

love + thighs are not related"A Mothers Love Never Dies And It Has Nothing To Do With The Size of Your Thighs"love + thighs are not related
Growing up is not easy for anyone. Navigating the unexpected twists and turns of adolescence can throw any person, regardless of intelligence or background, totally off of the planned path. There are steep hills that fail to show up on any inner topographical map, sudden cliffs that end in sheer drops toward the inky unknown, and roads that only lead a wandering soul in seemingly endless circles that go unplanned for. But there is always adulthood at the end of the maze, and that destination can be reached no matter which route one


angel kissesI awoke the morning of January 7, 2005 to a cold room and a colder feeling in my heart. The inside of me had been carved out cleanly in the preceding minutes when I was woken up by the words, We have to go to the hospital now. Your mother isnt going to leave the hospital, this is her last weekend. As my father spoke his voice trembled and wavered, and tears rolled down his cheeks. He closed my door and walked back downstairs to wait for my brother and I to join him to clambor into our car, drive to the hospital, and say one last goodbye to the foundation of our family. I had been told just during the night that mangel kisses
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Starving VanityFull to bursting on a diet of nothing She fills herself on pure things, like Water and air Feeling the glorious effects of perfection Jutting out against her skin, reaching for The world beyond Euphoria streams from all that she lacks Dizziness replacing disgust, as she Smiles secretly Aware that as she stares transfixed at the mirror Her own form grows steadily, watching A starving vanityStarving Vanity


A Secrecy of Love-Chapter TwoChapter TwoA Secrecy of Love-Chapter Two
Lunch was an hour away. Slowly, I headed towards my fifth hour class which was Drama. Drama class was not one that was required, but I chose it because it counted as a reading credit. Personally, I would much rather act out the play "Romeo and Juliet", which is what the class was famous for, than read boring stories and correct grammar errors. The hallways of the building was always hectic with students walking in their own pace, which tends to get quite annoying if you're in a hurry.
"Melissa, wait up!" Another friend called out to me and by the tone of her voice, I kn
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i is a cupcake.
i dunno..
i was driving around and i was just thinking about stuff.
and i wanted to see if you wanted to talk.
it wasnt a big deal.
why'd ya caaaall?
i tried calling you like.. an hour ago
but you didnt answer
and i had to write a journal with 8 facts about myself.
and then i had to tag 8 other people.
you're one of them!
sorry.
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Yeah, I made love.
I've been fucked.
So what?
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Yeah, I made love.
I've been fucked.
So what?
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