You: "Hey! You aren't cool, unless you pee your pants!" ~Billy Madison
You: Sorry i like to start with my faveorite quote
Stranger: ye its pretty good
You: I'm tako who r u?
Stranger: im Björk
You: thats amazing.
Me, you, themOne more year,
One more Christmas,
One more birthday,
One more Year of hate.
Then i am free of you,
Everything you put on me
I am the bad guy,
I am the
I never do anything right
Twelve more months,
Twelve more secrets hidden away,
Twelve more nights in my room crying
And perhaps so much more
Then you wont see me,
The nights I've cried because of you,
You are the bad guy,
You are the
You cant see Who i really am,
Three hundred and sixty five days
Three hundred and sixty five cuts
Three hundred and sixty five lies
Three hundred and sixty five tears
I have over come,
With the help of Taylore and Tommy,
Clouded eyesIf you judge through clouded eyes
You are blinded
And by your judgement, your standards,
I am binded.
Held back by an invisible cord,
I sit back and watch, by your fans your are adored.
I chose not to love you
I chose not to care
You mean nothing to me
Because you were never there
But you pretend i matter,
When your fuzzy point of view shatters
When i become more than you expect
When i rise up from what you've molded me to be
Then will you care?
Then will you see?
I fight to be far away from you
So you fight to destroy me.
DisposableHe doesn't know why she hates herself
Everything good in the world
All the rainbows and junk
Every smile and laugh,
And his amazing eyes
He's so perfect.
and she's just the disposable girl
the one who knows the worst part of jumping off a 59 story building
Would be cleaning her body off the pavement
The girl who has always, hated, every part of her body
Starved herself, and still fat
Dye's her hair, and changes her look, but cant get rid of her family's blood
She sits awake at night, laying there
and no, she wont take her medicine tonight
She's going to sit awake, with music playing so loud she cant think
Because she knows shes screaming at herself in her mind
she has one chance and shes going to screw it all up
And all she sees in him
and he doesn't know why she hates herself
and he tries to fix her depression
but it cant be fixed
and she waits for the day he leaves her
because its what he needs
He needs a girl who isn't disposable
Who isn't just there
to fill up time
Hurting youI deserve to choke to death
Until my face turns blue
I deserve to burn
Because i'm hurting you
You know nothing about me
You don't know what i'll do
But I've warned you babe
And now i'm hurting you
I'm killing myself
Hurting, i'm in pain
I twist and shout
But if i die
Then you'll go too
But baby go,
i don't want to hurt you.
Liar, liarThe lies flow like waterfalls out of her bumbling mouth.
She sits alone in an empty room, in her make believe house.
She'll tell you she knows the truth, but she doesn't.
She wishes she was some one new, someone she wasn't.
She'll make you feel guilty if you don't believe her.
It is that skill that makes her the greatest deceiver.
You'll love her until you die, until your last breath.
You'll never know she's lying until your day of her death.
Broken thingsNo one wants the broken thing
Sits outside all day
Hoping waiting praying for
Someone to come and play
But it sits there on the sidewalk
Rusting and getting old
While newer things are taken home
The broken things grow mold
Spiders move in with other bugs
But insects are not friends
So these rusting broken things
Wait alone for their days to end
Cute shy and nerdy = Ticklish
The noisy yellow bus drove down the street at a speed that was surely not as fast as the slow thing could go. The ride was a long and dull one that heeded nothing interesting whatsoever. It was a typical Friday afternoon and everyone on the bus was excited and happy that it was the weekend, making them louder and even more obnoxious than usual. Most of the teenagers on the bus were tuning out the annoying little kids with their music, or by playing on their phones. It was the only way to catch any relief at all from the idiotic kids in the front of the bus. Some, however, were gifted in the art of zoning out.
Kyle was one of them. He sat in his seat in the very back of the bus with a bored expression, completely oblivious to all of the noise around him. He stared out the window distractedly and fiddled with the dark blue, rubber bracelet
Katara's footrubRiding through the skies on the back of Appa, the enormous six-legged sky bison, Aang and his two Water Tribe friends, Katara and Sokka, looked for a good place to make camp. It was still early in the morning, but Sokka was practically dying from lack of meat and Aang was sure that if they didn't stop soon, then he might actually kill over. He hadn't had any meat since they left the Northern Water Tribe...even thought that had only been three hours ago, ever the carnivore, Sokka was in dire need of meat products.
"There!" Sokka shouted suddenly from behind Aang, the young air bender turned his head in the direction that Sokka was pointing and saw a large clearing in the middle of a dense green forested area. It looked secluded and far enough out of the reach of anyone that might try anything nefarious while they were stopped. With a shrug of agreement, Aang pulled on Appa's leather reins and steered
Church of LiesMany strange religions have emerged over these past centuries. Some focus on strange acts while others were depended on strange beliefs. But none were as strange as the Cult of the Eternal Pregnancy. This cult was created by the high priestess after she announced that she has been blessed with carrying the embodiment of hope as a child. The child, or children, were to live within this blessed one until the moment presents itself where the hope within the high priestess emerges, granting everyone a lifetime of glory. Many were in disbelief that such a thing could possibly exist, but few have actually got to see the grand belly that the high priestess, leader of the cult, held. If any would behold this grand beauty, they’d be a believer in no time and become acolytes in this ever growing cult.
The acolytes rushed out of their rooms, hurrying to the mess hall to greet the grand priestess waiting for her followers. They all filed into two lines, posi
Lalaloopsy fanfict: Spot meets Forest, ch. 1 pt. 1
Spot Splatter-Splash kicked her shoes as she walked slowly through the fields of lalaloopsy land looking for an inspiration. Her art had been slow lately and she couldn't think of anything to paint. She was doing an art Project for Miss. Lady Still-waiting herself; as she was the princess of Lalaloopsy land. Sir Battle-scarred was her husband. (Lady was a young 13 years of age; Sir being 14.) Painting a picture for the couple was a huge accomplishment, as it would be hung in their personal gallery for all to see and admire and eventually being bid on if she painted more of them.
(Spot, Lady, sir, and everyone who lived in Lalaloopsy land weren't humans. They were a type of doll. The dolls that lived in Lalaloopsy land; the Lalaloopsy dolls; were created by doll makers, (Whom the other humans on earth had no idea that they were doll makers in the first place) who created dolls who took on the
Know Your Stars Sweetie BelleAnnouncer: Sweetie Belle...her horn is a fake one made of paper mahche...
Sweetie Belle: No it's not, sure I don't really practice magic that much, but that's just because I haven't had much use for it.
Announcer: Sweetie Belle...she's a pimp...
Sweetie Belle: What? I just wanted Miss Cheerilee to have somepony to be with her on Hearts and Hooves day. So what if it was Apple Bloom's brother, he didn't have any pony either.
Announcer: Sweetie Belle...knows that Spike has a crush on her sister...
Sweetie Belle: Doesn't everyone in town pretty much know that? Well, maybe not everyone, but it's not that much of a secret anyway.
Announcer: Sweetie Belle...is scarred that Spike's crush might transfer to her...
Sweetie Belle: Wait, what? I noticed that he liked Twilight when she had the same style as her, but that doesn't mean that he would like me. Wo
Day 27 - Why?Why?
by Edward Dyer
NOTE: Speech in brackets should not be spoken; they are for the actor’s benefit.
A father and daughter. He is reading a newspaper. She is eating her dinner.
- Daddy, I want some ice cream.
- When you’ve finished your dinner, dear.
- Daddy, Mum says you’re lazy.
- You’ll be lazy one day, dear.
- Daddy, this water tastes funny.
- Stop drinking from the dog’s bowl, dear.
- Daddy, where to babies come from?
- Ask your mother, dear.
- Daddy, am I an angel?
- You are to me, dear.
- Daddy, where does the sun go when it’s dark?
- The sun needs sleep, too, dear.
- Daddy, is that man sleeping on the street?
- He doesn’t have a home and a bed like you, dear.
Pause. She stops eating.
- Because, dear, he can’t afford a house of his own.
- Why can’t I stay up late, Daddy?
- Because, dear, you need time to grow big and strong.
- Why does that woman have a moustache like you, Daddy?