All the angels I know have put concrete in my veins.
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I Love Khale Schreiver ♥___♥

every guy in school has had a bowl of her cereal(L).

she's running around fucking everything with a pulse and spreading those STD'S making it impossible for all these nice girls to find nice boyfriends.because this dumb cunt fucks everyone and doesn't give a shit who she hurts! oh and if she doesn't fuck them, she will imagine in her head that they are best friends and send them photos of her tittties which FOR THE RECORD are saggy and need a belt to be held up! haha oh and did I mention, her face is just hideous?! did someone say PAPER BAGGGG?! ahahha

i wish we could all live in rain forests and be naked but like it was totally normal and we could swim in mud and cuddle deer and nothing could hurt us because the world would be too beautiful for any pain or violence and when bad things did happen, it wouldnt matter because we could just get so high our brains melt and if we die we just burn the dead bodies and we listen to the smiths and everyone just dances around and no body is in charge nothing would ever matter, there would be no reality to escape from when someone creates a world like that i will be happy.

Death has never looked so good. I just want to go to sleep and never
wake up, I love you- but I hate you for missleading me and making me
feel like this.

Fudge Baby, I miss you.

21.06.06-17.06.09

You're way to good for me, thats why i love you.

sometimes I feel like you don't love me as much as I love you, sometimes I feel like you don't trust me as much as I trust you.

never ever. You saved me 'in every way a person could be saved' When you came into my life you led me into this bright light and now that you have exited I am alone. I'm still in this bright light but I am alone with no hand to hold no heart to feel, no smile to see no voice to be heard.Only my shrieks at night of when I cry for you. This is the worst pain I have ever felt,and when I fell in love I've prayed to God that I shall never feel this pain. I don't want to be the one who feels it. I wanted to be that one in a million that never felt heartbreak. But you saved me from who I was before.
Thank you.

I hate my house. I hate my address. I hate that you won't come stay with me.I hate that this food i'm eating will go straight to my hips. I hate that she's so sad, and so helpless, and i can't fix it for
her. I hate that no matter how hard i try you will never love me the way i need you to. I hate that i spent so much money on things i dont need. I hate that you make me feel special for one second then once your gone i feel empty all over again. and i hate that it will all be lost amongst the house moving mess accumulating in my bedroom. I hate that I love you so much I hurt.

"Miss Emma Caeroline-Rose Marija Kelsey Carlton."

Before I leave, brush my teeth with a bottle of Jack Cause when I leave for the night, I ain’t coming back

i hate you i hate you i swear to god i hate you, oh my god i love you.

Just be quiet.

The Cosmopolitan magazine brings out these cravings that get locked away and often covered in dust due to a lack of inspiration and motivation, though everytime I buy the new cosmo these craving shake themselves off and come out?!?! I want to get fit and healthy just my attitude, perfect my makeup kit, get a new wardobe, be posi etc. How does something as basic and sort of lame as the Cosmopolitan magazine do that? to be honest.. it drives me a little nuts.

You're just walking through the door and you're home late again, There you're acting strange and you won't tell me where you've been, You can look me in the eye, imagine every alibi, Think you got it made my boy, there's something you don't know, When you left you're room you shouldn't have to hide your phone, I just heard your messages, and this is where it ends, I'm getting away with pretending so long Boy you're at the point you don't know right from wrong
Never gonna change Feeling well insane, All I know is, No I don't forgive you, No, tears left to cry, the door is shut, I give up, Boy I'm empty Gave you second chances, At least a hundred times, you're not the one, I am done, in fact you offend me, I'm sick and tired of hearing from my friends that you've been lying, No reasons to stay but to leave yeah I've got plenty, There's nothing left here for you, in this empty heart of mine, You took all the love from the start now
it's empty, Ohhh, it's empty You're killing me, you're killing me, You didn't even realize the hole that you're digging, When you're trying to tell me that she didn't mean a thing, Suddenly all
I can see, Is what you think of me,And try to point the finger at me I can't cope,You did what you did, cause it's something I don't,You should be ashamed, Trying to shift the blame, You're killing me, you're killing me And now Im empty.

Love isn't real, it's an illiusion created by nature. It keeps a couple
together for a short amount of time, nothing more.

i print your pictures out and cut holes through your mouth and releive
myself - eminem

I hate you, your always in a bad mood. so serious suck my dick and leave me alone, dont talk to me dont look at me, dont try and be friends with me it wont happen.

you want to know what happiness is? Its waking up in the middle of the night for no reason, shifting under the blankets and feeling the heat of the person next to you. You turn around and see them in their most peaceful, innocent, and vulnerable state. They breathe as though the weight of the world lays on anyones shoulder but their own. You smile, kiss their face in the most gentle manner as not to wake them. You turn back around and an involuntary grin forms on your own face. You feel an arm wrap around your waist, and you know it doesn't get any better than this.

See the repulsion on your faces. Have you looked in a mirror lately? Have you ever been a teenage dream? My daddy was a TV, my mommy was a magazine, The only man that I ever loved was the same motherfucker who cut me up. He cut me up in a special way, Made me what I am today, If my friends could see me now.

She said she dont believe in regrets well i regret to inform her that i do. Rain fall on a tin roof inside i sit and scribble a haiku on a napkin that came inside our takeaway thai fu it goes out, time is always our season is all year round This is our secret for as long as we can keep it the deepest of secrets that nobody knows the route of the route, the bud of the bud, so it goes and the lyrics of a thousand songs couldn't paint a picture so beautiful, she had me from my first conversation with her see nobody was ever as clever still cant figure how we put it together sittin in the room where we first got lost in one anotherjust trippin off the feeling of together we'd discover that no reminiscing on days past escaping the pearl before taking that hold and making it too hard but it was scary to be even this close to a perfect fit close your eyes i promise this wont hurt a bit this is the kinda love that inspires the stuff i write my peoms to the kind of love you have to live just to come home to You played with fire and you got burned for all the things that i have learned and i would love to walk you home If your not the one then your the first for all the things that i have learned and i would love to be the one to walk you home Now aint it funny how the ones that you drag all the way through your hell the same who can teach you how to touch heaven as well and now its out of order, but we ought to now you try and fit a square through a circle and its gone now you wouldnt even know it was there you get lost trying to navigate the moments we've shared like when we held each others hands and we said goodbye tears streaming out our eyes like somebody had died now its the day after your birthday, and it pouring outside im cathing aro tips with my fingers down the phone line you see she broke my heart on the river the trump played last gets the job done quicker so im singing to my palindromic angel held her too tightly, wings got broken and her love got strangled i dont wanna hold you back girl, go fly go and give yourself all the corners of the sky but i hope that you are close by, on the day that i leave this world with hands held we can close our eyes and let the second hand go by cause i wouldnt wanna not say goodbye let you know that you touched my life and whether like it or not, i think a part of me will never give up this fight cause theres nothing like you and i, theres nothing like you and i but its getting late in the game now, outcomes uncertain these are things that i needed to say before the curse so i wrote you this song that you deserved to let you know that you will always be my first and most wonderful love

you can be who-ever you want to be, outside the shell is the only thing that is visable to everyone else, dress it up, dress it down, you're who you want to be. nobody knows who you really are, or what's really going on inside.

"my love for you is like the moon for the sun"
"!my love for you is like a fat kid with cake!"
I win

I'm stupid, i'm useless,i can't do anything right, according to you, i'm
difficult, hard to please, forever changing my mind but according to
him, i'm beautiful, incredible, he can't get me out of his head,
according to him, i'm funny, irresistible,everything he ever wanted.
he's into me for everything I'm not, according to you.

Girls are taught a lot of stuff growing up. If a guy punches you he likes you. Never try to trim your own fringe and someday you will meet a wonderful guy and get your very own happy ending. Every movie we see, Every story we're told implores us to wait for it, the third act twist, the unexpected declaration of love, the exception to the rule. But sometimes we're so focused on finding our happy ending we don't learn how to read the signs. How to tell from the ones who want us and the ones who don't, the ones who will stay and the ones who will leave. And maybe a happy ending doesn't include a guy, maybe. it's you, on your own, picking up the pieces and starting over, freeing yourself up for something better in the future. Maybe the happy ending is just. moving on. Or maybe the happy ending is this, knowing after all the unreturned phone calls, broken-hearts, through the blunders and misread signals, through all the pain and embarrassment, you never gave up hope