rlt37:
that picture is absolutely adorable
I normally get along with everyone and don't care what other people do, but this really gets my goat.
The amount of girls on this site asking for things off their wishlists and even for donations is pathetic and unattractive. Seriously, how difficult can it be to snap some Polaroids or 4x6 pictures of oneself and sell them for $5 a pop? Or sell some...
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The amount of girls on this site asking for things off their wishlists and even for donations is pathetic and unattractive. Seriously, how difficult can it be to snap some Polaroids or 4x6 pictures of oneself and sell them for $5 a pop? Or sell some...
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dice:
very well said. I couldn't agree more.
irish:
HERE FUCKIN' HERE!
I have nightmares. All the time.
There are the usual ones. The ones you'll never hear about. And then there are the truly terrifying ones that words trivialise and make silly.
The most recent was that my town, surrounded in evergreen and ash tree forest, woke up to find that the healthy trees were dying. The ash has turned grey and brittle. The evergreens has...
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There are the usual ones. The ones you'll never hear about. And then there are the truly terrifying ones that words trivialise and make silly.
The most recent was that my town, surrounded in evergreen and ash tree forest, woke up to find that the healthy trees were dying. The ash has turned grey and brittle. The evergreens has...
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ki1:
that sounded like a story from a john connolly novel. did you wake up in a sweat? nightmares. hate 'em.
trocar:
Some men seek fame, others have it thrust upon them. I don't know where I stand on that scale because I've never put much thought into it. Your interpertation of the colder seasons are very unusual and abstract, my house is opposite to a cemetery (I know there's a joke in there somewhere, a funeral director living by cemetery) and this season reminds me of a long, drawn-out burial. "the soil yearns for its own to be complete, but a burial mound will never look as neat."
It was not her pride that kept her going during the days when fall came and the trees were losing their leaves, but more of a trance-like state that decends on animals whose lives are threatened -- a state in which the body reacts mechanically, in a low, tough gear without much too much painful reflection -- like a patient passively letting his disease hold...
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mayhem:
WOW thats beutiful and right up my alley these days. Thanks for noticing dear!!
cherry:
You are so gorgeous!
Time to be a big girl and face what I've been running from for too long.
I'm ready to come home.
I'm ready to come home.
rsabatino:
deep stuff you know checking out your profile pick you look like a nice cool glass of strawberry nestles quick 
This year has been bad for my spirit.
katya:
your profile pic is gorgeous!
i hope that the year to come will be much better for you
i hope that the year to come will be much better for you
darksphere:
That sucks.
Well, that sure as feck wasn't worth it.
darksphere:
An adventure?
I am lies and desperation personified.
trocar:
No you are closer related to the truent mountian chinook, gently soothing the knotted form of a pine on what should be a frost december morn' yet extinguished premature in the plight of a yule storm.
All those mandatory English classes in college had to amount to something.
All those mandatory English classes in college had to amount to something.
frolleinsuzy:
Merry Christmas Sweetheart
Cleave not to the past, but move forward.
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deadly_photo:
Happy birthday. Is that a Canon you're holding, or are you just pleased to see me?
Recent mirror picture:
Recent mirror picture:
trocar:
Where have you gone to?
Drinking rose tea. Wishing I was going to be somewhere else for my birthday.
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trocar:
new picture = wicked.
frolleinsuzy:
Happy Bday tomorrow sweetheart.
since i found your chalk outline
amongst the garbage in our alley
the sun sets wherever
i turn
the pillow i hold
pretending it's you
drowns in my tears
it's as cold as you
as still
i miss you
i hate that i can't lay on you
surrounded by your calm
your stability
my hands on your heart
my breath in tune with yours
the...
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amongst the garbage in our alley
the sun sets wherever
i turn
the pillow i hold
pretending it's you
drowns in my tears
it's as cold as you
as still
i miss you
i hate that i can't lay on you
surrounded by your calm
your stability
my hands on your heart
my breath in tune with yours
the...
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ta2dmom:
Whoa! I'm sorry you're having to live with that kind of pain.
xo
xo
trocar:
An old-school mortician I knew once told me that guilt was the cornerstone of appreciation.
I'm the newest member of the Spit_Pretty team and not one person has welcomed me. Not one.
I know I should post a picture of myself, but my camera is still packed up back in the States.
I'm going to go cry into my tea now. And then drink the sweet, hot tears of isolation. Bitches.
I know I should post a picture of myself, but my camera is still packed up back in the States.
I'm going to go cry into my tea now. And then drink the sweet, hot tears of isolation. Bitches.
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ta2dmom:
Hello Tian! Welcome!
frolleinsuzy:
Hey, welcome sweetheart.