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Construction Paper HeartIn all my life, there are many things my brothers taught me. Very few of them were taken seriously, and I can only remember a handful.

And so, rule number four was as follows: If you're ever on your first date with a guy in a restaurant and your date orders a lemon margarita, dump him. Immediately. Just end it right there.

Rule number six was to never, ever feed a stray cat tuna, for then, they will become tuna junkies.

Yes, I know, they're both very important life lessons; I agree. However, there's a deeper meaning in both of them. ...Well, alright, maybe there isn't.

But they did teach me this, and it's more than enough to make it throu
I am a womanI am not an object.  
 
You cannot use me.
 
I was not made simply for your pleasure.
I am not a pretty picture to be used and thrown away.
 
I have a heart, feelings, dreams….
 
I have a purpose here.
 
I am a human being, a person like you.
 
And it hurts me when you treat me as less than human.
 
It hurts me when I become less than a whole,
 
And just the sum of my parts.
 
It hurts me when I become just something to please you.
 
It hurts me when you strip away my humanity,
 
My clothes,
 
My purity.
 
Even if just with your eyes and mind.
 
You cannot stare at me in longing.
 
You cannot undress me with your eyes.
 
You cannot force me to kiss you.
 
You cannot grope me as you see fit.
 
You cannot take advantage of me.
 
You cannot have your way with me.
 
I am not to be dominated.
 
I am not to be violated.
 
When I say no, I do NOT mean yes.
 
When I te
FeathersI don’t really know how to start this. My memoirs drape over my head like a million wings at times like these and I can’t help but notice every feather and lose myself in counting them. The one that is the gravel road I grew up walking on is grayish brown, the one that is the burnt pumpkin wood that coats my house is frayed and holds a single box elder bug on its tip, and the one that is how the lawn feels between my toes when I stand still is chartreuse and glimmers if you turn it toward the light.  There are no birds that hold these wings. Just a single cherub, watching over me with unblinking legions of eyes at God’s bidd
Something in commonIs it weird that I've never written about me? That I've never poured my heart and soul into something and hoped whoever read it would pick me apart but still remember to put me back together again? Maybe we're all just watches, ticking away - tick, tick, tick - and maybe that's why I don't really like people. Maybe I'm tuned in to that underlying sound of them fading away. It’s not like you can pick up another battery when you’re shopping, is it, and why would I want to get close to someone and end up counting seconds until they left again?

My mum has this watch. She’s had it for years, as long as I can remember and somehow
Things About Me 1Well. Let me start off by saying this is just a list explaining a few things plus some random shit about me.

I don't like ignoring people. I do read everything someone sends me, but I honestly feel uncomfortable talking to people sometimes. I would love to but it's like...Like I feel like somewhere along the lines I'll seriously piss off someone on accident or make them hate me because of my opinions. I dunno.

I have no confidence in myself at all. Usually people think I say "I'm fat" or "I wish I was beautiful" for attention. But it's not. I honestly feel that way. I think I'm hideous.

I want to be a writer but I feel like my writing is t
a thought on loveif only love was an option.
R-P-A-C BIO SHEETRPAC Bio Sheet 

*dA name:* LUVthatSTUFF
*dA home page: http://luvthatstuff.deviantart.com/
*Real name: Just ask if you really wantto know ;p
*Nicknames: Judge,Blood,Nagi,Clue,Spell ( depends on who you want to role-play with ) Or if you want me to role-play as myslf  L-kun or Onion-kun will do
*Public email to contact: thatSTUFFLuv@yahoo.com
*Yahoo Messenger ID: thatSTUFFLuv@yahoo.com
*MSN: Can't use on my Mac, Buyt will use if needed
*AIM: Can't use on my Mac, But will use if needed
*Skype: Can't use on my Mac, But will use if needed
*ICQ: Don't know what that is...
*Best time to contact you? Throughout the week,Pretty much as ealy or as late as you want,though will tell you if otherwise
*Preferred RP method: I 'm an adapter, I will try what ever. Love new things~
Even Action and Adenture or more serious type things~
*Vore preferences / Pregnan
WatchersFake journal n° fhsgfasgasfasjgahhjf

I'll stick with that random number thing, yeh -u-
Maybe no one gives a frog but...

I felt like...

Saying...

That I'm gaining a lot of watchers lately ;A; ...

And...

I LOVE YOU ALL >w<

No I'm not on drugs, just I'm on a good mood today -u-
Procrastination     High-pitched ringing chimed from a cell phone vibrating on an intricately carved wooden chair. With a muffled groan, a pale hand lazily slapped at it in a poor attempt to shut it off. Such attempts were obviously unsuccessful, and the pale hand retracted to the nearby bed. In one slow, shaky movement, the pale arm and its twin hoisted up a frazzled girl with a mess of dark hair hiding her face. She slid off the bedside and picked up her phone, shut it off, and sat back on the mattress.
    “Maow…” whispered an orange fluff of fur at the foot of her bed. It raised its head and yawned as it blinked groggily at its owner
What They Do Not Tell You....What They Do Not Tell You About Being Color Blind

… is that over the course of your life you will be asked to identify the color of all manor of things, over and over.  
What they don’t tell you is the disbelief that comes when you are able to correctly identify the color of said objects.
“So you’re color blind?”
“Yup”
“What color is my shirt?”
“Green”
“You’re not color blind!”
“It doesn’t work like that, I can see colors.  It’s combinations, and tones and shades and stuff.  Have you taken a color blindness test before?”
“No...
Dreams: I Want To Hold Your Hand...  i had a dream last night.  i do not remember what it all entailed, i rarely ever do..., but most of my dreams are nightmares at best.  Ever since You left, i have been nothing but sad and depressed.  i always wake up crying or not even breathing from my dreams...

 But this dream was different.  The part that i remember the most and which was the best part, was only a few seconds long...  And it was something so simple, but brought such happiness.  And most people will laugh or raise an eyebrow, thinking me totally crazy.  Which they're probably right... You, on the other hand, will probably just roll Your beautiful eyes as You normally do
Symposium and Phaedrus
Old French postcards. So risqué for the day. Yet, more intimate than a lot of the nudity that is dished-up today. Nudity will never be as sexy as being naked. Just baring your flesh, does not leave you naked. Leaving the door to your soul ajar, does.

I've always thought it would be fun to do some modern-day French postcards with a twist. The twist being to express all the many ways everyone in the world thinks about love.

And, sex.

I've given this a lot of thought and, honestly, I think that sexual attraction is far deeper than the flesh. It is a profound need for contact. And, while the passage from desire to experience is a complicated f
HejterzyCzemu sie odwracacie??
Czemu mnie oczerniacie??
Czemu nie odpowiadacie??
Czemu mnie obrażacie??
Kto Wam to wszystko gada,
że odezwać chce się nawet lada??
O czym te wszystkie plotki,
o których gadają nawet lotki??
Po co te wszystkie kłamstwa
i ta cała obudowa chamska??
To naprawdę niepotrzebna,
aby mieć zachowanie chwalebne.
Uwierzcie mi na słowo,
to nie jest już oldskulowo.
Szanujcie mnie, proszę,
właśnie do Was się odnoszę,
moi drodzy hejterzy,
pewnie ciężar na Was leży.
                                                   @Bookleade 18.05.2013
Confessions by a Soldier's Sister"There’s just something about a man in a uniform."
Is there now? What is it about a man in a uniform? How does a simple uniform change a person? Why not say there’s something about a man in a fedora? But that’s just me. The truth is, as cliché and ambiguous as the phrase is, it’s also so darn true. There is something about a man in a uniform. On Friday night, for me, it was a slap in the face.
I don’t dislike men in uniform. I think a uniform makes a man look respectable and well put together. I come from a family of men in uniform. They are proud, strong, and dependable. I love men in uniform. So of all people,
My love of Martial arts: by DMy love of Martial arts:  by David C West.
   My name is David C West I am originally from Chicago. I move to Des Moines over 5 or more years ago. I live here with friends and work at the store up the street (Hy Vee). I have love of Martial Arts of all kinds no matter style. My love of the martial art stems from my love of comic book and the Kung fu flicks. In the marvel comic world there was/is Shang Chi “master of kung fu” So skilled was the he would fight foes with super power and/or power armor. There was/is Iron Fist, able focus his chi in to a devastating strikes. Then in DC comics’ there was Karate kid, known for be
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Um outro dia,um outro drama

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"Fiquei calado." "Eu sinto como se eu fosse morrer,e minha alma nunca gritou tão alto."
"Tinha medo de me aproximar das pessoas, porque a verdade é que elas sempre partem. E quando partem… Bem, cresce um buraco em você. E nada que você faça fecha esse buraco. "Eu vi pessoas partirem,como dia que amanhece e escurece,sem a gente perceber." "Um outro dia,um outro drama."se sentiu tão frágil como um castelo de cartas, a um sopro de desabar? "Eu sempre gostei de ficar no meu cantinho no meu quarto na minha cama pensando , e lá eu criava meu próprio mundo eu amava ficar ali por um tempo só pra fugi um pouco dessa trágica realidade , afastada de todos sem ninguém pra me encher o saco ou me magoar." Só eu e meus pensamentos ."
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"Só eu e meus pensamentos ."---->"Just me and my thoughts."

Um outro dia,um outro drama-------->"Another day, another drama"....
Translation:"I was silent." "I felt like I was dying, and my soul never screamed so loud."
"I was afraid to approach people, because the truth is that they always leave. And when they leave ... Well, it grows a hole in you. And nothing you do closes that hole." I saw people leaving, as day dawns and darkens, without us realizing it." "Another day, another drama." Felt as fragile as a house of cards, one blow from caving? "I always liked to stay in my little corner in my room on my bed thinking and there I created my own world I loved to stay there for a while just to run away a little of this tragic reality, away from everyone with no one to piss me off or hurt me. "Just me and my thoughts."
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~ackpack34 Jan 17, 2013  Student Photographer
I tried really hard to read this in my broken spanish....no good. But I love the translation.:)
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Mood: Wow! *Bewildered-Soul Jan 17, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Hahaha:giggle: well thanks for reading^^ I appreciate it just the same:huggle:
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~ackpack34 Jan 17, 2013  Student Photographer
:D any time my dear!
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*Bewildered-Soul Jan 17, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
:highfive:
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~ackpack34 Jan 17, 2013  Student Photographer
:D
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Mood: Wow! !Swagg-Queen Jan 12, 2013  Hobbyist Photographer
I tell ya you should be a writer missy^^ but can I ask you something?! Have you ever been this depressed before:3 I understand where you are coming from but do you ever talk to anybody about your feelingz=(
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*Bewildered-Soul Jan 12, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Like doing therapy, or counselling:3 No I don't, I think my depression has just been there all along and, I cant explain it, I cant seem to get it out of my system ya know:cries: but thanks for the feedback:tighthug:
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Mood: Wow! !Swagg-Queen Jan 12, 2013  Hobbyist Photographer
Awwww I understand, well if you ever wanna talk Im here for ya chicaXD:huggle:
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Mood: Longing *Bewildered-Soul Jan 12, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
I sure willl thank you for being concerned:happycry:
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!Swagg-Queen Jan 14, 2013  Hobbyist Photographer
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