Quotes added on Sunday, November 15 2009

I   think  I  know  why   11:11   doesn't   really   work.
It's  because,   when  everyone  sits  around  waiting
for the clock to change,  you  lose  the  spontaneity.
Wishes   aren't   supposed   to   be  on  a  schedule,
they  just  happen.  That's  why  I  think  we  should
wish on  shooting  stars,  they only appear every so
often and you never know when. That's how wishing
is  supposed  to  be, unexpected and spontaneous.

Beaten and bruised,
Broken and torn.
Silence screams,
Haunting dreams,
and twisted melodies.
Yes, all of these things define....


never stop believin
[ cause if it's meant to be ]
it'll find a way
; xo <3 
 Listen up
cause this is not the end,
You're the last thing that crossed my mind.
Relationships are based on trust,
Well I guess this one was based on
l i e s .
AIM ME; falconsxxox3
im on noww for oncee!

And I wonder does he really love me?

girl: hey sexy
boy: hi..
girl: i like your buns
boy: thank you?

btw this is what my friend
said to this guy lol

And I'll take you for who you are...

If you take me for everything...

And do it all over again...

Its All The Same...


Daddy, It hurts! :(

OMG....Read this....It is so sad...I cryed...


My name is Chris, I am three, My eyes are swollen..I cannot see.

I must be stupid, I must be bad, What else could have made, My daddy so mad?

I wish I were better, I wish I weren't ugly, Then maybe my mommy, Would still want to hug me.

I can't do a wrong, I can't speak at all, Or else I'm locked up, All day long.

When I'm awake, I'm all alone, The house is dark, My folks aren't home.

When my mommy does come home, I'll try and be nice, So maybe I'll just get, One whipping tonight.

I just heard a car, My daddy is back, From Charlie's bar I hear him curse, My name is called, I press myself, Against the wall.

I try to hide, From his evil eyes, I'm so afraid now, I'm starting to cry. He finds me weeping, Calls me ugly words, He says its my fault, He suffers at work.

He slaps and hits me, And yells at me more, I finally get free, And run to the door.

He's already locked it, And I start to bawl, He takes me and throws me, Against the hard wall.

I fall to the floor, With my bones nearly broken, And my daddy continues, With more bad words spoken.

'I'm sorry!', I scream, But it's now much to late, His face has been twisted, Into a unimaginable shape.

The hurt and the pain, Again and again, O please God, have mercy! O please let it end!

And he finally stops, And heads for the door, While I lay there motionless, Sprawled on the floor.

My name is Chris, I am three, Tonight my daddy, Murdered me.

And you can help, Sickens me to the soul, If you read this, and don't pass it on.

I pray for your forgiveness, You would have to be, One heartless person, Not to be affected, By this Poem.

And because you ARE affected, Do something about it! So all I ask you to do, IF YOU ARE AGAINST CHILD ABUSE!

Post this as 'Daddy ... it hurts' If you do not send this to everyone you know Then you obviously don't care about child abuse.

At first I thought this was just a chain letter and I wasn't going to send it either, but now I realize that this is an important situation. At least 5 children each day from around the world die from child abuse!!!!
scared + terrified + feared
Michell Davis - livelavalive
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