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Anujsomany
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September 11, 2016 12:54am UTC

"An effective way to say as who is morally RIGHT is that if a person does speak or write the corrective things consistently, then the networking people often tend to ignore him or do not like his thoughts ever."
~Anuj Somany

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Anujsomany
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September 6, 2016 12:17am UTC

“When a sensible quote is adored a lot by many or most people on a person’s INDIVIDUAL social media account, then wondering why it feels usually as if he has either cracked a joke under the guise of a thought or others are just trying to poke fun on him through a deluge of LIKE & COMMENT vote and often both; especially more when the same post has also his own photo on it.”
~Anuj Somany

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*brianna*
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April 20, 2015 8:27pm UTC

stupid question, how do you add pictures to your quotes?

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Crazy_Beautiful202
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January 15, 2015 12:02am UTC

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How many times did I find myself on his bathroom floor cowering beneath him, feeling the hot spit land on me as he screamed? Stop crying like a baby. You're crazy. No one else would put up with you. How many times did I shudder on that floor counting my breaths, bringing myself back from the brink of suffocation during a panic attack that was triggered by one of these maniacal and regular assults? But he never hit me.
How many hours did I remain on that bathroom floor after he had gone to bed, my eyes red with burst blood vessels? How many times did I hear the sound of his snores and realize he had fallen asleep, no more than a meter away, to the sound of me hyperventilating while still in the throes of that panic attack? How many times did I whisper aloud, "How did I get here? How did I become this girl?" How many times did I tell myself to get up, call a cab and walk out the front door? How many times did I get up and look in that mirror and fail to recognize myself? How much hate could I have for the broken girl staring back at me? But he never hit me.
How many times did I crawl into that bed, rather than into a cab, and wake up with his arms around me, telling me that I brought it out in him? He wasn't like this. I made him like this. I needed to change the way I approached him about these things. Be less accusatory. If I just softened my approach, it would allow him to react differently. How many times did I adjust my approach before I realized the only way to avoid the abuse was not to bring it up at all? But he never hit me.
How many emails and text messages did I find? How many parties did we attend knowing that one of the women was there? I learned quickly not to address it so that "I" wouldn't ruin a perfectly nice evening. When his family member asked me if a lipstick she had found under the couch was mine, I threw it away and said nothing more of it. Neither did she. Another humiliation taken in silence. But he never hit me.
How many times did he tell me he was going to sleep, out for dinner with a client, couldn't hear his phone, but actually taking out another woman? How many times did he ignore my calls and call the next morning telling me nothing had happened? It was sadistic. I could see how much he enjoyed being that powerful. How many defamatory lies did he concoct and propagate to my colleagues and friends when I walked away from him? How many times did he smear my reputation? How many times did I go back, believing every promise that he was a new man, believing every half-hearted apology? But he never hit me.
How many times did a friend pick me up because he had kicked me out of bed in the middle of the night for questioning him about one of the women? How many times did I go back before those friends had had enough. How many times did I defend him and justify his behavior when I told a friend about what he had done? When did I stop telling altogether to avoid the shame of the insanity of the circumstances I was somehow in -- The shame of being a strong independent woman who couldn't take care of herself enough to leave a situation that was so toxic? When did I stop expecting more? But he never hit me.
How could I explain to someone that believed it was partly my fault, even though I was embarrassed to hear those beaten woman's words spoken from my lips. No one really understood. No one knew him like I did. It was my job to protect him from the truth of what he did to me. I couldn't let them think he was a monster. I wouldn't tell anyone. I was entirely alone. But he never hit me.
My solitude meant that I could no longer see the reflection in other people's eyes indicating what was normal. I could only see the reflection in his eyes and began to believe what he told me about myself. I began to believe his irrational explanations despite my own heart and eyes. I let him define reality. I became isolated. It became easier to cut off my support networks completely than to have to lie about everything. Than to face the humiliation of my reality. A part of me knew that once they knew the extent of what was happening, they would force me to get out for good. I knew I would always need to even in the worst of times. But he never hit me.
I set a benchmark. The red line I wouldn't cross. The minute he hit me, I would leave. But the truth is, I know I wouldn't have left then either. I would have rationalized that in hitting me, he would realize how out of hand things were. Everything would change now. I wouldn't have left. By hurting me, he showed me he loved me. He cared enough to go that crazy. He cared so much that he was overwhelmed by anger and jealousy or sadness and simply couldn't control himself.
When it was over, I wasn't permitted to mourn him. No one could understand how love, hate, fear and comfort could coexist simultaneously. They could not understand that in addiction to my abuser, I also lost my confidant, the person to make dinner with, the person to watch movies on a rainy sunday, the person to laugh with, the person who knew me. I lost my companion. How can you explain to someone that the abuse was only a part of who he was? How do you explain that to yourself?
There are still days when I remember tender moments and wonder if it really was that bad. I still struggle with reconciling how he could love me to the point of tears and yet hurt me as if I was an enemy. Like a child, I'm learning to redefine the borders of normal behavior and to realign my expectations. I remind myself that acts of violence can never be acts of love.
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Baberz145
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October 10, 2014 9:51pm UTC

Giving out my number to all who comment

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*Freedom*
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July 29, 2014 9:07pm UTC

Do me a favor and go favorite this cover:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uOjjLhK9D80&feature=youtu.be
I tried everything but you need to copy and paste

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TRU3LOV3FOR3V3R *
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July 29, 2014 8:47pm UTC

PLEASE READ!!!
So, I have OCD, and one of my compulsions is to scratch my head to the point where its become scabbed all over and often bloody.
However, recently I scratched a couple of scabs off of either side of my head, and it didn't bleed like usual. Instead they have been lightly oozing a clear, sticky liquid for three days now nonstop. This has never happened before, not even for a short amount of time. I thought it was weird when it first started happening but now, three days later, I'm starting to feel a bit concerned.
I've done my best to keep my hands away from them for the most part, even wearing a hat to discourage unconscious scratching. I've picked at it a couple times but not much. I have a few other scabs in other areas of my head that I scratched off but they behaved like normal; a little blood and then nothing, no clear liquid. Its just these two wounds on the exact parallel sides of my head.
My hair in the areas of the oozing wounds has become damp and matted with the stuff, its disgusting.
Does anyone know what's going on here and what I should do?
Please be kind, I don't feel like hearing comments of disgust directed at my bad habit. I can't really help it, as much as I try to.

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Alexim!ca*
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July 29, 2014 3:44am UTC

GIVE ME A BAND!!!
Band:
Am I A Fan:
First Song I Ever Heard:
Favorite Song:
Seen Live:
Favorite Member:

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Aurora876
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July 27, 2014 8:13pm UTC

I wish you feel the same pain I do. You caused it, you should fix it.

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*Freedom*
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July 12, 2014 3:58pm UTC

Kiss Me

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amaris_echo
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July 1, 2014 1:03am UTC

Until I met you.
Chapter Four:
I woke up confused to see light pink walls, and me covered in a floral blanket, and instantly remembering that I slept at Melanies house last night. Before you get ahead of yourselves, let me explain.
So We've been hanging out for like 2 weeks everyday now, and it was always the same thing, going to the beach, walking down a path we found by accident, and I remember the day perfectly.
We were walking and we saw some people trying to 'get it on' in the sand, so we decided to cut through the boulders. We came to a cave, It wasn't dark and scary likke you'd think it was actually illuminating, luring us in. Our faces must have just about fallen off. our jaws almost hitting the ground.
Walking in farther, I kept Melanie close, not wanting her to get hurt by any possible danger, which seemed to me impossible in this place. "Wow, look." She pointed at the water reflecting off the speckling walls of the cave. I walked closer, Melanie not too far behind. "Mel, be careful." I felt her there but her mind was somewhere else.
The sounds of trickeling water was the only thing you could hear in that cave. It was absolutely soothing. "Issac..." I snapped my head back to look at her, and saw that she had gotten farther than I had. "You're going to pee yourself when you see this." I slowly made my way to her.
The view was mirraculous. Shimmering water, the small amount of water streaming dow the side of the cave and into, what I could only assume was a swimming hole. The sun was shining in, and some waves coming in from the ocean just outside the other end of the cave.
"This is the single most amazing place I have literally ever seen." I looked over at her glimmering eyes as her face hit up. The lighting was extremely flattering to her, every lighting was.
We've been coming here ever since. After going to our swcret place, we would go to the diner down the road, and eat dinner. And then we would go back to one of our houses to watch a movie before we said our goodbyes for the night.
Yesterday was different. Yesterday was amazing, frightening, and confusing all together. It started off as just a regular day, until she didn't show up after leaving to grab her swim suit from her house. It was the first day we would swim in our special swimming hole.
My phone rang. "Mel?" She was sobbing, I couldn't make out a thing she was saying. "Issac....Please come." I instantly jumpred from my seat running to her house. I ran, watching as I pass every house, which is a complete blu until I freeze up in front of Melanie's house.
Sirens, The flashing lights, the stretchers going into the house. "No." I ran through the crowd and passed the cops, detectives and straight into the house. Instant flash back. "Issac, I need you to remember what happened for me buddy, okay? I know it's hard, but we need to keep you safe." I remember Nina calming me as the detectives continued asking me questions.
"Issac?!" I snapped out of it, instantly running onto the stairs, holding Melanie as close to me as I could, I could feel te shoulder of my shirt getting cold and wet, and I rubbed her back, and holding her head.
'Issac, I know you miss them." I hugged Nina, she was holding me closely, petting my hair. I couldn't help but scream at night, I still do from time to time.
"Issac....they're dead." I pulled away looking her in he blood-shot eyes. "Who?" She chocked back the ongoing sobbing she would have for the rest of her life. "My parents." I held her close, knowing exactly what she was feeling right now. This would never leave her.
"Melanie...I cannot begin to explain how sorry I am..." She hugged me. "I saw him you know....He came in my room first." I shook my head, not believing what I was hearing. It was impossible that it was the same guy, right? Maybe I am just over thinking this.
"I hid under my bed, he kept yelling that he was sorry for what he was going to do. He got caught, he's in the car." I looked over, sighing that it wasn't the same man. "They say that he was an ex employyee of my Dad's company."
I just held her close. "Melanie Cowwell. We're going to need you to come down to the station and give your witness report. She held onto me tightly. "Issac, please don;t leave my side." I held her close, "I wont let you be alone, ever again."
"You did an amazing job giving the details Issac, how about we go and get you some icecream?" I smiled at Nina, she seemed to be a really nice lady. "I don't want to be left alone forever." She held onto my hand, walking to her car. "I won't let you be alone, ever again."
After going to the station, and listening to Melanie sob and stutter for an hour as these detectives tried their best to be nice, while asking questions. "And who is this with you?" I spoke up, knowing that Melanie didn't want to talk anymore. "Uh, Issac. Issac Frans." The detective on the right sipped from his coffee. "Where you from?" I told him and he held his hand out and onto my shoulder. "I was there." I furrowed my eyebrows, confused.
Oh? Oh....OH, was he? I suppose he looked like he was old enough to have been there, he did have greying hair after all. "I looked down at Melanie, and back up to him as he spoke. "It must be hard to be around all of this." Melanie looked up at me, her eyes swollen and red, tears on her cheeks. "What does he mean?" Oh boy. Now I had to explain it to her, and while she's going through all of this. I simply nodded at the man, and put my arm around melanie, and walking out of the door with her.
She looked up at me, still waiting for an answer. "Lets discuss this over ice-cream, deal?" She nodded. We ate ice-cream, and I explained everything, her face as less puffy and red, the ice-cream and my story had helped. She was understnding in why I hadn't just told her in the first place. She told me how she felt a little better, knowing she had someone to understand what she was going through.
And then I walked her home.
"Issac, I'm scared." I scratched the back of my neck, sighing. I was nervous for what i was about to say. "I could, uh you know. stay the night. Only if you wouldn't mind, to uh, be there for you and stuff." Asmile grew across her face for the first time since I had seen her leave for her bathingsuit this morning. "I would love that."
Long story short, she had a nightmare, so I I went to check up on her. "Melanie, are you okay?" I peek my head into the door. I could see her face in the little luminant glow coming on from the street lights. She looked like she had seen a ghost. "Issac, I don't want to sound creepy but.." She scooted toward the wall on her bed opening the covers. "Could you?" I nodded.
I could barely fall asleep, I thought about my birth parents. "Sweetie, we love you so much, you don't have to be afraid." I held my stuffed dinosaur close. "But mommy, I'm scared." I walked up to the pre-school doors, other kids walking in willingly. She bent down hugging me. "Issac, you're so brave, you'll get through it." Then I thought back to the night they would be gone forever, remembering how much I tried myself I could get through anything, but I was too young, I couldn't do this, no matter how strong I was. Eventually, I had fallen asleep.
And that's how we got here, I woke to the smell of bacon. Mmmmm bacon. I walked into the kitchen, my nose filling with multiple fragrances. "You looked so peacefull, didn't want to wake you." She held up a plate for me. "Thanks." I groggily walked over into the seat she set the plate in front of, in my blue pajama pants, and white tanktop, my hair looking a mess. "Oh and Issac? Please call me Mel."
[AUTHORS NOTE:]
I have said before, that I also have this story on Wattpad, if you have that and want to follow me/ read it on there. My user: izoraascelin .
Also, if you liked this, favorite, follow, and comment. I will update when I can! If you would like to get notified, comment, and I will notify you. I hope you like this story! I hope to have people read this, because I would love feedback, and readers! <3
THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH.

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amaris_echo
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July 1, 2014 1:01am UTC

Until I met you.
Chapter Three:
"Strawberry smoothie for my friend here, he's had a rough day." John was at the counter trying to set me up. I wasn't fully against it. We were all sitting around at this point, around a pile of sticks in the middle of a circle of rocks in the sand, waiting for the fire to start. The moon looked so gorgeous glimmering it's reflection of the low tide of the ocean. "I'll bring it over when I'm done here okay?" My palms started to get warm, and sweaty. My leg starting shaking. "John I don't know about this." He sat next to me, putting his arm around me. "You'll be fine, you got game bro." I laughed. "Game? What is this? Middle school?" He nodded. "It might as well be, you're the new kid, and you're sitting at the cool table, it's a new start." I shook my head at his nonsense. It's not a cool kid table, it's a beach. I went with it though. I looked down at my hands, fiddling with my fingers. I hadn't felt this nervous since my first date ever. "Get ahold of yourself." I said to myself, not a second after this, a smoothie cup was in my face. "Talking to yourself eh? Are you some sort of crazy maniac on the loose?" I smiled, looking over at her smooth face, gorgeous green eyes, and light brown hair, with green tips. Wow.
"Well, are you a maniac?" I shook my head. No, but you could make me go crazy any day I thought. "Issac." I extended my hand. "Melanie." We shook hands and I felt a jolt of excitement through my fingertips. "Melanie, would you like to take him on a walk?" I looked over at John, smug look on his face. "I'm not a dog." She stood up, pointing to the shore line. "I don't mind at all." I stood up, looking at her body. As we continued, I looked every inch of her over. She had one side of her lip pierced with a stud, a nose ring, and her ears had tunnels in them. She was wearing a Bring me the horizon t shirt, and blue skinny jeans. She was gorgeous. "So Issac. What brings you to California?" I waved back at John, who I could hear laughing at me. "John's getting married, and I decided I wanted to live out here." Things were quiet for a moment, before we stopped, and she pulled me dowen onto the sand. "Woah Uhm.." She giggled. "Look at the stars you pervert." I couldn't help but smile.
We instantly connected, and our pasts were pouring out of us like soup. "Wow, I can't believe you had to walk through the store with a thong on your head." She rolled around laughing. "It was such a rebel moment." I looked at her, sitting up. "So what about your mom and dad?" I didn't want to ask at first, because I know how I would feel about talking about it. "Well, Normal family I guess. Rich parents, not much time for me when I was growing up. They didn't approve of my friends, or my clothes, or my music. I started to get fat and they laughed in my face, telling me I had it coming." My hand made it to her shoulder. "Oh my god, Melanie. I'm sorry." I hesitated at her silence for a moment, "Well if it makes any difference, I think you're beautiful the way you are, and they are nuts to laugh at you." I could see a sparkle in her eye, as her face lit up, and she hugged me. "Thank you so much." She cried into my shoulder, pulling away, wiping her tear. "So what's your horrror story of a childhood?" I gulped at the way she said it. "Horror story". "Well.." I didn't want to feel like it was a competition of who's life was worse, so I skipped the 'horror' part. "Well I was adopted into a loving family, they were nice, they loved me like I was theirs, and I guess I couldn't have asked for a better child hood." But I did, every single day I wish my parents were still alive, no matter how much I loved Nina and her family..I wish I could had grown with mine. "
Melanie smiled. "So you had the perfect childhood?" I nodded. "Mostly." The sky started to turn orange. "Wow it's beautiful, isn't it?" I looked up and shot up. "It's seriously been that long?" She nodded. "I guess time flies." I helped her up, and started to walk toward the now crimpson glow of the fire pit. "You want me to take you home?" She nodded, grabbing her jacket from one of the logs, and putting it on, and we walked tp her front door, only a block away from where I was now living.
"I'll see you around." I started down the drive way, and on the whole walk home all I could think of was Melanie, which was starting to weird me out a bit. I never really had a girlfriend, and I wasn't sure how these things went. I didn't know how to tell if a girl liked you, how long to wait to ask a girl out, or anythinng like that. I just hoped It would lead to that some day. She may have been weird and unacceptable to most people, but I thought she was gorgeous. The most beautiful person I had ever seen. I kicked a rock into the street knowing I would have to explain myself to John and Grace. I walked up to the door, opening it to see Grace and John looking at me, holding a plate of waffles. "Welcome home." I blushed, kicking off my shoes. "Hey guys, I just went for a walk." They saw right through my lie. "Dude, don't you think I know what happened?" John raised his eyebrows. "What happened exactly?" Grace asked. I scratched the back of my neck. "Well, we talked, and the sun started to come up, so I walked her home." John Kissed Grace and looked back at me. "None of that?" I shook my head. "I was a comlete gentleman." Grace patted me on the head. "Good boy." We all laughed.
I hadn't seen Melanie for a week after that night, but I'm getting ahead of myself. We were sitting on the porch. "Hey there downy boy." I rolled my eyes as I saw Bev walking up to me. "Hi." She put a fake frown on her face. "Not happy to see me?" I shrugged. "I'm tired." She sat on the chair next to mine and touched my leg. "So I heard you were with Jelly Mellie." I raised an eyebrow. "Who?" She giggled, "Melanie, the fat smoothie girl." I stood up, pushing the chair in at the table. "Don't call her that." She laughed. "Why not? It's true." I rolled my eyes again. "You ever think that being nice to people will make you a better person? Like all I ever hear you do is complain and gossip ana insult people." She studied her fingernails. "Nice doesn't pay the rent." I scoffed. "Neither does being a bit**." She smiled, "Well I have a place to live, don't I?" I smiled back deviously. "Daddy pays your bills Bev. It doesn't count." I walked away feeling much better. At this point I hadn't seen Melanie in three days. I had walked down to the Smoothie Shack a few times, noone had seen her.
"John... What is wrong with me?" He gently held his hand on my shoulder. "I don't know dude, I'd say love but you barely know the girl." I sighed, getting up and going into my now decorated room. I had bought myself a plain light gray bedspread. My pillows were those big soft fluffy ones, slept like a damn baby. My window had a gorgeous view of the beach, and also had a day bed infront of it. There was a desk, where I kept my writing, drawings, and books at. There was a walk in closet with a mirror on the side of it. There was also quite a bit of space to move around. I could hear John yelling to me, but I pretended to be asleep. "Dude you got a visitor." I shot up, instantly trying to act as if that did not just happen. "Oh, uhm. You wont believe the nightmare I just had." He looked at me unamusement on his face. "Pretend all you want. Just come downstairs." I nervously messed my hair, looking in the mirror.
I casually, extremely casually might I add, fall down the stairs. "Sh*t" I mutter under my breath as I feel blood running down my toes. "Smooth." I look up and blush, seeing Melanie looking down on me. "Oh, you're bleeding.. " I stood up, not letting my bloody foot touch Grace's floor. "It's fine." She hurried next to me, insisting I lean on her until we get to the first aide kit in the bathroom. "You need to sit on the toilet." I sat down, lifting my foot up and proping it up onto the sink. "I watched her as she rummaged through the first aide kit, getting frustrated at how small of the bandaids were. I very much wanted to ask her where she was, but if she had made sure that noone had known where she was, she wanted to keep it that way. "Ah! Perfect!" I smiled as she cleaned my foot with warm soapy water, putting on the bandaid and returning the smile I had given her. "Issac, I'm sorry I haven't been around the past few days." My eyes popped open in shock, could she read my mind? "I had a few....minorities." I stood up, looking down into her eyes and then her looking away blushing. "I was just worried about you, kinda thought my sexyness scared you off." Her face got redder. "You're so cocky." I winked at her. What was coming over me? This girl was bringint the confidence out in me more and more each day, and from that day on, we were together every moment. And I liked the way she made me feel.
[AUTHORS NOTE:]
I have said before, that I also have this story on Wattpad, if you have that and want to follow me/ read it on there. My user: izoraascelin .
Also, if you liked this, favorite, follow, and comment. I will update when I can! If you would like to get notified, comment, and I will notify you. I hope you like this story! I hope to have people read this, because I would love feedback, and readers! <3
THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH.

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mtndewhm*
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May 30, 2014 11:34pm UTC

Hey guys, it's been a while.
Not sure sure if I'm going to continue getting on again. Not sure why I stopped in the first place.
I'm not sure if any of you have worried about me, or thought about me at all. I doubt any of you have, I've only ever talked to a few of you.
But there are some of you I do want to talk to still, and I doubt you'll realize I do. But hey, I'm not going to put your name here, because I don't want you to feel obligated to talk to me if you don't want to. But if you want to talk to me, like texting talk because I honestly don't know if I'll be on here much more, then leave a comment here. If you're one of the people, I'll reply with my number.
I don't know why I'm doing this. I'm actually considering scrapping all of this.
I haven't had internet friends in over a year, and I've missed them. I've missed having people to talk to that don't go to school with.
xo, Haylee

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Carla Crahan.*
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May 13, 2014 6:29pm UTC

Black Veil Brides:
—Who will tell the story of your life?
me:
—Well... not One Direction that's for sure.

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polaroidmgc*
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April 23, 2014 3:15am UTC

Writing a 5sos fanfic. Comment what u wanna be?
Luke's gf: ME AND IF U PROTEST GTF LOST.
Ash's gf:
Ash's sister:
Ash's bestie:
Cal's gf:
Cal's bestie:
Mikey's gf:
Mikey's bestie:
Luke's bestie: ( btw this girl will basically be the enemy of the story)
So the plot is, my character, Kit, is going out with, well duh, Luke. She has been for a while but her friend(whoever ends up being Luke's bestie) has a problem with her going out with him, unfortunantly, Kit has been friends with this girl since primary school. She has to choose between love and friends or work something out idk. Hope u like it :) if this fails stfu imma have to break into my email to get my wp account back.
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April 23, 2014 3:12am UTC

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someoneinhiding

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March 29, 2014 11:05am UTC

Hey, if you are my follower (or if you just see this quote) can you either like or comment on this? I'm not trying to get likes i just want to see how many people still come on here. Thanks!!!!!!!!!!

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wanderer*
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March 17, 2014 7:29pm UTC

I CHALLENGE YOU Go compliment a complete stranger. It could be here on witty, anywhere on the internet, or better yet in real life. Like a quote. Comment how talented they are. Be friendly. Be brave. There are some good people in this world, but I think we need more.

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alejandra♡*
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March 15, 2014 6:03pm UTC

just made an account :) looking for new people to talk to, hmu !

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DeeperThanThisSkin
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February 26, 2014 12:28am UTC

Im gonna start doing a name of the day. So basically i will look in the comments and whichever name is commented first ill look up in the urban dictionary and post. :)

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