The majority of kids in my eighth grade class smoke weed/are in a relationship. It sickens me to see that they do this, thinking they're so goddamn cool smoking weed and going on dates, when the majority of them are going to break up by high school, and the other people that smoke are eventually gonna get caught. It just fathoms me that they actually do this. Since I don't date or do drugs, they always go "Hey anon, why don't you smoke some weed with us?" or "Hahaha I bet anon is gonna be a kissless virgin forever! LOL XD". Yeah, its gonna sure as hell be funny when you contract herpes from the vapid whores that infest our school...
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Leownn posted a message on Slendermen?He's just a tall pedophile.Posted in: General Off Topic
Wait a minute, now that I think about it, he look's pretty familiar...
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TheKingOPower posted a message on This is very disturbing...Posted in: General Off TopicQuote from MemoryForgotten
No, its the head of a bluebottle fly maggot magnified by an SEM microscope. Quite interesting, to see how they are actually used in medicine.
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Marks from my past,
both emotional
and physical.
Self-inflicted ones
cover my legs.
If I could take back
the harm
I put on myself,
I would.
I regret taking the blade
whenever life was too much
or not enough.
Emotional scars;
they form jagged lines
on my heart:
When he rejected me,
when their words dug too deep,
when I let myself fall in love again.
I should’ve known
that things would go badly,
if I ever fell again.
But now
I can never judge you,
only love you.
You rejected me,
and I’m still scarred,
but I’m healing.
But you’re the one
who made me
put down the blade,
and for that
I thank you.
that a person’s eyes
can tell you everything.
How they feel,
what they believe in,
and if they’re telling the truth.
Honest eyes,
kind eyes,
the mean everything to me.
His brown eyes,
deep, and pure
made me fall.
I was so in love,
but he showed none
of the same feelings.
We grew closer,
until we were best friends.
We told each other everything.
Then, there was one day
that is forever
etched into my mind.
He told me he loved me,
not in words, but with a song.
He sang to me
as I sat next to him,
and I felt that everything
was perfect.
His voice still echos in my mind,
singing sweetly.
But that bliss couldn’t last.
Apparently,
he somehow changed his mind.
One minute he was singing to me,
the next he was asking her out.
We were still friends,
until recently,
but he’s the reason
for my scars.
I managed to fall for you.
Your eyes, green and innocent,
almost child-like,
drew me towards you.
A year of silently falling.
I told no one,
holding it to myself like a secret,
and stayed silent.
You barely knew me,
but I took every chance I could
to speak to you.
Your voice, your eyes,
what was it that made me fall?
Again, it was for a singer,
with amazing eyes.
Do you see a pattern?
Then, our unfamiliarity was broken.
We became friends
as we laughed around that tree,
and I realized
how in love with you I really am.
I write tons of poetry, and this isn't any of my best poetry, but it's all I could find for now. Most of my poetry is written on random sheets of paper throughout my room, and searching for all of them would be like searching through my brain for a small piece sanity. . .
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It
takes away
my breath:
the shimmer
of
iridescence,
shining in
the soft
glow,
of the
sky.
The swirl
of colors,
from the
setting
sun,
captures things
unsaid.
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3
2
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When I
cry
It's like I'm
raining.
The rain
is like
the tears of the sky
draining.
The groans of
monsters
fill
the air.
A flash
of lightning
breaks the
sky:
A crack
of light
in the
darkness.
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