AnonymousGirlOnFire

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Joined: April 5, 2012
Last Seen: 1 decade
user id: 289430
Location: NZ
Gender: F

Quotes by AnonymousGirlOnFire

I hate the way you talk to me, 
and the way you cut your hair.

I hate the way you drive my car, 
I hate it when you stare. 

I hate your big dumb combat boots,
and the way you read my mind. 

I hate you so much it makes me sick,
it even makes me rhyme. 

I hate the way you’re always right, 
I hate it when you lie. 

I hate it when you make me laugh,
even worse when you make me cry. 

I hate it when you’re not around, 
and the fact that you didn’t call. 

But mostly I hate the way I don’t hate you, 
not even close…
not even a little bit… 
not even at all. 

If coulfinaway to see thistraight I'run away, 
To some fortune that I should have found by now ,
So I run now to the things they said could restore me,
Restore life the way it should be..
I'm waiting for this cough syrup to come down

One more spoon of cough syrup now oh.
one more spoon of cough syrup now...

 



 












Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene


I'm begging of you, please don't take my man ...



Jolene,Jolene,Jolene,Jolene,

PLEASE DON'T TAKE HIM JUST BECAUSE YOU CAN.


 


 


So I throw up my fist, throw a punch in the air,
And accept the truth that sometimes life isn’t fair!
Yeah, I’ll send out a wish, yeah, I’ll send up a prayer
And finally someone will see 
...

how much I care






What can you do when your

good isn’t good enough

And all that you touch

tumbles down?

Cause my best intentions

Keep making a mess of

things,

I just wanna fix it somehow

But how many times will it

take? Oh, how many times

will it take for me



to get it right,
 



to get it right?



                                                                   Sing it for the boys
                                                                                                   Sing it for the girls

   
     
                               "Every time that you lose it sing it for the world
Sing it from the heart
Sing it till you’re nuts
Sing it out for the ones that’ll hate your guts;
                  "Sing it for the deaf
Sing it for the blind
Sing about everyone that you left behind"
                           Sing it for the world
Sing it for the world


 


Beth I know you're lonely
And I hope
you'll be alright

'Cause me and the boys
will be playing
all night

♥♥♥



I gotta have roots before branches,     t o know  who  I  am
Before I know
Who I wanna be
And faith
To take chances
To live like I see
A place in this world
For me



And I wish you all the love in the world,
But most of all, I wish it from myself,

And the songbirds keep singing,
Like they know the score
and I love you ,
I love 
you,
Love you...


Like never before 


Fleetwood Mac
 
 









My foot has just broken the surface

of the water when I hear a voice.

“You here to finish me off,

sweetheart? I whip around. It’s

come from the left, so I can’t pick it

up very well. And the voice was

hoarse and weak. Still, it must have

been Peeta. Who else in the arena

would call me sweetheart? ”


My eyes peruse the bank,

but there’s nothing. Just

mud, the plants, the base of

the rocks. “Peeta?” I whisper. “Where are you

?” There’s no answer

. Could I just have

imagined it? No, I’m certain it was real and very

close at hand, too. “Peeta?

” I creep along the bank

.  
“Well, don’t step on me.”

I jump back. His voice was

right under my feet. Still

there’s nothing. Then his

eyes open, unmistakably

blue in the brown mud and

green leaves. I gasp and am

rewarded with a hint of

white teeth as he laughs.
 

   ♥             

It’s the final word in

camouflage. Forget

chucking weights

around. Peeta should

have gone into his

private session with the

Gamemakers and

painted himself into a

tree. Or a boulder. Or a

muddy bank full of weeds.

“Close your eyes again,”

I order. He does, and his

mouth, too, and

completely disappears

. Most of what I judge to

be his body is actually

under a layer of mud

and plants. His face and

arms are so artfully

disguised as to be

invisible. I kneel beside

him. “I guess all those

hours decorating cakes

paid off.” Peeta smiles.

“Yes, frosting. The final

defense of the dying.”
.