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Construction Paper HeartIn all my life, there are many things my brothers taught me. Very few of them were taken seriously, and I can only remember a handful.
And so, rule number four was as follows: If you're ever on your first date with a guy in a restaurant and your date orders a lemon margarita, dump him. Immediately. Just end it right there.
Rule number six was to never, ever feed a stray cat tuna, for then, they will become tuna junkies.
Yes, I know, they're both very important life lessons; I agree. However, there's a deeper meaning in both of them. ...Well, alright, maybe there isn't.
But they did teach me this, and it's more than enough to make it throu
I am a womanI am not an object.
You cannot use me.
I was not made simply for your pleasure.
I am not a pretty picture to be used and thrown away.
I have a heart, feelings, dreams….
I have a purpose here.
I am a human being, a person like you.
And it hurts me when you treat me as less than human.
It hurts me when I become less than a whole,
And just the sum of my parts.
It hurts me when I become just something to please you.
It hurts me when you strip away my humanity,
Even if just with your eyes and mind.
You cannot stare at me in longing.
You cannot undress me with your eyes.
You cannot force me to kiss you.
You cannot grope me as you see fit.
You cannot take advantage of me.
You cannot have your way with me.
I am not to be dominated.
I am not to be violated.
When I say no, I do NOT mean yes.
When I te
Something in commonIs it weird that I've never written about me? That I've never poured my heart and soul into something and hoped whoever read it would pick me apart but still remember to put me back together again? Maybe we're all just watches, ticking away - tick, tick, tick - and maybe that's why I don't really like people. Maybe I'm tuned in to that underlying sound of them fading away. It’s not like you can pick up another battery when you’re shopping, is it, and why would I want to get close to someone and end up counting seconds until they left again?
My mum has this watch. She’s had it for years, as long as I can remember and somehow
Things About Me 1Well. Let me start off by saying this is just a list explaining a few things plus some random shit about me.
I don't like ignoring people. I do read everything someone sends me, but I honestly feel uncomfortable talking to people sometimes. I would love to but it's like...Like I feel like somewhere along the lines I'll seriously piss off someone on accident or make them hate me because of my opinions. I dunno.
I have no confidence in myself at all. Usually people think I say "I'm fat" or "I wish I was beautiful" for attention. But it's not. I honestly feel that way. I think I'm hideous.
I want to be a writer but I feel like my writing is t
Dreams: I Want To Hold Your Hand... i had a dream last night. i do not remember what it all entailed, i rarely ever do..., but most of my dreams are nightmares at best. Ever since You left, i have been nothing but sad and depressed. i always wake up crying or not even breathing from my dreams...
But this dream was different. The part that i remember the most and which was the best part, was only a few seconds long... And it was something so simple, but brought such happiness. And most people will laugh or raise an eyebrow, thinking me totally crazy. Which they're probably right... You, on the other hand, will probably just roll Your beautiful eyes as You normally do
R-P-A-C BIO SHEETRPAC Bio Sheet
*dA name:* LUVthatSTUFF
*dA home page: http://luvthatstuff.deviantart.com/
*Real name: Just ask if you really wantto know
*Nicknames: Judge,Blood,Nagi,Clue,Spell ( depends on who you want to role-play with ) Or if you want me to role-play as myslf L-kun or Onion-kun will do
*Public email to contact: thatSTUFFLuv@yahoo.com
*Yahoo Messenger ID: thatSTUFFLuv@yahoo.com
*MSN: Can't use on my Mac, Buyt will use if needed
*AIM: Can't use on my Mac, But will use if needed
*Skype: Can't use on my Mac, But will use if needed
*ICQ: Don't know what that is...
*Best time to contact you? Throughout the week,Pretty much as ealy or as late as you want,though will tell you if otherwise
*Preferred RP method: I 'm an adapter, I will try what ever. Love new things~
Even Action and Adenture or more serious type things~
*Vore preferences / Pregnan
WatchersFake journal n° fhsgfasgasfasjgahhjf
I'll stick with that random number thing, yeh -u-
Maybe no one gives a frog but...
I felt like...
That I'm gaining a lot of watchers lately ;A; ...
I LOVE YOU ALL >w<
No I'm not on drugs, just I'm on a good mood today -u-
Julie Boots aka Boots.
My stepfather gave me this nickname when I was a little girl. At every family gathering, it was a “Hi Boots” here and a “Hey Boots” there.
Circa the third grade, I had this pair of cherry red patent leather go-go boots. Sure, odds are I rocked them. But, is this reason enough to be linked to a pair of boots much like Lizzy Borden was to that axe?
Okay, not exactly the same thing. But, you have to admit that there is something peculiar about being nicknamed after a pair of cherry red patent leather go-go boots.
I’m pretty sure it was the least interesting thing about me at the time. At t
Oh Sommer, where art thou gone?Then there was Sommer. The girl I fell madly in love with. She let me be the person I always wanted to be... Carefree and happy, and I was. She was beautiful. She looked similar to me, had a lot of the same taste as me, and cared so much. The one thing I hated was that when I met her, she was innocent... by the time I lost my car and my ability to see her, she lost it. I ruined her. She had black hair, silky and a smile that lit up my world. She could do no wrong in my light. She loved doing my hair and putting make up on me, and I loved her doing it for me. She was always there for me, to listen when I needed her, and I the same. One of the
HejterzyCzemu sie odwracacie??
Czemu mnie oczerniacie??
Czemu nie odpowiadacie??
Czemu mnie obrażacie??
Kto Wam to wszystko gada,
że odezwać chce się nawet lada??
O czym te wszystkie plotki,
o których gadają nawet lotki??
Po co te wszystkie kłamstwa
i ta cała obudowa chamska??
To naprawdę niepotrzebna,
aby mieć zachowanie chwalebne.
Uwierzcie mi na słowo,
to nie jest już oldskulowo.
Szanujcie mnie, proszę,
właśnie do Was się odnoszę,
moi drodzy hejterzy,
pewnie ciężar na Was leży.
Confessions by a Soldier's Sister"There’s just something about a man in a uniform."
Is there now? What is it about a man in a uniform? How does a simple uniform change a person? Why not say there’s something about a man in a fedora? But that’s just me. The truth is, as cliché and ambiguous as the phrase is, it’s also so darn true. There is something about a man in a uniform. On Friday night, for me, it was a slap in the face.
I don’t dislike men in uniform. I think a uniform makes a man look respectable and well put together. I come from a family of men in uniform. They are proud, strong, and dependable. I love men in uniform. So of all people,
My love of Martial arts: by DMy love of Martial arts: by David C West.
My name is David C West I am originally from Chicago. I move to Des Moines over 5 or more years ago. I live here with friends and work at the store up the street (Hy Vee). I have love of Martial Arts of all kinds no matter style. My love of the martial art stems from my love of comic book and the Kung fu flicks. In the marvel comic world there was/is Shang Chi “master of kung fu” So skilled was the he would fight foes with super power and/or power armor. There was/is Iron Fist, able focus his chi in to a devastating strikes. Then in DC comics’ there was Karate kid, known for be
The Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad DayYesterday morning, I had a stuffy nose, but Claritin D doesn't work so my mom went to CVS and bought just Sudafed pills. In case you don't know, Sudafed is an ingredient used in the making of methamphetamine, so it causes a powerful emotional stimulation, and (I learned this later) if you have depression, it causes bad anxiety and panic attacks. I took the pill around 11 AM, hoping it would clear my nose out: it did, but not without a price. At 1:00, I met my friend John at the mall and we walked around for a little bit because he wanted to buy a pair of shorts. He likes to wear girl's shorts when he's home alone after school because he finds
Smoke Stitches: The Fabric of Family Smoke Stitches: The Fabric of Family
I’m looking at a picture.
What a way to start. It’s an overdone, typical beginning. Someone standing with a photo album, flipping through pages of family reunions, only recognizing every third face they see. Suddenly they come across a picture of a person they almost forgot existed…or it could be you, doing a little light dusting on a bookshelf in the corner, brushing a rag down the spines of authors you promise to read again someday, just not today. You pick up a picture frame with the purpose of wiping the filth from the glass, but after the first swipe, you see a gaggle of smiling
Bim-Ba-Da-Bum"Bim-Ba-Da-Bum Life's sweet"
Or so I like to think. You have no idea of who this fool is.
Life's sweet. Pfff, right! Really sweet, so sweet it sickens me.
"Bum-Ba-Da-Bim Life sucks"
Or so they say. I've no idea of what they think.
Life sucks. No shit!? I really didn't have a clue about that.
"Ba-Da-Bim-Bum-Bum You won't understand"
Or so you think but I'm watching you.
You may think I don't but I listen to you. Better! I listen to the waves of your voice.
You probably won't believe me when I tell you that I'm looking at you. I see the frown in your face and I can read the riddles on the lines of your phiz.
Believe me when I tell you
Fuck it allFUCK IT!
I'm tired of it ALL!
I'm tired of making all the right questions.
And then, of having to hear those babling sounds that come from your mouth.
From all of you
I have problems too!
But guess what?!
I'm not sighing in every god damn corner just because my life isn't what I expected it to be.
Look at me.
Talk to me.
I'm drama queen.
My life SUCKS!
But guess what?
Deal with it!
Yeah... I know!
I'm mean, so what?
Maybe you just need to listen, when I tell you. Leave. Me. The. Hell. ALone!
Demonic voicesCome, come.
They whisper to me,
Those charming voices.
I hear them singing,
When I connect my heart to this world.
Begging to live.
Join us, join us.
The voices are tempting.
My heart is hollow.
I take one step toward,
Those sedutive voices.
I'm starting to run,
I want to have fun.
I break my pace.
My mind starts to freeze.
I look over my shoulders.
I don't believe them.
I start to go backwards.
I want my numbness back.
The voices are bittersweet
I want my misery
Join us, join us.
Please....I wonder if you have seen me look at you;
If you look at me too.
I wonder if you see who I truly am;
Will you like me if I show you this wounded soul?
Will you want to see more if I show you the holes?
I could say scars, but....
Holes seem to fit better because I'm not healing.
I'm looking for what is missing;
I'm exploring myself
I really wish you looked at me.
Not just look! I don't think it's enough.
Search for me;
You'll have to go far;
Dig deep, so deep you won't see the sun.
I really wish we could be friends.
Will you be my friend?
My true friend?
Are you will
Dream I doYour mouth lingered on the corner of mine...
Oh! How I yearn for more and do nothing but dream
Dream I do.
Dance in the rainWater is pouring down the grey sky.
There are drops of silver in the plants and troubled puddles on the floor.
Trees are moving at the beat of the soft breeze.
Leaves are dancing at the sound of the smooth wind.
Waves of black are falling down.
The white dress is becoming soaked and stained.
In her once serious face a smile is creeping, as she feels his warmth on her back.
Shall we dance?
A shiver runs down her spine with the sound of his deep whispering voice.
With a light swift of feet she turns to him.
Smiling, he lays one hand on her back and with the other he entwines his fingers with hers.
Like the plants, they h
I'm sorryMy phone is ringing: "You there?"
"I don't know what to do anymore."
My heart starts aching...
You are feeling your silent pain again.
I bet you are by this time, on your own, sitting on your bed.
I don't know how to help you and you won't talk to me.
-"I wish I knew what to tell you"
You don't answer...
I try to text you again.
"If only that was true"
-"I'm sorry I'm not there with you"
You text me asking why I'm sorry. I'm not sure.
For not being there for you.
For not knowing what to do.
For feeling worthless.
For not cheering you up when you need it...
I don't know!
You say you are going to sleep.
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`anmari has been spreading her infectious positivity throughout our community for over 6 years. Throughout this time Ana has been at the core of all things devious, passionately developing an eclectic gallery, helping organise devmeets, participating in chat events and also recently completed dedicating her time as a Community Volunteer. We are absolutely delighted to bestow the Deviousness Award for May 2013 to `anmari, congratulations! Read More