The sound of raindrops was all she could hear outside of her hospital window. The soft but steady beat comforted her while she lay there, alone. She couldn’t believe that he wasn’t with her; this being one of the most important nights of their life ( Read more... )

I have no idea who I am.

Dear Livejournal, I think you are officially dead. You can thank Facebook for this. I'm sorry about your shitty luck. Love, Melissa

I'm a little bit clumsy ( Read more... )

Always searching for the right words ( Read more... )

Grab the nearest book.

Open it to page 56.

Find the fifth sentence.

Post the text of the sentence in your journal along with these instructions.

Don't dig for your favorite book, the cool book, or the intellectual one: pick the CLOSEST.

"France tried again between 1534 and 1536 with the voyages of Jacques Cartier."

I'll probably be posting a lot from now on. Hopefully ( Read more... )

I pierced my nipples. It wasn't as painful as I thought it would be. But I did cry. How about that.

You Are a Bunny Pop
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