"It's hard to speak to yourhearts when all I see is your parts."
- Confessions of a Youth Paster
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As you can see, the world is impure. The roses are falling, trailing, and drowning into a black hole.
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- Changes
- What's Going On, Girl?
- Bring on the Money
- Friendship Breakups
- Friendship Problems
- Yeah it's been awhile.Sorry.I've been feeling real...
- I'm Waiting For The Guy...
- Summer Boredom
- I'm Waiting For The Guy...
- My Boys... or men <3
- I love Sundays. Somehow, they have some sort of a ...
- This is so sweet <3
- I'm Waiting For The Guy...
- Summer Love<3
- Ballet Recital
- Quote of the day
- WHOA. Jennifer's Quincenra aka(Sweet 15) was absol...
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Who's That Girl?
- Rose Valentine
- All I want are my dreams. Every single one of them, happening all at once-like a melody, a sweet sounding voice.
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I find these beautiful photos from all over the internet. I do not owe them.
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