




Arabian Shady wrote:i saw jaw vomit in a jar, fuck you trinell
*disgusted




Arabian Shady wrote:I thought she'd talk! but nooooo, the crazy girl had to show us a video or her puking!!
damn!
1 trinell and a Jar


PINK wrote:Arabian Shady wrote:I thought she'd talk! but nooooo, the crazy girl had to show us a video or her puking!!
damn!
1 trinell and a Jar
Okay can you please stop talking about it. Am traumatized as well.
okay Bistnal wrote:Arabian Shady wrote:I thought she'd talk! but nooooo, the crazy girl had to show us a video or her puking!!
damn!
1 trinell and a Jar
lol, well sucks for you.



eminemgirl1234 wrote:It feels so good to be back! You guys missed me,'cause, I missed you!

SajN wrote:eminemgirl1234 wrote:It feels so good to be back! You guys missed me,'cause, I missed you!
yes, I missed you so much that I had to puke, swallow it, and then puke again.

AspirinE wrote:Miranda > space,matter and time > *


SajN wrote:eminemgirl1234 wrote:It feels so good to be back! You guys missed me,'cause, I missed you!
yes, I missed you so much that I had to puke, swallow it, and then puke again.


AspirinE wrote:Miranda > space,matter and time > *


*MIRANDA* wrote:i bet it is.


eminemgirl1234 wrote:*MIRANDA* wrote:i bet it is.
Yeah, it is, *MIRANDA*!

AspirinE wrote:Miranda > space,matter and time > *


PINK wrote:'...The beads that encircle my wrist have also encircled the wrists of others like me, though they weigh just ounces on the arm, they weigh a ton on the soul. Their glimmer taunts us, surrounds us completely, then envelopes us whole. Their luminosity is branded into our mind’s eye, so that they are the first thing we see in the morning, and the last thing we behold at night. They lay the boundaries that we are forbidden to cross and punish us with their cold, vice-like grip when we tread that fine line.
The beads that revolve around my wrist are like hidden landmines, always a constant reminder of treading carefully, hopping on tips of toes when in a kitchen, in a mall, or out with friends. They said they liked it, my friends about my bracelet. Its beads glimmering like the neon signs and lights of Las Vegas. However, much like the sequins that adorn the city’s glamorous show girls, they hide the scars of an obsession of perfection, a smokescreen that chokes back anyone who tries to see passed it; a smokescreen that hides the ugly truth, the wire under the beads.
I love my beads, but hate the wire that holds them together...'
That's how I feel.
End of rant.


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