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she's the kind of girlShe was the kind of girl who with just one look could capture your heart, she’d stare at nothing and sometimes a small smile would grace her lips. And every time you saw that smile, she made you wish that you were the reason it was on her face. She was the kind of girl who with just one look would have promises of “leaving this place” and “freedom” and “never leaving you” stumbling out of your mouth.she's the kind of girl
She was the kind of girl that with one look could have you wishing you could make them promises you made, wishing you hadn’t meant it so much when you said you loved her, breaking an
by ~krish-x
mouthwash doesn't work He’d sit there until he ran out of words to string together. He’d sit there until the ink from his biro ran into his mouth, down his chin and onto his table forming pools of blue that he could get lost in. He was the type of person that could get lost in anything. He would sit at his desk, in his bedroom and look at the street below, he would look at all the cars driving past, all the people walking past. And think. He would think about their lives, he would wonder whether they had a small brown dog called Gerry.mouthwash doesn't work
by ~krish-x
all that's left to do.all that's left to do.
I stood out in the rain today; I’ve always loved the rain. You can’t see tears in the rain; no-one knows when you’re crying. I sometimes wish that if I stand in the rain for long enough it’ll wash my troubles away. [Wash me away].
I never much liked the sun. It makes everything far too bright, and with the light it brings heat. It brings questions; it makes people ask why you insist on wearing long sleeved clothes all the time. They don’t stop to wonder about the story that comes with every scar. That’s the problem with some people. They never just stop. They just can’t wait to get you in
by ~krish-x
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- Sep 2, 2009 hey (:
- Jul 28, 2009 light up, light up.
- Jun 26, 2009 just a little bit dead
- Jun 16, 2009 black and gold
- May 29, 2009 blue and orange
- Apr 28, 2009 HAI. bye.
- Apr 26, 2009 If we could sit together a moment
- Apr 11, 2009 cause jersey just got colder
- Apr 2, 2009 feature time (:
- Mar 31, 2009 gawsh. it's been a while.
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i live to listen to music i listen to music to live i am 15 i write poetry i read poetry i read in general i love grapes and pineapples i love my friends i love orange juice. i listen to a lot of music like ; all time low the beatles mayday parade the rocket summer owl city BMTH paramore panic at the disco blink 182 flyleaf automatic loveletter buke and gass death cab for cutie and LOADS more i can't think of right now (: |
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- Current Residence: earth
- Interests: Reading, Music, Writing, Singing, mhmmm going out with my friends., eating grapes
- Favourite movie: Unknown, but i like, across the universe, tim burtons stuff,
- Favourite band or musician: way to many to choose from.
- Favourite genre of music: rock. alternative rock
- Favourite artist: once again too many to choose from
- MP3 player of choice: ipod
- Skin of choice: skin? as in skin? that's odd.
- Favourite game: singstar ^_^
- Favourite cartoon character: victor from the corpse bride.
- Personal Quote: mhmm i agree
- Tools of the Trade: computer?
- Website: http://www.myspace.com/kkrriisshh
- MSN: ask me, i love talking to peoples (:
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thank you so so much for the fave
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It’s a bit hard to love me when you’re dead.
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Hello world! I love you.
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I love you.
so much.
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Thank you for everything, especially the comment on my journal.
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make a map of what you see; direct pain effectively.
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I'm just a homosexual guy stuck in a girl's body.
© Fytrie 2009
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Hello world! I love you.
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" ...he's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same, and Linton's is as different as a moonbeam from lightning, or frost from fire."
means alot.
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