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Let me take you down;
Strawberry fields – Nothing is real.[INDENT][INDENT]
Your bloodshot eyes have seemed to call to me; pleading for some forgiveness. Have you come to redeem yourself? I don’t believe in you.
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Hey Jude;
[/INDENT]Meet Julian, he’s a guitar player. Very shy, but dependable. You see, Julian was never exactly the smartest guys in his classes. His family wasn’t always full of money and used his guitar to save his sanity. He was a rock and roller, despite his shy demeanor. His eyes glance off towards the sky with diamonds flashing within them for a way to branch out. He wants to be like her, or rather be with her. {Played by:}.[INDENT]Take a sad song and make it better
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Look for the girl with the sun in her eyes – and she’s gone.
[/INDENT]Marissa would dream of having adventures everywhere she went. No matter how bizarre they were, she always wanted to be somewhere else then where she already was. Marissa wasn’t afraid; she never seemed to be afraid of anything. Maybe that’s why she was always trying to show off for the fool. {Played by:}.[INDENT]Lucy in the sky with diamonds -- the girl with kaleidoscope eyes.
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Let me take you away to another place. Nothing is real here. Living is easy with eyes closed. But when these four are taken to his made-up world, they must learn about themselves and learn to understand in order to be able to get back to the real world.


Come down to Strawberry Fields. Forever.

If you could change your name, what would you change it to?

Glitter Fairy Sugger Plum Ninja Monkey.

ShaBANG! My future husband! I'm one less lonely girl *cough* (really bad justin bieber joke...) SO TAKE THAT MADDY! (aww, you know I love you girlie!~)

Spoiler:

Part II of a convo with my friend. I tell it like it is. :3 Even if people don't want to hear it at first... it's nice to know that my advice is appreciated sometimes.

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Hehe

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Arrggh, Huckleberry Finn. >.<

As soon as the bell had sounded off, Anastasia caught sight of the teacher, who practically jumped from his desk and beginning something a little odd to her. She normally didn’t see teachers who didn’t mind the students calling them by their first name. Peculiar, in a way of course. “Any volunteers?” She perked up a brow and waited a moment before standing with her hand barely raised.

“I will.” She knew, of course, that no other student would volunteer himself or herself willingly until maybe a few people had already gone before them. Why not take the chance and be first? She strode over and plucked the thin brush from his grasp. Turning towards the canvas, she dipped the brush in the pain and smoothly spread her name in a neat cursive, “Ana-sta-sia,” She began, “Mer-cer.” She finished with a satisfied smile. “This is my last year here, fore I am a senior.” She spoke as she stared at her name on the canvas before turning back to face the class. Her eyes glanced, only for a moment, towards Erik Cass. “My hobbies include the three ‘D’s.” She chuckled, “Dreaming, drawing, designing, along with other little things.” She had such a calm aura around her as she spoke freely. “I’m, what you may call, a mediator—a keeper of peace. I’m like all of the Beatles combined, without all the acid, of our time.” She chuckled, not really caring if people laughed at her or not.

The brunette decided that was enough to say as she quietly placed the brush back into the paint, “Oh, and feel free to talk to me about anything at all. I’ll listen.” She added, though her words weren’t very loud. But with her final words, she made her way back to her own stool and sat cross-legged once again upon the chair.

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Mathieu waited for a response as he made himself a wee bit more comfortable on the door frame, crossing his arms over his chest, waiting for her to take notice. Which, she finally did spin around to face him, replying in French words and definite tone. He nodded slowly, “Ah, you’re the exchange student.” He replied, “There are several French rooms here.” He motioned with his hand very subtly but then continued with his words, changing to the French language, “Mais apparemment, vous êtes dans ma classe.” He told her, perking up a brow, “Or so it says.” He reverted back to English.

He turned away from her to walk back into his classroom, only to look back for a moment, “Well? Voulez-vous nous rejoindre?” He questioned her, he motioned towards and empty desk, “Please, have a seat.” He offered her as he moved towards his desk before the bell had sounded off, finally.

“Bonjour.” He greeted the class with a lack of feeling. “Je m’appelle Monsieur DeMarci.” He introduced himself in the foreign language, “Welcome to French IV.” He continued, grabbing a few sheets of paper from his desk, “Now, on this paper, I want you write your name then pass it around the class, once it gets back to me, I’ll call someone’s name. If I call on your name, you must tell me something about yourself in French.” He instructed, handing a piece of paper to the first person he saw. “Begin writing. But while you wait for that,” He spoke, “Tell me something you know about the French culture.” He spoke, resisting that common smirk on that face of his.


From another roleplay I belong to. x:

Of course Alyssa is the tiny dangerous one. Alyssa is ALWAYS the tiny dangerous one. SOMEDAY, ALYSSA WILL KILL YOU ALL. KIILLLLL. OR AT LEAST INJURE YOU BADLY. AND THEN YOU WILL SEE. YOU WILL ALL SEEEEEE....

Ahem. No one ever said I was normal.

Alley: Liquid Nitrogen Cupcakes give you Heartburn!
Jules: yis
ru: thats our pinkly blue mermaid with orange spots
Alley: >>Quack<< right I am.
Alley: I eat black holes. <333
Jules: that explains alot


Hm.
Looking upon this makes me realise just how retarded me and my friends must seem to the world.

Write,

si scrivi we write

scrivi quel ti amo mai sussurrato. write that I love you never whispered.

Scrivi quel perdonami Writing that pardon

che conservi dentro di te that preserves within you

scrivi la rabbia che hai dentro Write the anger inside you

scrivi i tuoi sogni, Write your dreams,

quei sogni che custodisci da anni. those dreams that keep them for years.

Scrivi Writing

la frase d'amore che hai nel cuore, the words of love in your heart,

Scrivi Writing

quel ti voglio bene che that I love that

per paura fear

non sei mai riuscito a dire. you never managed to say.

Scrivi Writing

e racconta delle tue giornate and tells of your days

e delle tue notti insonni , and your sleepless nights,

Scrivi Writing

le cose che ti fanno stare male , things that make you feel bad,

scrivi e racconta write and tell

di tutte le volte che hai pianto.... of all the times you cried ....

per disperazione desperation

o per la felicità...... or for happiness ......

Scrivi Writing

di quel bacio che non hai mai dato, of the kiss you never gave,

scrivi tutto quello Write from

che ti passa per la testa that enters your head

ma scrivi ........... But write ...........

Apri il tuo cuore e dai libero Open your heart and free

sfogo ai tuoi pensieri... vent to your thoughts ...

senza pensare alle virgole without thinking of the commas

ai punti ea nulla... points and nothing ...

Scrivi ......di Write to ......

come as

vorresti fare l'amore would like to make love

ma but

scrivi.... write ....

Scrivi Writing

per chi ha perso la voglia di scrivere, for those who have lost the desire to write,

scrivi per chi non ha inchiostro, Writing for those who have no ink,

per chi non ha carta, For those without paper,

scrivi per chi non ha parole write for those who have no words

o semplicemente or simply

per chi ha perso la facoltà di esprimerle... for those who have lost the ability to express ...

Scrivi scrivi, Writing Writing,

scrivi !! Write!

per chi non ha anima, For those without soul

per chi non ha cuore, For those without heart

per chi non ha mente for those who did not mind

o mano or hand

per poterlo fare... to do so ...

Scrivi scrivi, Writing Writing,

scrivi!! Write!

per emozionare, to excite,

per chi non ha il coraggio For those without the courage

di mettere la sua anima su un blog, to put his soul on a blog,

scrivi per aiutare Writing help

chi non ha il coraggio di chiedere una mano... who does not have the courage to ask for a hand ...

Scrivi scrivi, Writing Writing,

scrivi !! Write!

soltanto per il piacere di scrivere only for the pleasure of writing

e vedrai and see

che molti beneficeranno della tua passione... many will benefit from your passion ...

scrivi amore mio Writing my love

che la gente non sa that people do not know

quanto amore c'è nella tua penna how much love is in your pen

e nel tuo cuore and in your heart

Ti amo Love you




An Italian poem. The format is weird in copy/paste, but the English translation is on each line.

(noun) a ruthlessly powerful U.S. capitalist or industrialist of the late 19th century considered to have become wealthy by exploiting natural resources, corrupting legislators, or other unethical means

The definition of Robber Baron. xD

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No. It was just stupid. Who stabs someone over a HAT? Hmmmm? Not anyone at a preppy high school like [CENSOR BUNNY], that's for sure. Our school is the definition of ghetto. And that's all there is to it.



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Yes. Someone actually got stabbed at my high school over a hat.
Don't ask.

Baba yetu, yetu, uliye
Jina lako litukuzwe.

Some lyrics to a song I'm singing in chorus. o:

If knowledge is power, and power is sexy, then why am I still single??

So, a fifth grader says Justin Bieber is her husband on facebook so you felt the urge to argue? And you think you have a better chance with him because your older? But he lives in Canada so you want to be Canadian, eh? Well, if I ever get into the singing career, I'll be sure to mention you said "hi" to him while we're walking down the aisle! xD

...
Oh the rival conversations between the Bieber Fever girls....

>_>

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Accchh, Iloveherrrr.<3

Although the capitalists of the late nineteenth century came up with brilliant ideas in developing new systems and building major corporations, the methods they used makes them deserved of the Robber Baron nickname.

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It's thesis time! xD

Happy Single's Awareness Day. I gift you all with a partial picture of me. Enjoy my eyes.

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What I do with my spare time.
Pick on my teachers. <3

Quote :

Alyssa

guesswhatguesswhatguesswhat
6:42pm

Caitlin

OOOHHH OHHHH OOHHH

PICK ME PICK ME PICK ME
6:42pm

Alyssa

CAITLIN!
6:43pm

Caitlin

YOU FOUND A UNICORN AND RODE IT OVER THE RAINBOW AND FOUND THE SECRET LOCATION OF THE HEFFALUMPS!!!!!!
6:43pm

Alyssa

....THAT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A SECREETTTT

...This is totally normal.