I feel horrible. I ran myself to death. I can't move.

I feel horrible. I can't believe I could be that mean to someone I still love

Salima drove towards the beach, Brooklyn seated next to her and a bag in the back seat while she slightly grimanced. She wanted to go but she still didn't understand how she could possibly allow Hilary to persuade her into where a bikini, it was basically underwear that could get wet ( Read more... )

The night Brooklyn went into the hospital Salima could be found in the guest bedroom upstairs, with the lights off and door locked, curled up in a ball, passed out. Two kittens slept beside her while a bird shuffled uncomfortably on the windowsill. Next to the bed on a nightstand a half empty bottle was sealed shut, having done it's job, a reciet ( Read more... )

I AM SO SO SO SO SORRY. LJ CUT DOESN'T LIKE ME SUDDENLY FOR SOME REASON. THEY WERE SUPPOSED TO BE CUT,WEREN'T THEN WHEN I TRIED TO EDIT AND FIX IT, IT DIDN'T WORK.

WELL YOU KNOW WHAT lIVEJOURNAL?

FUCK YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU

"If you insist," Brooklyn sighed as he stopped ( Read more... )

"Of good deeds, new friends, broken hearts, flirting with store clerks to get one's way, deep thoughts, awkward conversations and hesitant good-byes..."

Brooklyn sat in the high grass of the park, his

eyes shut as he sat there in silence, his arm resting

in the sling against his chest as Aphrodite twittered

softly in his ear.

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I'm babysitting Carley Friday (which should be fun because we might go to the dance studio, I haven't danced in so long, I miss it ( Read more... )

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1. Ok, you know my first name, but what's my middle name ( Read more... )