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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

Just Like WineI ran as fast as I could up my driveway when I returned home from school. I hadn't had the best of days, to say the least. It was raining at the time, and I wanted to get inside as soon as possible.

It wasn't until I reached my doorstep that I asked myself, What am I doing?

I don't know how the idea came into my head. I don't know why I carried it out. Regardless, I threw on shorts and a t-shirt and sprinted to my back door. I didn't cast the umbrella in the corner even a glance as I stood at the clear glass separating me from the outside world. Water was cascading like a waterfall down from my gutter and it was raining normally beyond that

Prosperity and Harm

As I gaze at this photo, I realize how strange it must look to some people, a waist high blue tub, papers lined on the edge, and two men holding a dripping wet child. It was my baptism, I was 10 years old. A year prior I had asked Jesus into my heart and this baptism was the moment when I became a “born-again,” Christian. I was raised in the evangelical protestant Christian Church of the Nazarene, a denomination that came out of the Holiness movement of 19th century America. This denomination believes strongly in “believer’s baptism,” meaning you are baptized after you have accepted Jesus’ salvation

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

Confined EnvironmentMy bedroom is very similar to an insane asylum room, it is exactly 2 metres wide and two metres long.
From the floor to the ceiling it is just under 3 metres, I am only able to fit a bed, wardrobe and shelves into my room, though luckily there is just enough space to fit a PC monitor and cables down the side of my bed.
The shelves are filled with Xbox games, DVD's and a 2 framed photographs; one photograph has been autographed by my favourite comedian, Lee Evans, and the other photograph is a of a my granddad playing at Arsenal Stadium in 1955, the game was Islington V Brighton, which is funny since Brighton now are by far the better team out of the 2, but that must have been a proud moment for my granddad, playing for his home town.
I forgot to mention that the shelves also have CD's on them, mostly music people wouldn't listen too. Except for maybe a few exceptions. The of CD's off the top of my head are mostly all Bob Dylan, though some do stand out, like the Ste

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

a thought on loveif only love was an option.

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,

22 May 2013I sat in the church, listening.

"Now let us join in a moment of sustained silence."

I bowed my head. That was my church. They didn't call it praying, because not every member believed in prayer. They didn't call it meditation because not every member believed in meditation. So they just called it Sustained Silence.

I liked it that way.

One Sunday, many weeks ago, the Rev led the Sustained Silence with a suggestion, and I continued on with it, every week. It made me feel whole.

I pictured my feet sending roots down into the earth through the floorboards, my toes spreading, lengthening, to taste the rich dirt beneath the building.

Through

Opera, uh? 'Alors, voilà une liste des genres de musique' said the teacher, running her finger down the plastic page, and the paper squealed. Oh why these hateful pastic pages? And I thought about paper and its epic journey as I stared at the pale ceiling, with dusty cracks.
However, I landed on my feet on time to hear the French vocabulary my teacher now read with a lurching accent.'Et aprés la musique classique, ah! L'opera! Are there any opera fans here?'
The mumbling classroom halted, looking around in smart silence.
'Hah!', said a boy who had been forced to sit in the front, hunched over in his thin and uncomfortable

Julie Boots

Julie Boots aka Boots.

My stepfather gave me this nickname when I was a little girl. At every family gathering, it was a “Hi Boots” here and a “Hey Boots” there.

Circa the third grade, I had this pair of cherry red patent leather go-go boots. Sure, odds are I rocked them. But, is this reason enough to be linked to a pair of boots much like Lizzy Borden was to that axe?

Okay, not exactly the same thing. But, you have to admit that there is something peculiar about being nicknamed after a pair of cherry red patent leather go-go boots.

I’m pretty sure it was the least interesting thing about me at the time. At t

Povesti de adormit copiiCopil pierdut intr-un colt de azil, o camera goala in care si tapetul tipa de durere smuls de timp; inca viu si lasat sa putrezeasca ca si podeaua ce misuna de praf si foi rupte din reviste si carti vechi. Covor de coperti rupte de vise, dintr-o lume de basm. O lume libera, unde numai unu are acces. Unde si timpul tace in fata dumnezeului sine. Melodie cantata de vantul tomnatic prin geamul azi spart acompaniat de ceasul pe hol uitat. Dulce melodie a nebuniei, aplaudata de ploaia ce cade prin acoperisul spart. Dulce melodie.
Azil de nebuni. Oameni plini de zambete pe fete triste, pierduti de mult, pierduti de ei.
Inchisi, nu de piatra sau lem

Oh Sommer, where art thou gone?Then there was Sommer. The girl I fell madly in love with. She let me be the person I always wanted to be... Carefree and happy, and I was. She was beautiful. She looked similar to me, had a lot of the same taste as me, and cared so much. The one thing I hated was that when I met her, she was innocent... by the time I lost my car and my ability to see her, she lost it. I ruined her. She had black hair, silky and a smile that lit up my world. She could do no wrong in my light. She loved doing my hair and putting make up on me, and I loved her doing it for me. She was always there for me, to listen when I needed her, and I the same. One of the

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

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by ~xXxkitty-chanxXx, Feb 5, 2013, 4:21:01 AM
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I became obsessed with Body Modification when I was very young. When I was 10 years old, I went along with a friend while her mother got a tattoo. I absolutely loved being in the tattoo shop, I thought it was so beautiful. I looked through all the art and watched her get tattooed. When I was 11 I used to always say how, I'd have sleeves and get snake bites pierced. When I turned 12, I went into a tattoo shop (with my mummy of course) and told the piercer about how I wanted to get my cheeks, lip, and nostril pierced all in that day. He looked at me like I was crazy because I was so young. He told me about how he could not do all that because I was too little and I'd have to wait some years. I got upset but then I had gotten my ears pierced, I got four ear piercings that day. My mummy looked away when he pierced my ears, she thought it was so gross>.< Now many years later, I'm actually going to start stretching my ear piercings. (: I still go to the same shop I did when I was 12. My mummy watches me get pierced now and asks about everything, the piercings, jewelry, ect. She's so curious about everything in the shop.

Body modification is such a great passion of mine and I have so much love for all my piercings. Mods are so beautiful and they mean alot to me. I really want to be a mummy some day and since I currently cannot, my piercings are substitutes for children. I treat my piercings like they are my babies.
Body Modification is beautiful.

I cannot wait to get Moded with the man I love. c:

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~chriskamakazie Feb 5, 2013 Student Traditional Artist

thats why i started doing it i wish i would have never retired

~Hesher187 Feb 5, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

I was always interested in tattoo's, even when I was younger. I can relate to most of this! I love the smell of tattoo shop's as well for some reason.

~xXxkitty-chanxXx Feb 5, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

I love the smell, the sound of tattooing, and that new piercing feeling!

~Hesher187 Feb 5, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

Do you have any tattoo's yet?

~xXxkitty-chanxXx Feb 5, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

Not yet.
:'c

~Hesher187 Feb 5, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

Maybe some day.

~xXxkitty-chanxXx Feb 5, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

I know exactly when it's going to be and what it's going to be of. (:

~Hesher187 Feb 5, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

what are you getting?

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