-
(Untitled)
Do we love because we truely love?
Or do we love because we want to be loved.
Purely selfish.
We love, because we want someone to love us.
To want us.
So we won't be alone.
I'm tired of being alone. -
(Untitled)
I hate thanksgiving with a passion, remind me to not come home next year. -
(Untitled)
Alright guys, I don't know if YOU know, but....
Morri's writing a play for sears!
*bows to applause*
It's hella long, and I'm going to put it behind a cut, but I'd appreciate it if you kids would read it and let me know what you think. Mind you, this hasn't been workshoped, just written from the acorn of my brain.
Read, and drop me a line!
( Pot? This is Kettle. Your Carbon's showing. ) -
(Untitled)
OUR GUIDANCE STAFF ARE OFFICIALLY FUCKHEADS ( Read more... ) -
(Untitled)
OMGZZZZ
MSN MESSENGER IS SO GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!
*has a brain hemmorhage*
ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!
*hulks out, destroys half of tokyo*
~A VERREH PISSED OFF DIVI! -
(Untitled)
Hey Boils and Ghouls.
This is a thingie for english "classical essay" and whatnot. Read it, tell me if it's crap so I can quickly rewrite it for monday.
Thanks babes!
♥ Divi
( When Mountains Become Speed Bumps )
