Vacation Quote #6841151
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Vacation Here I come!!!

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Here I come!!!

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Starxoxo

posted July 28, 2013 at 6:51pm UTC tagged with vacation, here, away messages

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IN LIFE Theres trials we all have to face theres challenges that seem impossible to climb. We've all have been on those mountains that are really just a grain of sand. We all feel like Cinderella at the ball running out of time. We all need help, So when the challenges get deep and life gets dark, Just Enjoy the music!
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GUYS What if Steve really ISN'T on vacation? What if he got tired of all the drama and decided to sit back and watch to see how we'd behave on our own? This could be a test to see who can causes drama and who doesn't. He could be taking an actual vacation, too.
But really, all we want, and I speak for the entire human race here, is contact. Someone to let us know that we're not alone. That the world isn't a dream and you and I are really happening at the same time, even if it's not in the same place. That this is real. You're really there. I'm really here. We're real. This is real.
Mindless Excerpt #1 She walked along the beach, under the gray cover of the sky. The ocean looked equally as murky and unsettled as the sky did. Thunder rumbled, and a bright flash of lightening streaked across the afternoon gloom. Her feet were freezing from the touch of the ocean foam, but something about it made her feel less numb, so she couldn't bring herself to move. She huddled close to the assortment of dull boulders sprinkled about the base of the cliff, as she picked her way towards the sea. There was no rain--not yet, but waiting made her restless. She inched around a jagged rock, damp sand clinging to the bottoms of her feet, and at last found herself collapsing at the waters edge. Still, it receeded away from her, into itself, as if repulsed. There was something lonely in the gesture she made next--something desperate. She dragged herself forward on hands and knees towards the cold, unwanting waters. She left prints in the sand. It wasn't anything. At least, it almost wasn't. To her though, it was everything. Because the water coiled in on itself like a snake readying to spring, and then it washed forward, and she couldn't have been happier to find relief and acceptance--finally. Even as it made her skin burn with the cold, it felt better than her aching heart.
I told him I hated him, and maybe sometimes I did. Because there was no one else who could fuel my fire quite so easily. Nobody could make me as frustrated or flustered as him. Him with the dark eyes and dark hair, him so effortlessly beautiful and so tantalizingly cold. Him who let no one in and him who claimed to hate the world. Him with a frozen heart. Him who needed my love more than anyone else, and him who had acquired it.