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Country: United States
State: Washington
Metro: Seattle
Birthday: 9/18/1988
Gender: Female
Interests: Making it through another day here, wakeboarding, snowboarding, writing
Expertise: Breaking things, cutting, knife fighting, riding my beautiful hyperlite 3ds or my nitro black widow, finding the best back-country, driving my wakeboard boat, hot yoga, burning things
Message: message me
Member Since:
6/2/2005
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| I Was Caught Off Guard on a Blustery Evening Love is like the wind.
Running, dancing through the trees,
Knocks me off my feet. | | |
| To all of you that have always been there for me on this xanga (jimmish, greatgrandpadpadog, my_untold_thoughts, and many, many others) THANK YOU SO MUCH! I can't begin to explain how much your encouragement has meant to me over the past year or two. It is unbelievable, I don't think you even understand all that you've done for me. This is my refuge, my place to turn when life is hard, and you all have made it home. Thank you from the bottom of my heart truly. I think all of you deserve an update on my life; I am happy. Shocker I know. Things are actually going good for once. My new boyfriend is wonderful and sweet and understanding. Sure there are hard things as well (work issues, bipolarity, etc) but I look forward to life instead of dreading it. I could have never been at this point if it weren't for all of you. You are amazing. Thank You. I don't think I could say it enough; your grace and compassion amaze, awe, shock, inspire, and comfort me. THANK YOU. Sincerely, Amanda | | |
| I am wrapped up in you
And I don't want to let go. | | |
| Perfection's FlawI wish I could hear the sun
not as a gleaming ball of fire in the sky
but as a song of color.
I wish I could smell the wind as it touches the green grass
like an explosion of worlds
a joyful reunion as they touch, momentarily.
I wish I could breathe light
the pure energy burning out my mind
until I can no longer see anything and the world is black.
Until the broken shards of porcelain dissappear from my room
the bloodstains on them dissappearing as well
the proof of my sins
Only then will I truly see
the rainbows that even the darkness make
the world as it is meant to be
A shattered crystal heart lies on my floor
I pretend to not notice it
hoping that if I crush it enough times, my memories will be crushed as well
and I will no longer be a memory myself,
a memory of the horrible longing to fall
because it is the closest thing to flight.
And like a butterfly, my tainted wings dripping with grime
I fly through the cleansing rain,
and out from my porcelain mask, my eyes can see again.
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| I've gotten myself into trouble This is all a great big mess What am I going to do? Should I just confess? I'm scared of consequences Though I live my life without thought To what might happen after I shouldn't have gotten caught | | |
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