piedoomrandomcheese
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Joined: April 23, 2012
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credit: she made it & i designed it.
i know this sounds bitchy but pLEASE READ THIS FOR ALL INFO ABOUT MY LAYOUT! DO NOT ASK ME ANY QUESTIONS THAT I HAVE SPECIFICALLY STATED HERE. I'VE GOTTEN PLENTY OF PEOPLE ASKING ME ALREADY AND THIS WILL ANWER ALL QUESTIONS so click here.
i know this sounds bitchy but pLEASE READ THIS FOR ALL INFO ABOUT MY LAYOUT! DO NOT ASK ME ANY QUESTIONS THAT I HAVE SPECIFICALLY STATED HERE. I'VE GOTTEN PLENTY OF PEOPLE ASKING ME ALREADY AND THIS WILL ANWER ALL QUESTIONS so click here.
Sup gutter sluts and bubble butts. This is my temporary layout until next one is made my my booboo Kaela. My name is Lacy yo. I enjoy rocking out with Ed Sheeran's and Josh Devine's cocks out. To clear up rumors, yes me and Niall have made sweet sweet love. And one more thing, i love my mammary for making me this.
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piedoomrandomcheese's Favorite Quotes
we were sitting side
by side
i moved towards you
i felt my body getting anxious
until
i touched you
it was the most beautiful feeling
then
my mouth moved closer to yours
i consumed you
satisfaction
i love you
pizza
i moved towards you
i felt my body getting anxious
until
i touched you
it was the most beautiful feeling
then
my mouth moved closer to yours
i consumed you
satisfaction
i love you
pizza
I’ll sit ire in the meadows
Until the day I find the right words
To tell you how the flowers cry
Until the day I find the right words
To tell you how the flowers cry
MELANCHOLY,
a bitter and familiar taste
slithers down my tongue
(until every piece of me)
is tainted with the lugubrious poison;
a forgottten foe.
i am nothing but acrid trumpery,
the gooey gum OF A "GLORIOUS" DEAD GOD.
a bitter and familiar taste
slithers down my tongue
(until every piece of me)
is tainted with the lugubrious poison;
a forgottten foe.
i am nothing but acrid trumpery,
the gooey gum OF A "GLORIOUS" DEAD GOD.
Breathe me in, sky of navy. I
spread my palms out far enough out to touch you;
your ethereality delicately twinges
me like a little honeybee in the midst of Summer
sprinkle. You taste like a dream, one of those
short, lovely ones you awake from in the
middle of the night while smiling as you
drift back to sleep. Dusk is my favorite time of the day,
it caresses and nuzzles me while illuminated
figures dance here and there; twirling to the sharp rhythm of my
pulse. I can almost
hear it, the sunlight settling in underneath the horizon.
Maybe a soft breeze or a mockingbird’s
chime accompanies the eventful delight of
twilight, maybe the sound of a child’s
laughter. Finally, as if
thanking a kind Goddess, I bow my head down and
leave the tiger-lily meadow. I have seen all of that which
I needed.
anything that stems from you
blossoms into a
flower
I Dream OF sTanDInG
In THe coLD wITH You
» SOFT WORDS CRACKED THE SOLID ICE IN TWO
FrosT BITTen HanDs woven as one
» SOFT WORDS CRACKED THE SOLID ICE IN TWO
FrosT BITTen HanDs woven as one
her hair was pressed against
her face
her eyes were red with anger
enraged by things unsaid
and empty beds and bad behavior
her eyes were red with anger
enraged by things unsaid
and empty beds and bad behavior