feel it coming but I'm praying silently that it is anything but that. Please. I love him too much for this to be happening. Please don't let it be --
    "Well, Angel... you're really nice and all... but we need to break up," he whispers; he gives a small nod at the end of the statement as if confirming it to himself as well as me. I guess I finally get the answer to my question. I instantly feel the tears flood but I will not let him see me cry. I will not. I won't.
    I swallow. "O-okay..." I say softly. "Thanks..." I lean over and hug him. For everything. He awkwardly wraps his arms around me for a second, wondering why the hxll I'm hugging him. I let go and turn on my heels, staring at my shoes, just making sure I put one foot in front of the other so I don't trip like I always do, trying not to run into anything with blurring vision. I make a beeline for the girls' bathroom and I lock myself in a stall, bawling. I can hear two of my fellow section members talking but I don't leave because I'm sobbing. I don't say anything. I just let myself cry until I can hold it back to leave the bathroom and go find my best friend.
    When I find her, all I do is hug her and cry because words won't come.
    And those were the last words I'd heard Marshal say. It's almost been a week and we see each other a lot in the halls and in band. And I miss him like heck. And I just want a reason why but I don't have the guts to ask.
    based off of true happenings
    angelsparks

  11. Niichole Niichole
    posted a quote
    November 11, 2013 12:55am UTC
    ❝No one ever lied straight to your face, and no one ever stabbed you in the back. You might think I'm happy but I'm not gonna be okay. Everybody always gave you what you wanted, you never had to work, it was always there.❞

  12. Model_B Model_B
    posted a quote
    November 11, 2013 12:55am UTC
    I was there for you remember that....


  13. posted a quote
    January 1, 1970 12:00am UTC
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  14. TheStolen TheStolen
    posted a quote
    November 11, 2013 1:12am UTC
    There's wind
    deadly wind
    over my head
    I'm watching as trees practically fall over
    Listening to the sirens
    And the lightning
    Let the wind carry you away
    into the oblivion beyond
    Maybe I'll pass you on your way
    cause I'm already gone
    It's calm now
    the shapes in the sky still move with the velocity of the king's sword
    swinging down over his enemies heads and taking over their thrones
    when all we can do is watch as the blood washes down upon him
    I see the fear
    the confusion
    the absolute terror of the surroundings
    Unknowing of what to do about this new situation
    While I sit here, in the middle of all the torrential destruction
    Wondering if it's that time or not
    But the time
    the time has already passed
    but it also has yet to come
    sooner or later
    what is the difference?
    neither
    Time is an essence of life
    It neither dies nor can it continue to live
    whether ours is up means nothing to time itself
    It will continue its terrible rampage as it separates the worlds of all those around you
    It's almost like a terribly "beautiful" song
    where the ending can come as unexpected as the beginning
    This storm
    can be that ending if it so chooses
    but it could also be a beginning
    only time will tell
    but one thing is for sure
    "Time loves secrets"
    Time
    the keeper of secrets
    but what is time, but a perception
    our time may not be the same as anything elses
    it moves faster
    or slower
    or not at all
    Time
    time time time
    a horrible curse
    an amazing love story
    a tragic "End"
    It leads to all of these "things"
    and taking what remains with it
    the stories of all of those who have been plagued with "Time" are long forgotten
    taken away into the secrets of "Time"
    the worst part, is that those could be our secrets some day
    to forever be lost and forgotten over the eons of decimation
    Severing all of our ties to existence itself
    leading into nothing but "End"
    Or does time have an end?
    For when did time start?
    when we started to feel it?
    During the big bang?
    or before?
    You answered your own questions
    because
    Time "loves" secrets
    Time is secrets
    As is everything else
    But to give time being, is to give End a being
    Endings do exist
    whether we like them or not
    But of course they exist
    but when does it stop?
    An end to all ends perhaps
    and that
    Is the secret
    Times oldest secret
    one that at this point Time itself even fears
    what could stop time?
    or WHO could stop time?
    Who or What?
    time time time again
    Maybe time itself doesn't even know this secret
    That is why it fears it
    Maybe the who or what knows
    But it will never tell
    Bound to secrecy for eternity
    and that is the truth
    or reality
    that has escaped the firmaments of life and death themselves
    never slowing or stopping for anyone.
    Time does not pick favorites
    time just is
    or is not.
    We do not have a choice
    time will never allow it
    time is too short for us
    because time has decided that for us
    an unending amount of times and lives
    could continue over endless eon
    but we would never know about them
    parallels apon parallels.
    There are worlds of time that we can only wish to transpire
    but of course we will never know.
    Time is a cruel and treacherous beast
    that even itself doesn't know its ends.
    You can say that you don't believe in it
    but it will not give you a choice.
    Time will never tell
    because time doesn't care
    Time
    Doesn't
    Care
    And so the storm begins to pass
    and my mind is free to exist another time

  15. PrimarilyParamore* PrimarilyParamore*
    posted a quote
    November 11, 2013 1:14am UTC
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  16. Victoria13 Victoria13
    posted a quote
    November 11, 2013 1:14am UTC
    Saying I don't care about you is a slap to the face.

  17. TheFifthMarauder TheFifthMarauder
    posted a quote
    November 11, 2013 1:29am UTC
    Why are we away building a nation when our own is crumbling?

  18. 4nnardx3 4nnardx3
    posted a quote
    November 11, 2013 1:38am UTC
    "I'm fine, just tired."
    tired of the tears.
    tired of being sad.
    tired of being lonely.
    tired of trying so hard.
    tired of never being good enough.
    tired of the act i put on everyday.
    just tired.

  19. Model_B Model_B
    posted a quote
    November 11, 2013 1:42am UTC
    why is that the one you love dont love you back but the one who loves you you dont love them back

  20. DakotaSunsaray DakotaSunsaray
    posted a quote
    November 11, 2013 1:42am UTC
    And by any means, she wasn't flawless, but it was her flaws that made her so d*mn beautiful.

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