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[] Blonde - $50
[] Red - $75
[] Brown - $15
[] Bald - $5
[] Other - $2

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[] Green - $75
[] Blue - $50
[] Hazel - $100
[] Other - $15

[] Over 7' - $200
[] 6'8" to 7' - $175
[] 6'0" to 6'7" - $150
[] 5'5" to 5'11" - $75
[x] 4'9" to 5'4" - $50
[] Under 4'9 - $45

[] 41 to 50 - $150
[] 31 to 40 - $100
[] 26 to 30 - $75
[] 21 to 25 - $50
[] 19 to 20 - $25
[x] 0 to 18 - $100

Birth Order
[] Twins (or more) - $300
[] First Born - $300
[] Only Child - $250
[x] Second Born - $150
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You should be a mime,
Because you proved to her
That actions speak louder than words
When you met her that day on the train.

You should be a motivational speaker,
Because you made her feel beautiful
When she felt ugly and worthless
Thanks to the words of her judging world.

You should be an actor,
Because you made her believe every lie
And every word you never meant
Thanks to your sparkling mask eyes.

You should be a magician,
Because you turned her invisible,
Because you split her in half,
Because you used her in all your acts.

You're only a heart breaker,
Because you left her behind

Happy freaking birthday!

Gerard Way is completely amazing and talented. I will now wish him a happy 35th year of life. :) We love you, G!

Boy, oh boy.

Not just any boy. A BABY BOY!!!! Congrats to the all-amazing Frank Iero on a new addition to his family. I will also be one to agree that we shouldn't post pictures of this one. Keep his private stuff private. :)

I will ask all of you a random question.

So, how tall are you?

Here's something to say.

1.ADS ARE FUCKING ANNOYING. Nobody even looks at them, so back off. I feel like they just take up all the space we're trying to use to cope with our lives. The last thing we need is a new purse. With matching shoes. I will stick to my hermione's bag and converse, thank you very much.

2.I really miss everyone. If we could all gather into an imaginary group hug.... I know we all need it. Things are just getting harder. *Opens arms*

3.Just like the picture. If you read this Anyssa, let it be known that we switched lives last year. Can I have mine back? I miss it. It was SOOOO much funner.


Has this ever happened to you?

You like a guy that all your friends say he obviously likes you, yet when they find out you like him they stop filling your head with all the false hope.
All of the sudden they look at you in a different way.

Anybody else?

I say I have no regrets, but I still look back and think...

What if?

What if it was different? What if I never messed up? What if I got to the point sooner? What if I kept the people I love around? What if... What if I gave it a chance? How much would it change who I've become today?

All I know is that I can't look back. Push through it all, no matter how many times you think you've reached a dead end.

I'm Sorry.

Sorry about being a terrible friend. Sorry for not keeping my word. Sorry for leaving you and making friends with somebody else. Sorry for being annoying. Sorry for fighting over boys with you. Sorry for not hanging out with you as much as I should.

I want to take it back.

Please read. (I haven't posted writing in forever, and this isn't fictional.)

I awkwardly slipped my hand into his as his other hand found a place to hold me. We nervously tried to figure out a simple slow dance as my heart kept beating faster. I started to worry that he might hear it. I placed my hand on his shoulder, and we experimented with how to move our feet.

It's been so long since I've held a boy's hand. I didn't expect our hands to touch during this dance, but I was mistaken. His hands were soft, and I wondered how rough mine were from rock climbing yesterday. It was just yesterday. They couldn't be that rough, could they?