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  1. gab* gab*
    posted a quote
    August 25, 2015 4:46pm UTC
    you have
    yourself, and that's all
    you need.

  2. scorpiofriend scorpiofriend
    posted a quote
    May 3, 2015 9:12pm UTC
    LOL IM SO BROKE IT HURTS LIKE OUCH

  3. *nerium* *nerium*
    posted a quote
    April 8, 2015 7:27pm UTC
    I would strip my skin off for you. I would let you see me, whole, with no inhibitions. I would strip my skin off for you, leaving nothing left but flesh and bone, and the tendons that flex beneath my muscle. I would let you view me in this state, entirely bare and vulnerable, and I will do it because you have simply asked. I would endure the stares and the ridicule, the sneering and the harassment, because I am doing this for you; because you asked me to. The difference is, as I streak blood throughout the house and my skin slowly dries within the closet, you will do nothing. You will not reassure me and you will hardly look my way. I have felt that recently, you have wanted to see me as a half. You no longer wish to see me as I am, but instead hidden in plain sight, shrouded in my skin. I have ground embarrassed and ashamed, but I can no longer go back; I no longer fit within my skin. I wish I could grow it back, to hide again. Perhaps then you will start loving me.

  4. *nerium* *nerium*
    posted a quote
    January 14, 2015 1:02am UTC
    My eyes are waterlogged, sunken in my skull and incredibly red. I sit, listless, and stare into space. My eyes are swollen, and thus I cannot really see; everything has started to haze, but I have tried - I've tried so hard - to find something...important, or worthwhile. Something beautiful, perhaps, but there is nothing. I do not know if I am blind or simply numb

  5. *nerium* *nerium*
    posted a quote
    November 21, 2014 6:48pm UTC
    Poor little Amelie dances through meadowed snow and calm, soft lavender. She laughs as diamond dust floats above her hair, and catches snowflakes on her tongue. Little Amelie plays games by herself, as other children are scarce in such a village. Perhaps Father will play? Ponders Amelie, prior to dismissing such a silly notion. No, Father would not play - not now, not ever again. Father is often sad - has a face made of stony concrete - and does not speak. He does not have time for silly little games. He does not have time for silly little girls either.
    Sometimes, when the night is vast and Amelie is restless, she will wait outside of Father's door. And she will hear him crying before he dresses for the day - although, in the eyes of Amelie, the day has not yet even begun. Amelie worries that this is the average life of an adult - fearful and upsetting, with short days and cold, long nights.
    One day, Amelie decides to try and live the life of an adult. She rises at six, as the sun begins to paint the horizon in streaks of pale silver, and she pulls on her boots.
    She does not come back for hours, and Father is livid when she returns - hours past sunset - and for some time she is worried he may strike her like Sister Abigail. Instead, he falls to his knees and grasps her face - so hard it would hurt if not for the look upon his face, which is cracking like plaster and becoming rather wet. He pulls her to his chest, runs a hand down her back, and whispers soft words into her hair. Amelie is confused, because she had just tried to be an adult - had succeeded rather well, she thinks - and yet Father is still sad? She does not know how to make him not-sad. But still, Father kisses her face all over, looks at her for some time - he seems tired - and then he smiles, small and crooked. Amelie startles, because...
    Well, because Father is smiling. And Amelie has forgotten this face...
    Such a lovely gift, this is, because suddenly Father has pulled Amelie onto his shoulders, and then they are amongst fields of virgin snow and poignant lavender. The sky breaks open and blesses them with frozen rain, and Father smiles again. He falls into the snow, makes angels with Amelie and catches snowflakes on his tongue. What a day! They build snowmen, and Father lends his scarf to a small snowman with a large carrot for a nose. They retire as the day brightens, from black to blue, and Sandman sprinkles stardust into their eyes. She is gone, to Dreamland - with snow and lavenders, and, best of all, Father smiling. When Amelie wakes, Father is still asleep, and he does not look quite so sad.

  6. PrimarilyParamore* PrimarilyParamore*
    posted a quote
    August 29, 2014 4:44am UTC
    Tonight I'm
    gonna dance
    for all
    that we've
    been through
    But I
    don't wanna
    Dance if
    I'm not
    Dancing with
    you...
    Not my image

  7. beyondsanity beyondsanity
    posted a quote
    August 18, 2014 12:17pm UTC
    The goth kids on South Park are my role models

  8. peek-a-boo* peek-a-boo*
    posted a quote
    July 11, 2014 1:51pm UTC
    MY COOKING IS SO AWESOME
    EVEN MY SMOKE ALARM CHEERS ME ON

  9. justalilpoptart justalilpoptart
    posted a quote
    July 7, 2014 6:03pm UTC
    If your name in my phone isn't an obscure nickname with 3526783 emojis by it, you might as well be dead to me

  10. Last Serenade* Last Serenade*
    posted a quote
    June 22, 2014 3:22pm UTC
    Dear whoever doesn't believe in, nor understand me,
    I have battled 16 monsters, each one stronger than the last, to save my princess.
    I have tolerated a little annoying fairy for miles and slayed a giant, ugly, leprechaun, to save the one I love.
    I've saved my world and it's creatures from a black gear virus that threatened to turn these creatures into killing machines.
    I've came from nothing and saved my island's harvesting by showing kindness and work ethic.
    I've slayed 5 dragons and howned my skills to master every dungeon.
    I was a prince who defeated my evil brother, creatures of darkness, became king and restored honor and economic growth to my kingdom.
    I've defeated countless futball teams from around the globe to win the cup.
    I came from nothing, started out with one friend, was bullied and told that I could never win anything and accomplish my journey, yet I traveled the land, far and wide, caught all 151, beat all the gym leaders, defeated the elite four, and the league champion, then tore down an evil corperation three times in a row and became the world's greatest.
    Along each one of my journeys, I've made mistakes, big and small, but I never gave up. Not once.
    Yes, I'm a derp. But a fighter.

  11. Last Serenade* Last Serenade*
    posted a quote
    June 22, 2014 2:50pm UTC
    Me: I play way too much pokemon...
    Me: I played pokemon until 5:30 am last night...
    Me:
    Me:
    Me:
    Me: *continues playing*

  12. HakunaaMatata HakunaaMatata
    posted a quote
    April 11, 2014 10:08pm UTC
    Wait a couple months,
    then you're gonna see,
    you'll never find noboody
    better than me.

  13. *Yours Truly* *Yours Truly*
    posted a quote
    April 4, 2014 12:53pm UTC
    "That was the Liam Stewart way of sayin, Hi Darlin', missed you somethin' fierce."

  14. chickenwing chickenwing
    posted a quote
    March 24, 2014 9:18pm UTC
    State of Grace: The Sequel
    Chapter 4
    The next day found Teddy pacing his bedroom room early in the morning. His dad didn’t need him until about nine out in the fields. Teddy was in a dilemma. Who to invite to this bonfire? It was a small town and Teddy had a handful of good friends. Except, they were outsiders like him. His best friend, Hank, lived in the rich section of town and couldn’t drive a tractor if he tried. His other best friend, Jonah, was one of eight and had no desire to live on a farm anymore. Teddy hung out with some of the farm kids near him; he could fit in if he tried. He understood everything they discussed; he just didn’t enjoy it. He dreamed of wearing a suit to work, taking the subway everywhere, and living in an apartment. He could work in an office, even a cubicle…. he didn’t care. He needed to be free of the open fields and wide, blue sky.
    He had texted Jonah and Hank yesterday and gave him the Taylor’s address. Wow, he thought, two whole friends. A knock on his door interrupted his thoughts. Teddy’s mom entered the room.
    Annie Parker was gorgeous. She was a petite dark haired beauty who could do work boots or high heels, a ratty old t-shirt or a designer gown.
    “Aunt Grace called me this morning,” she said softly, sitting on his neatly made bed. “She wanted me to let you know that word got out about the bonfire and the whole town is coming, or so it seems.”
    “The whole town?” asked Teddy, his palms sweating.
    “Essentially. She said you don’t have to come but she’d really like it if you did. It’s the first of the season and you know how fun they can be.”
    “I guess I’ll go…are you and Dad coming?”
    “We were planning on it but if you don’t want us to come, we won’t,” said his mom.
    “No! Of course you guys can go, I was just wondering,” he said quickly.
    “Good,” and she kissed him on the cheek, “Now, about your birthday.”
    Teddy would be turning 15 in November, two months away, but his mother was an early planner. Last year, he got his first gun. It was useful when the kids at school invited him to go to the range but he couldn’t stomach the thought of hunting. His dad, uncle, and grandpa went all the time and they stopped asking him after his second trip, and his third time throwing up.
    “Mom, I don’t want a party I’m going to be 15,” he sighed.
    “I wasn’t offering you a party! I wanted to know if you wanted to go somewhere special with us and maybe a friend or two? How about the city? Or a different state?” she asked. She seemed nervous.
    “You mean like a road trip?”
    “Well, your Dad said that’s a lame term but I think it’s a perfect way to describe it.”
    “Hey, what does Dad know about cool anyway?” Teddy smiled as his mom laughed. Maybe his family wasn’t so bad. He grabbed his boots and headed outside to join his dad in the yard. Yeah, he thought, it wasn’t so bad.

  15. XxTheStoryTellerxX XxTheStoryTellerxX
    posted a quote
    February 16, 2014 8:02pm UTC
    Eyes Open
    Douglass
    As soon as I looked up, I found Nat and Jacob soundly asleep on the couch. I felt warm inside, like I actually did something good for once.
    I quietly got up and walked into my old room to put the guitar back on it's stand. I stood there, looking around. It was almost untouched. My bed was still unmade, there were splatter-painted skinnyjeans in the corner, my old sketchbook was closeed with a mechanical pencil still between my most recent pages. I look up at the ceiling where, like my walls, there was a surrealistic painting. A sort of Starry Night piece but it had stars bursting and flowing galaxies and swirls and, it was undescribable. I could see various lyrics to my favorite songs written within the painting. It reminded me of how whenever I couldn't sleep, I would lie down and just look up at the painting and sing the lyrics and maybe even the songs if I could remember all the words. I would slowly feel myself feeling a little safer in the hell that was my household.
    I sighed, "Almost five years since I left. Since I played my guitar or sang. Since I've actually painted something like this. Since-"
    Meow
    I flinched again at the sound. I slowed turned to look out the window and I saw a shadow of a cat on the edge of the roof nextdoor. I squinted to get a better look to see that it wasn't a shadow but the actual cat. Blacker than the night itself. It leaped to the windowsill and came in through the bars and broken glass. It hopped onto my old bed and sat there, looking at me. Mrow..prrr..Mrow
    I tilted my head and just stared, astonished.
    After a few minutes the small cat walked around my bed and nestled itself under the fold of my blankets.
    I slowly walked over and sat next to the jet black kitten to get a closer look.
    It looked up at me and i soon saw that Its left eye was scarred and matted and scabby. Like it was burned with boiling oil on the side of it's face, and it kept scratching at it. It's right ear looked like it was bitten off by a bigger animal. The cat's face was thin, just like its skeleton body and it looked like a mess. But it's eye was a glistening turquoise-blue with small bursts of amber closer to it's pupil. Simply beautiful, this small creature was.
    I smiled and raised my hand to pet it. At first the cat flinched and looked down as if waiting to be beaten. Waiting to be punished for no wrongdoing. My heart sank and i felt myself tear up a little bit, "I'm sorry.." I whispered with a shakey voice.
    The cat looked back up at my hand that hovered inches from its mangled face and sniffed it for a bit. Then it lowered it's head and closed its eyes to sleep.
    I slowly got up and went back to the living room and pour a small bowl of soup and cut a few pieces of cheese and walked back into my room where the cat was lying down. I sat next to it and it woke up and looked up at the food.
    "Here," I said softly, holding out a piece of cheese infront of the cat. It sniffed it and took it and inhaled it.
    "Meow" It sat up for more.
    I smiled and knelt on the ground and placed the dishes and soon the cat came down and began to quickly eat and let out small prrr's and whimpers. I sat myself on my bed against the wall and looked up. Soon the small cat, with a budging belly, crawled toward me purring. He, i guessed, sat himself on my stomach and lied down so that his small head was under my chin and his scarred arm was stretched over my collarbone. He nestled himself in the crook of my neck and slowly fell asleep.
    Another wave of warmth flowed through me and I felt a tear roll down my cheek, disappear into the numbness of my scar and reappear at my chin before falling ont my black tshirt. I dared not to touch him in his sleep but I was his nest, his source of comfort, his lyrics on the ceiling.
    I will never let you fall,
    I'll stand up with you forever,
    I'll be there for you through it all,
    Even if saving you sends me to heaven...
    ***
    I like this story better.
    Like//Follow//Feedback

  16. *Tori Leigh* *Tori Leigh*
    posted a quote
    February 7, 2014 3:10pm UTC
    Biology class...
    friend: *paints nails while teacher lectures*
    friend: *takes off shoes*
    me:
    friend:
    me:
    friend:
    friend: *burns CD*
    laptop: weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeEEEEEF VERRRRRRRRR reeeeeeeee djxblv sAmscv XCjbDZXmcxaLKK
    teacher:
    class:
    friend:
    teacher:
    friend:
    class:
    me: *looks around*
    me: mhm mhm.

  17. *exploit* *exploit*
    posted a quote
    January 30, 2014 2:23pm UTC
    Time bears away all things, even our minds

  18. enginesGoBOOM* enginesGoBOOM*
    posted a quote
    January 9, 2014 3:19pm UTC
    Huh, life.

  19. Dishonored* Dishonored* happy birthday!
    posted a quote
    January 5, 2014 11:15pm UTC
    I'm just a whornado,
    blowin' my way through this county.

  20. xxcorinne95xx xxcorinne95xx
    posted a quote
    December 22, 2013 5:50pm UTC
    lol at how sad this site has become

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