Forever 21Walking: Past tables of tank tops, Past baskets of bras, Past clothes racks of mini-skirts, For me just too small.Forever 21
Thinking: Of make-up and acne, Breasts far to small, And why does it have to be, Size S for all?
Wishing: For boy friends and love life, To be fair and tall, To look like the models, That line Lancome's walls.
They say Britney's a slut, but my skirts are too long. They say love life can wait, But I should wear a thong.
My cart's getting heavier. So is my heart. When did shopping
PerfectThe halls were dark, serene, and peaceful. Just as they should be. There was just enough light to keep a small child from being afraid of the dark, but not so much as to keep a restless grownup awake at night. The open window let in a gentle breeze that smelled of freshly mowed grass and Lysol. The quiet streets were lit by the dull glow of street lamps, all of which were fully functioning—no light bulb would even dare to flicker. It was nine o’clock on a Sunday night, which meant that no lights were turned on and no televisions were buzzing. Everyone had snuggled in for a cozyPerfect
Writer's block...
Teehee, will devstalk thee now.
...anywhoo... wecome to devart! other YW-ers are located at:
...I know I'm missing some, but...yah ^.^
Yaaaaay!!!! :3
(This is so weird... I coulda sworn I'd commented on your page before, but... huh. odd.)
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Gravitation cannot be held responsible for people falling in love.
--Albert Einstein
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Je ne suis pas là pour le moment. Veuillez laisser un message après le bip sonore. Je vous rappellerai.... peut-être.
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my Serious Side: ~ThrownOutOfEden
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