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xX!zhon-vee-EHV!Xx:
Fifteen. Female. Carson City. Blue Eyes. Five-Six. Short two-toned hair. Obsessive. Procrastinator. Moody. Exercises too little. Tomboyish. Acts like an 8yr old. Artist. Sleeps too much. Guitar. Java Joe’s. Shows. Bands. Writer. Music absorbed.
xXlovesXx:
Kitties. Diet Pepsi. Hats. Photos. Taking pictures. Long walks through the park at mid-night. 65 mustangs. Music. Guitar. Acting stupid. Coffee. Beauty. Guys. Flirting. Being badass. Java Joe’s. Shows. Being in alleyways. Black and white.
(t)GUYS(i)IN(g)GIRLY(h) PANTS(t).
Black framed glasses. Green eyes. Crucial hangouts. Fat fucks. Blended mochas. Gore. Horror. Holding your hand. Kissing. Nameless faces. Love letters. Punk music. Never ending thoughts. Pain. Love. Sylvia Plath. Pale skin. Peircings. Poetry. Screaming. Making out. Love handles. Silent screams. Shakespeare. Edgar Allen Poe. Skateboarding. Suicidal thoughts. Cookie dough lattes. Emo. Thrith stores. Unique personalities. Vintage everything. Writing. You and I. Friends. Star gazing. Photography. Old movies. Mohawks. Local music. Hardcore. Eyeliner. Glitter. Capturing the moment. Indie. Creative minds think alike. Heart wrenching love. Crushes. Love stories. Writing to my beloved. Indie Fucks.
xXhatesXx:
People that label me. Being judgmental. Taking it too fast. Hot hot hot days. Silence. Cheap talk. Skanks. Whores. Sluts. Hoes. Posers. Wannabes. People that copy me and say they did it them selves (never giving me any credit). People that lie to me. People that think they are all that and a bag of potato chips. When people drive by and honk or whistle at me. Parents. Rules. Having to abide the law. Casual sex. Drugs (pot doesn’t really count). Smoking its a nasty bad habit. Rooms with nothing in them or painted just ONE color. Sellouts. Etc.
Fifteen. Female. Carson City. Blue Eyes. Five-Six. Short two-toned hair. Obsessive. Procrastinator. Moody. Exercises too little. Tomboyish. Acts like an 8yr old. Artist. Sleeps too much. Guitar. Java Joe’s. Shows. Bands. Writer. Music absorbed.
xXlovesXx:
Kitties. Diet Pepsi. Hats. Photos. Taking pictures. Long walks through the park at mid-night. 65 mustangs. Music. Guitar. Acting stupid. Coffee. Beauty. Guys. Flirting. Being badass. Java Joe’s. Shows. Being in alleyways. Black and white.
(t)GUYS(i)IN(g)GIRLY(h) PANTS(t).
Black framed glasses. Green eyes. Crucial hangouts. Fat fucks. Blended mochas. Gore. Horror. Holding your hand. Kissing. Nameless faces. Love letters. Punk music. Never ending thoughts. Pain. Love. Sylvia Plath. Pale skin. Peircings. Poetry. Screaming. Making out. Love handles. Silent screams. Shakespeare. Edgar Allen Poe. Skateboarding. Suicidal thoughts. Cookie dough lattes. Emo. Thrith stores. Unique personalities. Vintage everything. Writing. You and I. Friends. Star gazing. Photography. Old movies. Mohawks. Local music. Hardcore. Eyeliner. Glitter. Capturing the moment. Indie. Creative minds think alike. Heart wrenching love. Crushes. Love stories. Writing to my beloved. Indie Fucks.
xXhatesXx:
People that label me. Being judgmental. Taking it too fast. Hot hot hot days. Silence. Cheap talk. Skanks. Whores. Sluts. Hoes. Posers. Wannabes. People that copy me and say they did it them selves (never giving me any credit). People that lie to me. People that think they are all that and a bag of potato chips. When people drive by and honk or whistle at me. Parents. Rules. Having to abide the law. Casual sex. Drugs (pot doesn’t really count). Smoking its a nasty bad habit. Rooms with nothing in them or painted just ONE color. Sellouts. Etc.