Alexander. Chapter 3He woke up to an alarm clock bashing his head in with a steady sadness creeping throughout his body. It was a teach workday, and it was 6 PM. But it was Wednesday. He hated Wednesdays. He hated being sad. He hated it when people gave out numbers, and didn’t answer. He hated feeling led on. Most of all, he hated falling for the wrong girl. He made his way, painstakingly, across his room to his dresser. Eyes still closed, he pulled some clothes out, and went to manage his hair. He stumbled into his bathroom, straightened his hair, and spiked it in the back. Carefully, this time, he put on his eye-liner.Alexander. Chapter 3
Alexander. Chapter 2He stared at the piece of paper she’d given him. It was just a ripped off shred of paper. She’s scribbled something on it and handed to him, hugged him, and left to get a ride with her friend. It hadn’t even OCCURRED to him (It: You fuckup) to give her a ride himself. He’d stuck the piece of into the back of his pocket, gotten in his car, and driven home. Every second of the way back he’d felt her lips on his, the feel of her in his arms – it was too much for him. Is this love? He thought to himself. And now he had a piece of paper. He stared at it some more. Then he opened it. And he gapeAlexander. Chapter 2
Alexander. Chapter 1He pulled the straightener down his hair yet again, still trying to get it to stick like it normally did, out over his right eye. He spoke a loud, disgusted “Fuck this” and stalked out of that bathroom, his hair somehow still managing to look stunning – but not up to his standards. His mom tried to stop him on the way out, who he disregarded. She never understood why he dressed the way he did. His tight shirts, studded belts, girls’ jeans, and eye-liner, that made no sense to her, made complete sense to him. It’s who I am, was what he thought. Still in a pissed off sort of way, he yanked open his car door, and backed out of his drAlexander. Chapter 1
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Joy
I'm kind of just getting started on here.
I don't really know what to do yet.
I take portraits, and I only ever get on here at school. So, before I put them on here, I need to put them on my photobucket, and then upload them to a school computer.
yayyy.
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People say that you should live everyday as if it were your last. It's my firm belief that you should live your life as if yesterday was your last. Hello, I'm Thea, and yesterday was the last day of my life.
You're pretty snazzy at photography and writing! :]
Hope you don't mind a watch.
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I love you boy <3
~Kristina
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I will bring a mirror so silver so exact, so precise and so pristine, a perfect pane of glass. I will set the mirror up to face the blackened sky so you can see your beauty every moment that you rise.
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Do we live to die or die to live...
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