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-Danice Horton.
My life revolves around music. I play piano, guitar, and I sing.
I dream big.
I live in a small town, surrounded by banjo-playing hicks.
They call me the outcast.
I'm pansexual. Meaning I love whoever I love, and the gender isn't a factor.
Everybody makes mistakes.
"Slut" is carved on my knee from last summer. All because the guy I was crushing on called me a whore online.
Funny how much words can hurt.
My eyebrow, my nose, and my toungeweb are pierced.
I hate stereotypes.
Don't call me scene, punk, emo or whatever.
I'm Just Me.
Tired of Labels.
Imperfectionist.
I write poems and songs.
I'm just starting to become comfortable in my own skin.
None of my relationships last for more than three weeks.
But that's okay, I'll find someone eventually.
I'm actually inlove with my guy friend. Classic story, huh? Girl and guy becomes friends, one of them is bound to fall.
Too bad, I'm stuck in the friend zone.
That's really all there is to know.
I'm really nice, unless you're just stupid.
-Add me on Facebook? Danice Horton. I'll accept, I promise <3
ps- My life was recently changed, all because someone told me I was beautiful. It blew my mind that someone could possibly think that. I've been loads happier ever since. I just want everybody to know, there's a light at the end of the tunnel.
My life revolves around music. I play piano, guitar, and I sing.
I dream big.
I live in a small town, surrounded by banjo-playing hicks.
They call me the outcast.
I'm pansexual. Meaning I love whoever I love, and the gender isn't a factor.
Everybody makes mistakes.
"Slut" is carved on my knee from last summer. All because the guy I was crushing on called me a whore online.
Funny how much words can hurt.
My eyebrow, my nose, and my toungeweb are pierced.
I hate stereotypes.
Don't call me scene, punk, emo or whatever.
I'm Just Me.
Tired of Labels.
Imperfectionist.
I write poems and songs.
I'm just starting to become comfortable in my own skin.
None of my relationships last for more than three weeks.
But that's okay, I'll find someone eventually.
I'm actually inlove with my guy friend. Classic story, huh? Girl and guy becomes friends, one of them is bound to fall.
Too bad, I'm stuck in the friend zone.
That's really all there is to know.
I'm really nice, unless you're just stupid.
-Add me on Facebook? Danice Horton. I'll accept, I promise <3
ps- My life was recently changed, all because someone told me I was beautiful. It blew my mind that someone could possibly think that. I've been loads happier ever since. I just want everybody to know, there's a light at the end of the tunnel.
Quotes by blindfoldedX
HE WATCHES HER TAKE THE MAKEUP OFF
HER FACE
and wonders why she put it on, in the first place.
She hides her insecurites, she doesn't hide them well,
The tears in her eyes say more then her mouth will ever tell.
He watches her put on her make up, he watches her disgrace;
He watches the imperfections vanish from her face.
He watches her take a razor to her wrist,
Thinking "She's beautiful, why would she do this?"
He watches her slowly make scar after scar,
With every cut she makes, it's like a razor to his heart.
he watches her force a smile on her face,
He watches her struggle; she feels out of place.
He watches her hide the scars on her wrist,
Thinking to himself, he wants her to be his.
He watches her walk, fighting the tears,
He's been watching her pain for so many years.
He watches her cry; She don't understand,
He'd give anything to hold her hand.
and wonders why she put it on, in the first place.
She hides her insecurites, she doesn't hide them well,
The tears in her eyes say more then her mouth will ever tell.
He watches her put on her make up, he watches her disgrace;
He watches the imperfections vanish from her face.
He watches her take a razor to her wrist,
Thinking "She's beautiful, why would she do this?"
He watches her slowly make scar after scar,
With every cut she makes, it's like a razor to his heart.
he watches her force a smile on her face,
He watches her struggle; she feels out of place.
He watches her hide the scars on her wrist,
Thinking to himself, he wants her to be his.
He watches her walk, fighting the tears,
He's been watching her pain for so many years.
He watches her cry; She don't understand,
He'd give anything to hold her hand.
When mountains fall apart,
when color turns to grey,
You're always in my heart,
You're always gonna stay.
When the world has disappeared,
And sunset turns to shade;
You're always on my mind,
you're never gonna fade.
-poem I wrote. Never bothered posting it before, knowing I wouldn't get any faves 'cause I'm not "Popular".
when color turns to grey,
You're always in my heart,
You're always gonna stay.
When the world has disappeared,
And sunset turns to shade;
You're always on my mind,
you're never gonna fade.
-poem I wrote. Never bothered posting it before, knowing I wouldn't get any faves 'cause I'm not "Popular".
You're
Amazing,
You're Incredible.
You're Every Shade of Beautiful.
You're Every Shade of Beautiful.
don't you worry
your pretty little mind
-people throw rocks at things that shine
ours-taylor swift
-people throw rocks at things that shine
ours-taylor swift