Foreign Objects

But you can't fix what you don't understand...

Just A Little Survey...

balloons by misscaptainscarlett on Polyvore.com

ZOMG!!!!! Try it. This is kinda creepy :/


Follow the inscrutions. Do not cheat. It won't work, and you'll wish you hadn't.

Take three minutes.
Try this. It will freak you out - in a good way. ;)

First Get a pen and some paper.

Second When choosing names, make sure they're real people. People that you actually know.

Third Go with your gut! It's very important for good results.

Fourth Scroll down one line at a time. Do not read ahead. Otherwise, you'll ruin your own fun. Which obviously isn't good.










1. On a blank sheet of paper, write numbers 1 through 11 in a column on the left.






2. Next to numbers 1 and 2, write down any two numbers you want.

Do you have a favorite number?














3. Next to numbers 3 and 7, write down the names of two members of the opposite sex.














CAUTION: Do not look ahead. It won't turn out right.














4. Write anyone's name next to 4, 5, and 6.
Friends or family usually work best.














Don't cheat. You'll regret it.












5. Write down four song titles beside 8, 9, 10, and 11.















6. Last - but certainly not least - make a wish.


















Are you ready? Well, here's the key to the game. 















1. The number of people you need to tell about this game can be found in space number 2.






2. The person in space 3 is the one you love.






3. The person you like, but feel you can't have is in space number 7.






4. You care most about the person you put in space 4.







5. The person you put in space 5 knows you very well.







6. The person you named in space number 6 is your "lucky star".







7. The song next to number 8 matches your relationship and/or impression of the person you put in space 3.






8. The song title beside number 9 matches with the person in space number 7.







9. The song in the tenth space tells you about your general mindset or viewpoint.







10. The song in the eleventh space describes how you feel about life.







11. The number you wrote down in space 1 is your lucky number.



Now, repost this in less than 10 minutes.




If you do, your wish will come true. But if you don't, the opposite will occur!

 My Results

• My lucky number is six.
• The number of people I need to tell is sixty-six. 
• I'm in love with my friend Alex. 
• I care most about Verse and Becs.
• Granny knows me pretty well. =)
• My "lucky star" is my friend Athena.
• I'm in a complicated relationship with Z.
• My relationship with Alex matches up with "She Will Be Loved" by Maroon 5.
• The song that fits best with Z and me is "Another Day" by Pomplamoose. 
• "Just A Little Girl" by Amy Studt tells the most about my mindset.
• And "The Only Exception" by Paramore is the theme song of my life. (And believe it or not, I was actually thinking about Z when I wrote this down - not Alex.)
  

Good luck! Hope you had fun!


~ KayBee

Past Tense

I loved you
You loved me

But it wasn't meant to be.

Sometimes you love someone
Sometimes you fall for someone

But sometimes they just don't love you.

And it's all one big past tense.

♥ → ♥

Believe me, I know the feeling. No matter what you do, no matter how you feel, no matter how hard you pray, they just can't love you. Or, at least, not in the same way. I know. It sucks. But sometimes you have to go through the ugly, just to get to plain ordinary. And then there's beautiful...somewhere waiting for you.

And then there's that someone who's been waiting for you, that someone who never gave up hope - no matter how many times you shot them down. And then you wake up one morning...and you realize they were right under your nose the whole time.

But anyways, here's the straight of it: I really like these guys. And I don't want to lose them. So I'm gonna take it slow and just...see where it goes.

Cupcakes...I WANT CUPCAKES!!!

Sorry. I loves me some cupcakes. In case you couldn't tell. Lol

 

Oh, come on. You know you want one. You know it. ;)


I've been dying for some cupcakes for the last couple of days. And it's killing me. Killing me. Not literally, of course. But you know what I mean. Hopefully.

Read Me...

cheating hurts i would know :( by samantha shadow featuring Punky Pins earrings

Girl is on the couch​, makin​g out with a hot guy, when her cellp​hone rings​.

Girl:​ Hey, babe,​ I'll be right​ back.​ I need to take this.
Boy: Yeah, okay.​ Sure.

She walks​ into the next room.

Girl:​ Hey!
Guy (on her cellp​hone): Hey, hon. So, do you think​ we could​ go do something later​ tonig​ht?​
Girl:​ Yeah,​ sound​s great​!​
Guy: Okay.​ I'm right​ by your...house...​I'll come get you right now.
Girl:​ That'​s...not......such a good idea.
Guy: Why not?
Girl: I'm busy right​ now. Sorry​.
Guy:​ With what?​ It's our anniv​ersar​y!​ You didn'​t make any other​ plans​, did you?

In her head, she yells​,​ CRAP!​ Then starts throwing her clothes back on, struggling to balance the phone in the crick of her shoulder.

Girl: No. No. I was just eatin​g.​ With the famil​y.
Guy: But I thoug​ht you said your famil​y was away this weeke​nd? Up at the resor​t?​

The guy walks​ into her house​,​ turns​ the corne​r into the hallw​ay, goes downstairs,​ and finds​ his best frien​d on the couch​,​ half dress​ed,​​ tryin​g to pull his pants​ back on, while his girlf​riend​ attempts to pull her shirt​ back over her head.

Guy: What the hell is going​ on?!
Girl: ​​​I can expla​in!​​​ Pleas​e liste​n to me!
Guy: Benny​? ​​​ How could​ you do this to me! Rache​l!​​​ I thoug​ht you loved​ me! And yet, you're sleep​ing with MY BEST FRIEN​D!​​​!​​​!​​​!​​​
Rachel: ​​​John.​​​.​​​.

John rushes out of the room, slamming the door behind him, tears clouding his vision as he streams past the white picket fence, his Converse squelching against the cement with each pound.
Benny ​climb​s out of the windo​w,​​​ start​s his car, and drive​s off down the stree​t.
Rachel runs after​ her boyfr​iend, yelling. 

Rachel:​​​ NOOOO​!​​​ Pleas​e!​​​!​​​ Come back, John!​​​!​​​ Pleee​eeass​sse?​​​?​​​?​​​?​​​!​​​!​​​

She falls​ down and cries​. John turns​ aroun​d,​​​ and looks​ strai​ght at his girlf​riend​, eyes red, sore with grief.

John:​​​ Why? Rache​l,​​​ why? I loved​ you! Oh my God...I'm in love with a whore​! Does this mean I have to pay you now?​​​!​​​ Here. You can take this as the cash.​​​

He drops​ a ring box on her lap. She opens​ the ring box. Her jaw drops​.​​​.​​​. 
Befor​e her eyes is a diamo​nd weddi​ng ring.

Rachel:​​​ You were going​ to propo​se?​​​
John: Yeah.​​​.​​​.

She watched him go, clutching the ring for dear life, as he slowl​y walke​d back to his car. And she watched him as he got in, watched as his profile cut an unflinching memory of loss in her heart. And his headl​ights​ faded​ from view, the despair welled within her, an ache she knew, somehow, would never fully heal. 

Later ​that night​,​​​ Rachel got a phone​ call from the polic​e sayin​g John was dead. He'd died of an overdose, suicide, most likely.  And when they found​ him, all he had on him was two empty perscription bottles, and a pictu​re of her in his lifeless hands​...

***

Did you know that every​ night​, before you go to sleep,​ there​ is one perso​n thinking of you?
They are alway​s think​ing of you. Thinking of how they want to kiss you, how they want to be with you.
Open up your eyes, open up your heart to them - before it's too late.

Note: This is actually samantha shadow's original story. I just edited it and added some details here and there.

Misguided, Misplaced...Erased

When you meet that special someone,

You long to hear your name,

Your name upon their lips,

Your words upon their tongue,

Rising from the subterrane of their mouth,

The salt of your tears,

Mingled with the musk of flesh, of life...

And, ultimately, the innocence of First Love.

You never think they'll walk away.

The Love-ly Curve Ball

Sometimes you can see it coming. But, more often than not, life throws you a curve ball. But I'll let you in on a little secret: Those are always the best ones.

Guess what? No, really. Guess. Okay, fine. I'll tell you. 

So, you know that guy I've had a crush on for forever? Well... I think he likes me.  


Trouble is, I also have a crush on this other guy in one of my classes.

I'm serious. 

So tomorrow, I'm going to talk to him. Bare my soul to him. Drain the cavernous well of my emotions to his unsuspecting gaze. Only a few hours to prepare myself. Make sure I don't make an absolute fool of myself. Sigh. Wish me luck - with both of them. 

Long Distance Call

I miss Z so much right now...
I'm counting the minutes until we're together again.


Even if we can never really be together, even if it never works out, he will always carry that piece of me, that dog-eared corner of my heart. But that's okay. 'Cause I know he'll keep me safe, and that part of me will rest, forever sheltered in the life-worn grotto of his nimble-fingered hands.

Unrequited Love

Oh, God, why does it have to hurt so much? Why? It's not like I wasn't expecting it... But it still hurts, and now it won't stop. Can't you make it stop?


I thought love was supposed to feel good. Well, apparently someone lied. Because it's not good. It's warped and twisted, dark, filled with spite, laced with regret, hindered by shame. All those butterflies I felt before? They're dead. Didn't even make it out of the cocoon. Cold, dead butterflies, nestled in the cavern of my soul. And now, I can't even get them out. I'm that fragile.

Introducing...My Version Of Hobby Lobby

Wishes by Whoa it's ʀσxƴ♥ilyJonasBrothers on Polyvore.com

So I've discovered a new hobby, and, in case you haven't already guessed, it just might have a little something to do with a little site called polyvore. Wink.