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Sacred - BillGustavBill layed there, squeezed into a ball on his and Gustav's bed. Tears ran down his face, stinging like a hot iron. He didn't want to get up. He refused to. His legs were weak from the lack of use. It felt as if his life were over. His hair hadn't been washed in a month and he wasn't eating the right amount. His skin had lost it's golden tan shade, turning him pale and lifeless looking. Less than three months ago, he had miscarried Leyla, the baby Gustav and him had worked so hard to have. He kept blaming himself for her death. He'd come up with a new reason why it was his fault.Sacred - BillGustav
"Maybe I wasn't eating healthy enough." he reasoned
by ~Jumbiee
Crop Circles In The CarpetSpencer sits on the bed. He's still wet from the shower he just took and he has no shirt on. He can feel the bed shift behind him and he freezes. He's surprised when he a soft pair of lips kiss his shoulder and two gentle arms pull him closer. He shivers, but automatically relaxes when he's sure he knows who it is.Crop Circles In The Carpet
"What are you doing, Jon?" Spencer whispers, closing his eyes.
"Falling in love." Jon whispers back, equally as silent.
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Jon can't help it if he maybe has fallen for Mr. Spencer Smith. Jon can't even comprehend his feelings that he supposedly had for Cassie. Though, Cassie coul
by ~Jumbiee
I'm a Real BoyI sit on the bed and breathe deeply. The mirror across the room looks almost ominous as I scan it's height with my eyes. My eyes are watering. I stand up and slowly make my way towards it.I'm a Real Boy
As I stand there, I mutter the words, "Ich sehe wie ein junge aus..".
I'm a little frightened and I smile at my reflection. I really grin wide and I start to cry. Soft at first, but then after three minutes I'm sobbing, making little noises in the back of my throat. I'm happy, but sad and I don't know any more. I really don't.
I hit my breast once, hard. I squeak, and get mad at myself. I get mad at God. I get mad at t
by ~Jumbiee
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- Favourite movie: Grease
- Favourite band or musician: Green Day, Tokio Hotel, Amanda Palmer, Owl City...
- Favourite genre of music: I don't have a favorite.
- Favourite poet or writer: Edgar Allan Poe <3
- Favourite photographer: Uhh...My best friend lol
- Favourite style of art: Nude Beauty, manga, anime, chibi, traditional.
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- Favourite cartoon character: Near and Gir.
- Personal Quote: When in doubt, I ask "What would J-Walker do?"
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Y'know what's ironic? Getting run over by an ambulance, that's what.
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I've seen the rain in values of deeper joy, don't mourn for me or my demise.
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I know what it's like to be dead.
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Ssh girl, shut your lips - do the Helen Keller & talk with your hips.
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Bouncy bouncy. Oh, such a good time. Bouncy bouncy, shoes all in a line!
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but often we look so long at the closed door that we do not see the one which has opened for us...
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Bouncy bouncy. Oh, such a good time. Bouncy bouncy, shoes all in a line!
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