thedingbat

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       thedingbat

Quotes by thedingbat


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Falling in love is awfully simple,
falling out of love is simply awful.

- Not my quote, but the wise words of someone I have added via Facebook.
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 In a black and white world, it is you that brings the colour to my life.
 
 






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When I die, I want my funeral song to be 'Too sexy for my shirt' so everybody can still be reminded of the fact I'm still too sexy, even from the grave.
 

 



I lick the gun, when I'm done, because I know that
revenge is sweet.


 

I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I love you.  I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you.

 

Stop making me feel like this, please.
I don't know if this quote has been done before, but please let me know if it has.


She was an original. Her face showed youth, her hair couldn't be tamed. Her freckles highlighted the perfect complexion of her face.

The brush that contains powder sweeps across her face as a tear threatens to fall. The eyeliner reaches her eyes as she drags it upon the surface of her eyelid. Grasping the hair straighteners, she proceeds to burn her hair, before applying yet more makeup.

The little girl that stood there 20 minutes ago had gone, she now was nothing but a copy, with a fake smile implanted upon her face.

Society, what have you done?