Jess Stem

There's something particularly haunting abt jessica stam. As everybody says, it's the eyes.
But I think its her thin lips and ridiculously sharp nose.

She looks like a (hot) witch.

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There seems to be nothing ever to talk about.
It's either that I'm not thinking or that there's nothing to think, or it could also be possibly that I'm always so easily distracted by the things around me.
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You know I think by thinking, its already a form of mental block.
I think of how to write I think of how to dance I think of how to conform I think of so many thoughts that the brain has no space to carry out the action and yet again without thinking, what're you gna do next?

Ytd I felt (technically from current time, 2 days ago) that I wrote a really good composition but it wasn't executed well. SURGE OF DISAPPOINTMENT AHH.
And then yet, I shouldn't think abt it.

All of us shouldn't think and everything should be done instantaneously.
It would be kinda exciting wouldn't it? Our lives, no organisations or plans. There are downs but there wouldn't be stress and contained thoughts.
I want to fully grasp life properly now.I might die tmr so I shouldn't focus on my studies and try decontrolling my bladder now and experience a wet mattress.
Or I could try counting every dust particle in the light. Or I could try cracking my nose knuckle.
Grasp Grasp Grasp.

On a random note, I want to blame someone for puberty, zits and sebum and odour and period. I dowanda live with it, panicking whether I leaked, panicking over whether my face is smooth infront of the person I go wobbly infront of, panicking over whether I'm the cause of that stale smell hanging in the air.
OR
I could just run about painting the town red, use my face friction for generating heat or starting a fire in the woods and neutralise the annoying smell of strong perfume in departmental stores.

Think about it, puberty for the greater good.
And one day I will create turbines on cars to generate their own energy. For the greater good.

Peace out, glyn

And farting must be the sound of getting ideas.
-Jason Mraz

Where're my ideas?!

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Tricia lost blood, I lost tears.



Tdy, me and julia practiced a new dance move, "The Clock".
Quite an accomplishment cause I ain't got no dancing bones.

My ma said I look strong but weak as a twig inside.

My Ideal Boyfriend

makes you feel all fuzzy and warm all over.

(At)e peas

I won't type angsty no longer.
No rants, no complaints.
Just the calm heart beating a constant tempo 96.

Out of my fingers onto the keyboard, fresh ideas.
Creative elaborate language.
Seemingly insignificant intimate details.
I will try.

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(OMG MIDYEARS STRESS DIE DIE)
The look of stress

Some sex crazed cheap slut added me on lj.

I clearly remember how it touches me between the legs and mockingly said:
-Oh, yes there the ocean! What shameless girl: her poryut, and it stoned!
At the head of tectonic shift is happening more and I almost did not hear because of the noise of blood in the ears.(it seems - from this moment on I fell in and all perceived as if through glass or something).
It seems fit-Master whipping. No, I do not think, exactly!
It starts smacking four hands!
How it was painful at first! Impacts knock out my tears!
I weep, lowering his head, but it green!
I want all of this goes on!
I am a mixture of different emotions, from embarrassment, which leads me to hide a person, through the cries of pa€in and ending unrealistic excited!
Master! I am ecstatic! I understand: I do not so much painful, but pleasant!
I do not think that I am hiding from attacks. Rather, substitute!
And I think that I was spared.

guess the url.

meettome.livejournal.com

check out her photos, vomit worth.
I mean at least dawn yang does justice to sluts.

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am using some retarded mouse in the shape of a car.
syf was fine.
hopefully we don't get penalised for lighting.
post is short abrupt and boring with no heart to it.
might go on hiatus study study.
flies invading room and landing on my body ew.

Okay haven't used this area for awhile manzxs.
The other com crashed or rather, everytime I on it, some blue screen with an error comes out.

So my dad gave me "THE ACER".

With NOTHING INSIDE, equalling to no pictures, so I guess this empty platform would be a gd start for me to actually post with words and practice with fancy writings(before I get the hard drive in here).

Or rather complain about the wk.

But honestly, there's nothing much to say, the weeks just fly past really fast(OMGWTF 2 WKS TO MYs) and the records of the day gets erased.

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>A certain someone irritates.
>A cca that kills.
>A school that lags.
>A person suffering from acute phosphate.

Tmr's gd friday equals more formal typof service equals dress wearing haha.

My right shoulder has been hurting for the past few months.
HOWNOW.
I LIKE CHU LEAH.

OMG WHY BBF FINAL EP PART 2 CANNOT WATCH WHYWHYWHY -whines- -flares arms like an annoying child-

OMG NEED TO WATCH NOWWWW!!

HELP ME FIND PLEASEEEE!


am an annoying fangirl!