jessicalyn09876
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Heey beautiful (: My name is Jessica and i'm 17 years young, I blow the
candles out December 18th. I am a junior(: I love writing quotes and
songs. I also love photography.(: i've been through a lot in my life, but
it changes me to make me a better person. Im just a normal teenage
girl.
Take me as i am, or watch me as i go. Everyone makes mistakes, i believe
songs. I also love photography.(: i've been through a lot in my life, but
it changes me to make me a better person. Im just a normal teenage
girl.
Take me as i am, or watch me as i go. Everyone makes mistakes, i believe
in 2nd chances so dont screw the second one up. Hmu & get to know me.
My formspring is: http://www.formspring.me/jessicalyn09876 ask
me anything, don't be shy.(:
My formspring is: http://www.formspring.me/jessicalyn09876 ask
me anything, don't be shy.(:
jessicalyn09876's Favorite Quotes
we were
and then we weren’t
sometimes people fall asleep in love
and wake up empty
sometimes people fall asleep
and don’t wake up at all
and it hurts
until it doesn’t
and you don’t always feel it at first
but when you feel it
oh god do you feel it
and sometimes we bleed ourselves
dry before we can feel okay again
and sometimes the scars don’t fade
like the doctor said they would
and i know sometimes I come home
with my knees torn apart and
lips that look like cherries
but taste like blood
and one day I’ll be spitting up your
name and I won’t be able to taste
anything but you
and you
and you
and I can’t stop my heart from beating so
fast that I collapse on the ground trying
to catch my breath
and I can’t fall asleep knowing that I
might wake up and not be yours
because tonight we are
but who knows if you’ll still love me when the
sun pierces through the blinds and hits you
in the face
and then we weren’t
sometimes people fall asleep in love
and wake up empty
sometimes people fall asleep
and don’t wake up at all
and it hurts
until it doesn’t
and you don’t always feel it at first
but when you feel it
oh god do you feel it
and sometimes we bleed ourselves
dry before we can feel okay again
and sometimes the scars don’t fade
like the doctor said they would
and i know sometimes I come home
with my knees torn apart and
lips that look like cherries
but taste like blood
and one day I’ll be spitting up your
name and I won’t be able to taste
anything but you
and you
and you
and I can’t stop my heart from beating so
fast that I collapse on the ground trying
to catch my breath
and I can’t fall asleep knowing that I
might wake up and not be yours
because tonight we are
but who knows if you’ll still love me when the
sun pierces through the blinds and hits you
in the face
She was so tragically beautiful. The type of beautiful that
desperately hid behind stained edges of wine glasses and
hourglass figured gowns. She was the kind of gorgeous that
displayed skin as clear as fresh snow to distract from
insecurities that attacked her mind like sharpened daggers. Her
mascara was almost as dark as her thoughts and her teeth as white
as her lies. As for her eyes, they changed as quickly as her
moods did. But if they were blue, they were sure to be the most
mesmerizing shade of blue you had ever encountered.
Her personality was sporadic. Unpredictable. Monday she would be shining brighter than the north star. Her smile was unlike any you had ever seen, outlined by lips as dark as blood. A glorious contradiction that portrayed her nature so well that you would think it was planned; but it wasn’t. In fact, she hardly planned anything. But despite her lack of strategy, she never failed to get what she wanted. Her voice was impossible to ignore. She never needed to explain herself because no one would dare argue with even a syllable that flowed through her teeth. Each word met the ears like a love song, and before you could catch yourself, she would have you tucked deep in her pocket.
Then by Wednesday she would be so vigilant that you’d think she had just been hit by a line of traffic mere minutes before. I swear, you had never seen a person who so greatly resembled a newborn fawn. She was still learning how to walk, but not trusting the world enough to help her. Your heart would break with each downward twitch of her chops. Her once tan skin would lighten to a color that resembled old paper, but the consistency was more similar to thin glass. You would be cautious to speak too loud near her, for fear that the sound waves would cause her to shatter.
"Oh, how I wish you could have met her while she was still alive" ~ r.m.
Her personality was sporadic. Unpredictable. Monday she would be shining brighter than the north star. Her smile was unlike any you had ever seen, outlined by lips as dark as blood. A glorious contradiction that portrayed her nature so well that you would think it was planned; but it wasn’t. In fact, she hardly planned anything. But despite her lack of strategy, she never failed to get what she wanted. Her voice was impossible to ignore. She never needed to explain herself because no one would dare argue with even a syllable that flowed through her teeth. Each word met the ears like a love song, and before you could catch yourself, she would have you tucked deep in her pocket.
Then by Wednesday she would be so vigilant that you’d think she had just been hit by a line of traffic mere minutes before. I swear, you had never seen a person who so greatly resembled a newborn fawn. She was still learning how to walk, but not trusting the world enough to help her. Your heart would break with each downward twitch of her chops. Her once tan skin would lighten to a color that resembled old paper, but the consistency was more similar to thin glass. You would be cautious to speak too loud near her, for fear that the sound waves would cause her to shatter.
"Oh, how I wish you could have met her while she was still alive" ~ r.m.
What if you wake up one morning and you’re
in bed with the love of your life and they have their arm around you and
their snoring like a fcking a.ss hole, but you can’t help but to smile and
you hear a baby crying and it finally hits you, you’ve made it. you beat the
demons inside you, the voices, the darkness. I look forward to that, to knowing I
made it.
