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*I <3 Boys with Black Hair and Lip Rings*
This is for the girls who just fall in love with boys that have black hair and lip rings. I sure as hell know I love it. =]
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wickedbyname
Lets see here what to say about me. I'm from Ohio but I currently live in Orange County California. You may know me from St.Rita/EDMS/Northridge/Miamisburg/Tesoro/Howies/Or you may have seen me around the K-Scope. I'm a very open minded person. And it takes a lot to get on my nerves. If you want to chat my aim is wickedbyname. -
Living_4_Yesterday
I am the type of girl who loves the neo-soul, guage wearing, converse rocking, plad loving boys. I am in college a double major in international studies and political science with a minor in history. Hoping to enjoy and see the world but more important find her own happiness. -
cathz_rock
Its all about me !! -
sexi_brzlin07
I am who I am -
SheWantsToHear_ShesBeautiful
She keeps her secrets. Tries to hide her past because everything lately has gone way too fast -
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lxbleedin_soulxl
i so0o0 hott -
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Bleeding_Mascara_84
Keep the noise low, She doesn't wanna blow it. Shaking from head to toe while your left hand does the "show me around." Quickens your heartbeat. It beats me striaght into the ground. You dont recover from a night like this, a victim still lying in bed completely motionless. A hand moves in the dark to a zipper. Hear a boy bracing tight against the sheets barley whisper, "This is so messed up." Upon the arrival the guests had all stared. Dripping wet and clearly depressed, he headed striaght for the stairs. No longer cool, but a boy in a stitch, unprepared for a life full of lies and failing relationships. Up the stairs: the station where the acts become the art of growing up. He keeps his hands low. He doesn't want to blow it. He's wet from head to toe and his eyes give her the up and down. His stomach turns and he thinks of throwing up. But the body on the bed beckons foward and he starts growing up. The fever, the focus the reason that i had to believe you weren't too hard to sell. D -
xheartmex
I'd burn alive to keep you warm, when you're alone. Shiver under blankets in the basement, where our secrets sleep. <3<3<3<3











