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Hello there.
I'm Caroline and I'm a Christian and believe that God loved us all enough to send His Son to save us. (John 3:16) I write poetry, among other things, but mainly poetry. I post some on here. I think that there are little interesting facts about everyone, you just have to take the time to pay attention. I drink tea like it's water and I take naps all the time. I like handwritten letters and rain and Shakespeare and poetry. I like to read books that have the ability to make you cry or feel genuinely happy, or really whatever the author wants. Same goes for movies. I strongly believe that John Krasinski is the most attractive man alive. I have trouble explaining anything in just a few words. I never know the right things to say when I talk to people. I talk too much and ramble and awkwardness is never avoidable in my life. I have atrocious handwriting. I tend to exaggerate and I talk my way into messes. I do not take credit for any of these graphics, photos, audio posts and videos unless otherwise noted. formspring. email me!: allthewavesofblame@gmail.com |
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Things I have loved I'm allowed to keep.
I’ll never know if I go to sleep.
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this is my friend.
her name is Cassia.
she doesn’t wear shoes very often at all/
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notesI wasn’t mad, Ray. I was confused. Everyone was talking to me and I couldn’t understand a word they were saying. Their voices became a blur and soon I couldn’t even recognize their faces. They were like these blobs. Then they started to grow fangs and their eyes became green. I knew I had to run away. I packed my knapsack, got on the train, looked up at the map, and decided I wanted to live in Coney Island. I thought it was going to be a real island and I could hide away there like Tom Sawyer and Huckleberry Finn. Imagine my surprise. The teacups was the only ride they’d let me on by myself. I got on it and started spinning myself round and round. I feel like I’m still there, spinning, round and round and round. And the ride won’t stop, and I won’t dare get off. You were right, Ray, I am scared. But you’re scared too. You’re as scared as I am.
—Brittany Murphy, Uptown Girls
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All the waves of blame arrange as broken scenery as they steal your best memories away.
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ORLY? .___.
scream wants to see me.
scary thought
Cyndee May wants to see me?
interesting.
I think it’s the other way around…
but it’s a nice thought. :D
I pretty much only ever have nightmares.. like 99 percent of the time. So if this is true, I’ve got a lot of murderers after me… hahaha, ah….uh…okay.
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notesThere’s a possibility that all that I had was all I’m going to get.
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Because that is what I want.
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notes Every action makes a reaction. We'll figure it out and make it happen.(via tothesoundsof)
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notes Being alone with my own thoughts frightens me,but being with someone else and having our thoughts mash together, well, that frightens me even more.
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