boylover13flirtz14

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Joined: January 22, 2011
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Birthday: July 28
user id: 148323
Location: Michigan
Gender: F

 

 
 
I say that sh*t dont phase me, inside it drives me crazy.

Hiii, im Cassidy Nicole! My friends call me Elmer Cole though, so you can too. I'm fifteen, and i dream of being a journalist in Cincinnatti. I read alot, and i actually enjoy school. My favorite classes are english, history, and biology. I do competitive cheer and volleyball. If i was a model (trust me, i'd kill for it) i'd be known for my red hair! I love to shoot guns, decorate, and go shopping. If you really want to be my friend, follow me on twitter and tumblr, and message me there!  Instagram: Elmernicole13
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isn't that how all tragedies end?
starting off as lovers and leaving as friends. ♥




 


I like fall.
I like going to school.
And going to Starbucks for hot chocolate or coffee with a muffin.
I like hoodies and skinny jeans.
And wearing my winter boots before snow hits the ground.
I like reading in my house underneath a blanket.
I like sleeping in on the weekends.
I like Halloween.
And i like treat or treating.
I like raking leaves in my yard,
and eating cookies after dinner.
I like it when it's a little chilly.
I like to go to football games.
And i like Homecoming.
I like Fall.
Do you?

 


Mr. Krabs: Spongebob, take off that hat. You look like a girl. 
Spongebob: Am i a pretty girl? 

He's crying,
With empty bottle upon bottle beside him. Another broken promise, this time from him. Why stay sober if you have nothing to look forward to? He remembers her eyes as she told him goodbye. Twinkling, almost as if she was on the verge of tears herself- absolutely ridiculous in his opinion- she leaned in for a final hug and whispered, "i can't do this anymore. You can understand that right?" And when he nodded, a frown on his face, she rapped her arms around him and whimpered, "This is my final goodbye." Remembering this brought a new round of tears to his pale blue eyes. "But i love her." He took another drink from his bottle, no longer caring. Standing up, he lost his balance and fell. Curled into a little ball, he continued crying until he had nothing left.

She's parked on the bridge,
Door locked. She rocks back and forth in her seat, grasping the steering wheel like no tomorrow. Knuckles white, tears stream down her white cheek. She remembered the warmth of his body as she said goodbye, she remembered the sadness in his eyes as she walked away for the last time. He didn't understand the comment about her final goodbye. Not just to him, but to everyone. She couldn't live like this anymore. Walking around the truck, she climbs up onto the bridge railing. "I'm sorry." She whispered, although her letter was already in the vehicle. Looking around one last time, she jumped.
and now
she'll start crying. The tears fall down her face, as she cuddles with her teddy. No, that makes it worse. He gave her that bear. She throws it across the room, a scream echoeing out of her throat. "So much for loving me." She sobs, pulling off her sweatshirt. "I need a knife. WHERE'S MY KNIFE!" Her paranoia sinking in, she starts slicing her arm with an abandoned pencil, tearing away the letters bearing his name. Crawling towards the kitchen, she finds a knife. Her parents will find her hours later, her suicide note in hand.  why'd it go wrong?
and now
he lays on his bed, fidling with everything. Hands jerky from countless pills he popped. He can't sit down. He goes through out the room, tearing down picture after picture of them two together. "She said forever." He cried out, smashing another one. "She said always." He sobbed, ripping open another bottle from his bathroom cabinet. Three, four, soon they're all gone. Swaying on the spot he crawls towards his bed, and reaches underneath it. He starts writing. Handwriting uneven from his unstable drugs, he writes down countless reasons why. Taping a picture of her to the bottom, he moves towards his parents room, and grabs the gun.  why'd it go wrong? 
and now
he should be laying in bed, covers pulled around him, like the nurse used to. Now he should be dreaming of her, with her mysterious eyes, and her beautiful hair. Maybe he is dreaming of her? We wouldnt know. But now, instead of sleeping, he is watching her from Heaven, and studying, trying to find a cure for cancer. He knew this was his end, but he didn't want to die.  why'd it go wrong?
and now
she's pacing, even though its way late. tears are streaming down her face, even though she's cried every day since. what happened? he was perfectly fine before. she wonders where he is now. does he remember her? 'of course', she thinks, because why wouldnt he? he's probably watching her right now. she looks up, tears still sparkling in her eyes, and wipes her face, knowing he'd want her to stay strong.  she cant help thinking though,
 why'd it go wrong?

This quote is dedicated to "SocietyKilledTheTeenager" && "FramingMatthew"
He's sitting in the car,
With a bottle or two beside him. he knows he hurt her- he saw the anguish upon her face. He saw her shed a tear as he walked away; she didnt see him look back though. He shoved his black hair out of his face, and takes another shot from the bottle. Why does he always hurt her? Is he that afraid of getting hurt, that he has to hurt her instead? He sighs. He sees her blues eyes swimming with tears, and he lays his head down on the steering wheel, and just screams. He aches for her hug, her gentle kiss. He takes one more shot, grabs his cellphone, gives in and texts her.

She standing at the sink,
Door locked. Shaking her head. This isn't how it works. As she saw his smirk on his face as he told me it was over, her eyes well up again. Why does he hurt her? Why did he do this? She pops another pill, going on the 7th one. She looks down at her arm, blood stained and aching. Her wounds were self inflicted. Why does she fall so easy, for someone who plays so hard? She sighs. She sees his brown eyes, and his pink lips smiling. She aches for his hug, his passionate kisses. She takes one more pill, feeling faint and woozy. She grabs the sink to steady herself, but that isnt how this works. She pops one last pill, and falls to the ground, passed out. No one will find her, until its too late.

 

 

Don’t date someone because they're beautiful. Date them because they make your life beautiful.



theflirtythings in life;

goodmorning texts. the 'i miss yous' he sends after you hangout
       smelling him while hugging.  belt loops, nuff said.
waking up in the  middle of the night, checking your phone and seeing one from him..
when he sings you a sappy song. when he sends you a smiley face.
when he tells you a story. hearing his voice.
wearing his sweatshirt to sleep when you go to the movies and just cuddle . 
having a laughing attack while he hugs you..
'i love you' text messages 
him not caring aboutyour lack of makeup. him not replying cause he fell asleep texting you
hugs from behind. and fallling asleep knowing you'll see him tomorrow.
making him laugh. watching your favorite movie with him..
goofing around together.  knowing his ticklish spot. 
kissing your cheek. those half smiles he gives when you share a secret.
when he tells you you're pretty. when he accepts your relationship request 
and thoseconversations that last til 3 in the morning. finding a picture of the two of you
 
when he whispers you a secret. the presents he made you. and hearing your song and smiling(: