Wow, I don't think I can be any later :)Well, I love photoshop. I love paramore. I love me. It's pretty self-explanitory. I was just tired of my old journal post
love,
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The Girl Who Loved the BoyThis was my final fic on FFN. Finally remembered to post it here. I have like over thirty fics I could post here... Hmm.... I don't own Maximum Ride or any of the movies/bands/brands listed.The Girl Who Loved the Boy
I watched as the variety of trees passed my window. The sky was dull, but the plants still allowed color. In the window’s reflection, Max’s small body sat motionless. Her hand was laced in mine, trying to hide the tremors that were shaking her vigorously. I tore my eyes away from the greenery to look at her. She was scared, confused, and hidden – hidde
Turn AroundBefore this short story is read, I would like to explain a few things. The first is that this whole story was written in one night. Secondly, some of the ideas listed below are some of my own thoughts towards my best friend. Thirdly, this is written without names and through a guy’s perspective. This story is also dedicated to a few people. Nick, for being my best friend and big brother, and The Who, for making the wonderful Tommy album of which I listened to whilst writing this.Turn Around
I watched her from across the room. Of course the girl I loved had to be w
| I don't like unhealthy food. I hate chocolate. I love celery, asparagus, broccoli, and carrots SO MUCH. |
Hungry
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Innocent victims of merciless crimes
Fall prey to some madman's impulsive desires
Step after step, we try controlling our fate
When we finally start living, its become too late.
TRAPPED-IN-SIDE-THIS-OC-TA-VA-RI-UM!
Dream Theater ~Octavarium
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Hello, my name is --
I don't care.
Ignorance is TOTALLY yer new best friend.
She tied you to a kitchen chair.
She broke yer throne, she cut yer hair;
and from yer lips she drew the Hallelujah.
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Innocent victims of merciless crimes
Fall prey to some madman's impulsive desires
Step after step, we try controlling our fate
When we finally start living, its become too late.
TRAPPED-IN-SIDE-THIS-OC-TA-VA-RI-UM!
Dream Theater ~Octavarium
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Hello, my name is --
I don't care.
Ignorance is TOTALLY yer new best friend.
She tied you to a kitchen chair.
She broke yer throne, she cut yer hair;
and from yer lips she drew the Hallelujah.
Reason: I'm concerned for the bond you guys share. He hasn't been himself all summer. I suppose everything will be clear when school starts, eh?
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Innocent victims of merciless crimes
Fall prey to some madman's impulsive desires
Step after step, we try controlling our fate
When we finally start living, its become too late.
TRAPPED-IN-SIDE-THIS-OC-TA-VA-RI-UM!
Dream Theater ~Octavarium
--
Hello, my name is --
I don't care.
Ignorance is TOTALLY yer new best friend.
She tied you to a kitchen chair.
She broke yer throne, she cut yer hair;
and from yer lips she drew the Hallelujah.
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