you were what i wanted. i gave what i gave. i'm not sorry i met you. i'm not sorry it's over. i'm not sorry, theres nothing to say. i'm not sorry.

i <3 the bitch posse


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i havent updated in a million years. but summer is going awesome (even though it is half over). Matt comes home monday!! I finally get to see Annie today. I <3 my bitch posse. Blue Lake was looootttss of fun.

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( we know a place where no space ships go )

"Well, um, for instance, -if the forms of this world die, which is more real, the me that dies or the me that's infinite? Can I trust my habitual mind or do I need to learn to look beneath those things?"  -i <3 huckabee's

( but you don't really care for music do you? )

Bacteria breeds on a microscope slide. The worm in my heart is the apple of your eye. Don't adore what is impossible. We have built this ship in a wine bottle. If we knew how it worked we would have to grow old...Read the newspaper print off the microfiche slide, and you're holding your breath for the rest of your life. Don't love what is ( Read more... )

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'cause it's too important to stay the way its been...

I cant remember who I took this from, but it was a while ago...Choose 15 friends and write statements to them, don't tell anyone who the statements are to good or bad.

(1) every time i'm with you i want to tell you one of my deepest secrets...if i had any i would tell you.

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i was meaning to make an entry last night at about 3 am when i was up doing my english paper, because its like a lj rule that you have to have atleast one entry that is at an obscure hour of the night...but unfortanitly i forgot.

well i wish i had a parachute because i'm falling mad for you. i can see the ground approaching now, but im not sure ( Read more... )

just when i get so lonesome i can't speak. i see some flowers on a hill side. like a wall of new tvs.                                                                            yeah, they go wild, they go wild.


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will someone please call a surgeon who can crack my ribs and repair this broken heart that you're deserting for better company?

i hate those weekends when you have really high expectations and then everything just turns out really unexciting and you knew it all along. although brooke and i realized that ihop at 11 on friday probably isnt a safe ( Read more... )