swimmyshark
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Joined: November 19, 2010
Last Seen: 2 years
Birthday: October 6
user id: 134720
Location: Connecticut
Gender: F
Joined: November 19, 2010
Last Seen: 2 years
Birthday: October 6
user id: 134720
Location: Connecticut
Gender: F
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Gazing up at the stars at night, I realize how small and
insignificant my problems aren't. – Galactic
Emperor Palpatine
"When the time comes
baby don't run
away
♥ just kiss me slowly."♥
Kiss me slowly ~ Parachute
♥ just kiss me slowly."♥
Kiss me slowly ~ Parachute
In This Moment
2.5
Last year I told my dad about how I'd finally stopped
seeing things.
And that I was healthy.
And I finally had a friend.
When I brought my friend over for dad to meet him, dad freaked
out and started throwing things.
I asked him to stop, I told him he was scaring my friend.
He looked me square in the eye and said that there was nobody
in the living room with us.
I looked to my left where Josh was standing, but he wasn't
there any more.
I started crying.
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Please don't forget me.
A step-by-step tutorial on
how to become a stereotypical white girl for the upcoming school
year:
1. Wear a pair of PINK yoga pants 4 times a weak.
2. Get a white iphone 5 (preferably with a pink sparkly case that has a 3D bow on it).
3. Make sure you're always caught up with the latest Pretty Little Liars episode.
4. Buy sparkly Ugg Boots.
5. Come to school every day with you favorite order of Starbucks.
6. Find a gay best friend.
7. Have at least 10 shirtless photos of Channing Tatum/Adam Levine/Any hot celebrity on your binder.
8. Don't forget to wear your white Hollister shorts so everyone knows you aren't on your period.
9. Try to be funny by using old Tumblr jokes that everyone already knows.
10. Take changing room selfies of each outfit you try on at the mall.
11. Pretend to have an anxiety disorder.
12. Spray Justin Bieber perfume everywhere you walk to mark your territory.
13. Post 50 videos on Vine of you trying to twerk.
14. Take a picture of all of the above and post it on Instagram.
15. Don't forget your hashtags: #iphonography #follow4follow #cute #instapic #frappuccino #instadaily #picoftheday #perfect #food #selfie #nofilter #favpic #socute #imperfect #tumblrgirl #f4f #outfitoftheday #pretty #hair #messybun #starucks #nature
16. You're*
1. Wear a pair of PINK yoga pants 4 times a weak.
2. Get a white iphone 5 (preferably with a pink sparkly case that has a 3D bow on it).
3. Make sure you're always caught up with the latest Pretty Little Liars episode.
4. Buy sparkly Ugg Boots.
5. Come to school every day with you favorite order of Starbucks.
6. Find a gay best friend.
7. Have at least 10 shirtless photos of Channing Tatum/Adam Levine/Any hot celebrity on your binder.
8. Don't forget to wear your white Hollister shorts so everyone knows you aren't on your period.
9. Try to be funny by using old Tumblr jokes that everyone already knows.
10. Take changing room selfies of each outfit you try on at the mall.
11. Pretend to have an anxiety disorder.
12. Spray Justin Bieber perfume everywhere you walk to mark your territory.
13. Post 50 videos on Vine of you trying to twerk.
14. Take a picture of all of the above and post it on Instagram.
15. Don't forget your hashtags: #iphonography #follow4follow #cute #instapic #frappuccino #instadaily #picoftheday #perfect #food #selfie #nofilter #favpic #socute #imperfect #tumblrgirl #f4f #outfitoftheday #pretty #hair #messybun #starucks #nature
16. You're*
To Be In
Love 1
“Get off of me!” I yelled, he had my wrist in his hand so tight I thought it was going to break.
“No!” he screamed back at me, I flailed my other arm until I got a hold of his cologne bottle and broke it over his head, I just kept hitting him with it until he loosened his grip on my wrist and pulled away. I called the cops as I watched the blood dip over his face, I shut the door and locked it.
“He’s hitting me, I broke a glass bottle over his head so bring an ambulance.” She said that the cops would be here in a minute, and I wish did get there in a minute but I listened to banging on the door, he hit it so hard it cracked and I grabbed the glass vase that held scented oil and held the sticks in my left hand. In the quick second I looked in the mirror I realized my cheek as swollen, my eyes were red and puffy from crying and I was bleeding on my arm. As quick as he broke down the door, I just kept smashing him in the head with this vase, I maybe hit him 4 times before the police opened the door and realized what was happening. One last time I smashed the glass over his head and backed up to the wall. Blood was everywhere, it was gushing out of him and I, he was cut up and I was just beat up. Walking out to the ambulance where I was being checked for breaks or fractures, the lady cop who was much taller then me came over to me.
“Hi.” She said, she had a small smile on her face but I knew that was only for me
“Can I ask you some questions?” I nodded and she sat next to me
“What’s your name and age?”
“Sophia Upton, 19.”
“Where do you live?”
“233 Morris Ave, Armerin, New York”
“Do you know him?” she asked me and I paused because I wish I didn’t
“He’s my boyfriend, His name is Joe, he just turned 20 in May. I don’t know what happened, he just started freaking out and it just escalated into this.” I said gesturing to the bruises on my body.
“This never happened before?” she looked confused
“Never. In the 10 months I’ve been with him and the 3 years I’ve known him, he has never done anything like this.” I said angrily.
“Are you okay?” she looked at me, but she meant that on a personal level, she meant is like a friend would ask her friend
“I’m fine, I’ll live.” I said, “Good luck getting the glass out of his head cause I beated him.” I admitted and she smiled
“That’s his problem, my job is to make sure you’re okay.” She smiled, the doctor said I was safe to go home, take two motrin and I’ll be fine. I thanked the guy and hopped off and wiped my face with my hands.
“Do you want me to take you home?” she said, I agreed to her taking me home and I left. I don’t know what happened but that’ll never happen again, it all happened so quickly; it went from an argument to a war with glass smashing and punches being thrown in every direction.
“Is it okay if I leave?” I looked at the lady and without looking over at me she questioned
“Leave where?” she asked sounding concerned.
“New York. I want to go to Minnesota, my grandma lives there and I want to get out of here.”
“Okay,” she said, she agreed that maybe it’s best if I spent some time out of here and that if I left her my contact information that I’d be fine. When I got to my house, she explained to my mom what had happened and that it was a safe and good idea to maybe send me off to my grandma’s to recover. I thanked her and went to my room where I sat on my bed and starred at the wall for 3 hours until my mom knocked on my door and came in. I looked up at her smiled a crappy smile but it was all I could give.
“Hey kiddo. I know you want to leave soon so I’ll let you decide when you’re ready. Are you hungry?”
“Yeah.” I admitted to her, she wiped my sweaty gross hair out of my face
“How about you go take a shower and I’ll make you something, okay?” I nodded my head and got off my bed and dragged my little body to the shower. I was sore and it hurt to even move my arms. When I got out I smelt macaroni and cheese coming from the kitchen and soft whispers of my mom and step-dad talking, I got changed and made my way to the kitchen to eat, my brothers were playing video games in the other room but they were strangely quiet I only heard a few grunts and about 3 “Come on!”’s I knew I wanted to get out of this house as soon as possible so I asked my mom to make my flight for tomorrow and hurried off to my room to pack. I couldn’t believe this was happening to me.
“Get off of me!” I yelled, he had my wrist in his hand so tight I thought it was going to break.
“No!” he screamed back at me, I flailed my other arm until I got a hold of his cologne bottle and broke it over his head, I just kept hitting him with it until he loosened his grip on my wrist and pulled away. I called the cops as I watched the blood dip over his face, I shut the door and locked it.
“He’s hitting me, I broke a glass bottle over his head so bring an ambulance.” She said that the cops would be here in a minute, and I wish did get there in a minute but I listened to banging on the door, he hit it so hard it cracked and I grabbed the glass vase that held scented oil and held the sticks in my left hand. In the quick second I looked in the mirror I realized my cheek as swollen, my eyes were red and puffy from crying and I was bleeding on my arm. As quick as he broke down the door, I just kept smashing him in the head with this vase, I maybe hit him 4 times before the police opened the door and realized what was happening. One last time I smashed the glass over his head and backed up to the wall. Blood was everywhere, it was gushing out of him and I, he was cut up and I was just beat up. Walking out to the ambulance where I was being checked for breaks or fractures, the lady cop who was much taller then me came over to me.
“Hi.” She said, she had a small smile on her face but I knew that was only for me
“Can I ask you some questions?” I nodded and she sat next to me
“What’s your name and age?”
“Sophia Upton, 19.”
“Where do you live?”
“233 Morris Ave, Armerin, New York”
“Do you know him?” she asked me and I paused because I wish I didn’t
“He’s my boyfriend, His name is Joe, he just turned 20 in May. I don’t know what happened, he just started freaking out and it just escalated into this.” I said gesturing to the bruises on my body.
“This never happened before?” she looked confused
“Never. In the 10 months I’ve been with him and the 3 years I’ve known him, he has never done anything like this.” I said angrily.
“Are you okay?” she looked at me, but she meant that on a personal level, she meant is like a friend would ask her friend
“I’m fine, I’ll live.” I said, “Good luck getting the glass out of his head cause I beated him.” I admitted and she smiled
“That’s his problem, my job is to make sure you’re okay.” She smiled, the doctor said I was safe to go home, take two motrin and I’ll be fine. I thanked the guy and hopped off and wiped my face with my hands.
“Do you want me to take you home?” she said, I agreed to her taking me home and I left. I don’t know what happened but that’ll never happen again, it all happened so quickly; it went from an argument to a war with glass smashing and punches being thrown in every direction.
“Is it okay if I leave?” I looked at the lady and without looking over at me she questioned
“Leave where?” she asked sounding concerned.
“New York. I want to go to Minnesota, my grandma lives there and I want to get out of here.”
“Okay,” she said, she agreed that maybe it’s best if I spent some time out of here and that if I left her my contact information that I’d be fine. When I got to my house, she explained to my mom what had happened and that it was a safe and good idea to maybe send me off to my grandma’s to recover. I thanked her and went to my room where I sat on my bed and starred at the wall for 3 hours until my mom knocked on my door and came in. I looked up at her smiled a crappy smile but it was all I could give.
“Hey kiddo. I know you want to leave soon so I’ll let you decide when you’re ready. Are you hungry?”
“Yeah.” I admitted to her, she wiped my sweaty gross hair out of my face
“How about you go take a shower and I’ll make you something, okay?” I nodded my head and got off my bed and dragged my little body to the shower. I was sore and it hurt to even move my arms. When I got out I smelt macaroni and cheese coming from the kitchen and soft whispers of my mom and step-dad talking, I got changed and made my way to the kitchen to eat, my brothers were playing video games in the other room but they were strangely quiet I only heard a few grunts and about 3 “Come on!”’s I knew I wanted to get out of this house as soon as possible so I asked my mom to make my flight for tomorrow and hurried off to my room to pack. I couldn’t believe this was happening to me.
❝Be
careful who you trust, the devil was once an
angel.