emz17lover
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Just a normal teenage girl trying to live in this messed up world.
Joined: November 10, 2011
Last Seen: 7 years
user id: 236471
Location: Malibu, Californiaaa
Gender: F
Joined: November 10, 2011
Last Seen: 7 years
user id: 236471
Location: Malibu, Californiaaa
Gender: F
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OH HELLO! Welcome to my page! I'm a 16 year old girl who just LOVES to dream about anything. Usually, I write it down. I'm currently writing FIVE books. Yeah. Five. At least, I think so. I've acually lost count! I have a website that I write some on called http://escapetoparadice.weebly.com
If you wanna check that out! I've only finished one, and am writing a sequel. It's a fan fiction book for my two bestest friends in the world, and for me. It's about CODY SIMPSON. I've seen him 3 times in the last year. I fell for him in August 2011, and am still a Simpsonizer. I met him this summer, and it was the most amazing thing EVER. Anyway I'll stop blubbering about everything, and let you get back to your live. Dream, believe, and hope! LOVE TO ALL<3
If you wanna check that out! I've only finished one, and am writing a sequel. It's a fan fiction book for my two bestest friends in the world, and for me. It's about CODY SIMPSON. I've seen him 3 times in the last year. I fell for him in August 2011, and am still a Simpsonizer. I met him this summer, and it was the most amazing thing EVER. Anyway I'll stop blubbering about everything, and let you get back to your live. Dream, believe, and hope! LOVE TO ALL<3
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she wasn't like everyone else.
she didn't like to go to parties and flirt with boys,
she would sit in her room while
words floated around in her head
then she would try to put them down on paper.
she would stand at her window and be there,
silentely in awe of the sunset, the sunrise and the stars,
and how different the moon and the sun are.
she would try to talk to people
and only chose words that were
more beautiful than the silence
that surronded her
He was gone. It was like he wasn't even here. Not a piece of him was left in our room. There were no reminders of the love I found in the room we shared. The room we once shared. The only thing that remained was the faint smell of him and the memories we created. He had left the room empty. He took everything. He even had the audacity to take my heart. My mother warned me about this. "People are cruel. They'll make you think they love you." she'd say, "Then they'll go and leave you nothing but a lost heart and faded dreams." So I sat there in our room and stared at the bed and I thought of him. I stared out the window and I thought of him. I stared at the lines on my hands and I thought of him. Because all the memories we made were everywhere and everywhere I looked I saw the memories he'd forgotten to take with him.
[1] I need to tell you a secret, look at
5!
[2] The answer is look at at 11.
[3] Don't get mad, look at 15.
[4] Calm down, don't be mad, look at 13.
[5] First look at 2.
[6] Don't be angry, look at 12!
[7] I just wanna say I love you.
[8] What I wanted to tell you was... look at 14.
[9] Be patient, look at 4.
[10] This is the last time; just look at 7.
[11] I hope you don't get mad when I say look at 6.
[12] sorry, look at 8.
[13] Don't get mad, look at 10.
[14] I don't know how to say this but look at 3.
[15] You must be really angry, look at 9.
[2] The answer is look at at 11.
[3] Don't get mad, look at 15.
[4] Calm down, don't be mad, look at 13.
[5] First look at 2.
[6] Don't be angry, look at 12!
[7] I just wanna say I love you.
[8] What I wanted to tell you was... look at 14.
[9] Be patient, look at 4.
[10] This is the last time; just look at 7.
[11] I hope you don't get mad when I say look at 6.
[12] sorry, look at 8.
[13] Don't get mad, look at 10.
[14] I don't know how to say this but look at 3.
[15] You must be really angry, look at 9.
long, but worth
the read...
A
Daddy's Letter to His Little Girl
(about her future husband)
Dear Cutie-Pie,
Recently, your mother and I were searching for an answer on Google. Halfway through entering the question, Google returned a list of the most popular searches in the world. Perched at the top of the list was “How to keep him interested.”
It startled me. I scanned several of the countless articles about how to be sexy and sexual, when to bring him a beer versus a sandwich, and the ways to make him feel smart and superior.
And I got angry.
Little One, it is not, has never been, and never will be your job to “keep him interested.”
Little One, your only task is to know deeply in your soul—in that unshakeable place that isn’t rattled by rejection and loss and ego—that you are worthy of interest. (If you can remember that everyone else is worthy of interest also, the battle of your life will be mostly won. But that is a letter for another day.)
If you can trust your worth in this way, you will be attractive in the most important sense of the word: you will attract a boy who is both capable of interest and who wants to spend his one life investing all of his interest in you.
Little One, I want to tell you about the boy who doesn’t need to be kept interested, because he knows you are interesting:
I don’t care if he puts his elbows on the dinner table—as long as he puts his eyes on the way your nose scrunches when you smile. And then can’t stop looking.
I don’t care if he can’t play a bit of golf with me—as long as he can play with the children you give him and revel in all the glorious and frustrating ways they are just like you.
I don’t care if he doesn’t follow his wallet—as long as he follows his heart and it always leads him back to you.
I don’t care if he is strong—as long as he gives you the space to exercise the strength that is in your heart.
I couldn’t care less how he votes—as long as he wakes up every morning and daily elects you to a place of honor in your home and a place of reverence in his heart.
I don’t care about the color of his skin—as long as he paints the canvas of your lives with brushstrokes of patience, and sacrifice, and vulnerability, and tenderness.
I don’t care if he was raised in this religion or that religion or no religion—as long as he was raised to value the sacred and to know every moment of life, and every moment of life with you, is deeply sacred.
In the end, Little One, if you stumble across a man like that and he and I have nothing else in common, we will have the most important thing in common:
You.
Because in the end, Little One, the only thing you should have to do to “keep him interested” is to be you.
Your eternally interested guy,
Daddy
(about her future husband)
Dear Cutie-Pie,
Recently, your mother and I were searching for an answer on Google. Halfway through entering the question, Google returned a list of the most popular searches in the world. Perched at the top of the list was “How to keep him interested.”
It startled me. I scanned several of the countless articles about how to be sexy and sexual, when to bring him a beer versus a sandwich, and the ways to make him feel smart and superior.
And I got angry.
Little One, it is not, has never been, and never will be your job to “keep him interested.”
Little One, your only task is to know deeply in your soul—in that unshakeable place that isn’t rattled by rejection and loss and ego—that you are worthy of interest. (If you can remember that everyone else is worthy of interest also, the battle of your life will be mostly won. But that is a letter for another day.)
If you can trust your worth in this way, you will be attractive in the most important sense of the word: you will attract a boy who is both capable of interest and who wants to spend his one life investing all of his interest in you.
Little One, I want to tell you about the boy who doesn’t need to be kept interested, because he knows you are interesting:
I don’t care if he puts his elbows on the dinner table—as long as he puts his eyes on the way your nose scrunches when you smile. And then can’t stop looking.
I don’t care if he can’t play a bit of golf with me—as long as he can play with the children you give him and revel in all the glorious and frustrating ways they are just like you.
I don’t care if he doesn’t follow his wallet—as long as he follows his heart and it always leads him back to you.
I don’t care if he is strong—as long as he gives you the space to exercise the strength that is in your heart.
I couldn’t care less how he votes—as long as he wakes up every morning and daily elects you to a place of honor in your home and a place of reverence in his heart.
I don’t care about the color of his skin—as long as he paints the canvas of your lives with brushstrokes of patience, and sacrifice, and vulnerability, and tenderness.
I don’t care if he was raised in this religion or that religion or no religion—as long as he was raised to value the sacred and to know every moment of life, and every moment of life with you, is deeply sacred.
In the end, Little One, if you stumble across a man like that and he and I have nothing else in common, we will have the most important thing in common:
You.
Because in the end, Little One, the only thing you should have to do to “keep him interested” is to be you.
Your eternally interested guy,
Daddy
Mom: Why is everything on the floor?!
Me: Gravity, mom.
Oh my god, I just hate this one girl!
Please
hear me out guys? Okay, so she's like, so annoying!
I HATE her so much! She's always making me feel stupid and
she always helps my grades go down by making me pay attention to
her frickin problems! She's ALWAYS rambling on about
unnessessary problems in her life, like can you SHUT UP NO ONE
CARES. Good GOD. I hope she knows everyone wants her to
die. I wish she would just fall off a cliff or something. Oh
yeah, and she's so self centered! She thinks she's the
most important subject of everything, like once I was talking
about nails but NOPE she just has to BUTT IN and interrupt my
comversation, like seriously?? UGH. JUST. FREAKING. DIE. ALREADY.
OMFG. Trust me, if you knew her, you would say the same thing.
But wait, you do know her, because her name is
Math.
To me it's very depressing that
we're all going to die someday.
I mean everything you've ever known is just going to be gone forever. All the people you've known, the things you've learned, the memories, everything will be gone. We're just regular people trying to get by. Most of our lives will be forgetten about in 100 or 200 years. One day our one universe will be gone and there will be no memory of us or whatever lived, and that makes me sad because I really love life and I don't want to say goodbye forever.
I mean everything you've ever known is just going to be gone forever. All the people you've known, the things you've learned, the memories, everything will be gone. We're just regular people trying to get by. Most of our lives will be forgetten about in 100 or 200 years. One day our one universe will be gone and there will be no memory of us or whatever lived, and that makes me sad because I really love life and I don't want to say goodbye forever.
