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Anthems for a Seventeen Year-Old Girl: To Do
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Monday, December 23, 2013. Hating yourself isn't poetry, you know. But it's a lot easier to hate than love and it's a lot easier to be crazy than sane or maybe it's easier to be sane than crazy, I dunno. Girls, stop highlighting your hair the color of suicide,. And boys, stop falling asleep to netflix. It's bad for your eyes. Everyone, stop wearing so much death. Colors are cool. Dye your hair blue and get some new piercings. (maybe don't do the last one, I did that and my mom was angry.). And thank you ...
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Anthems for a Seventeen Year-Old Girl: February 2015
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Tuesday, February 10, 2015. A post for Pretty Girls. Lungs tight, ears ringing, throat burning, I'm drowning. Drowning from the tears of the one who despises me the most. Drowning because I did it, I finally did it. I told her something I've been choking back since the 10th grade, something I've only ever told 2 people. I cried and cried and cried and expected her to do the same. But she wasn't surprised, not one bit. She wasn't shocked or concerned or confused. She told me I was pretty. Girl is a greaser.
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Alice Island learns to write: October 2013
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Alice Island learns to write. Thursday, October 31, 2013. Hot bodies and Kung Pao Chicken. For months I thought about you. I thought about you from February until August. I thought about your eyes and how they're a perfect tint of green. And your skin's lovely uneven tone. Your teeth, ranking number one in the perfection department. And your hands, how they're just learning to play the piano. And your body-DANG BOY. LIKE WATER THINKS ABOUT T-SHIRTS. LIKE GLOVES THINK ABOUT ADAM AND EVE. I don't want you ...
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Alice Island learns to write: November 2013
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Alice Island learns to write. Sunday, November 24, 2013. One I made up:. Grape nuts sounds like grrayeepuh nahtzz which sounds like. Great nazis which sounds like. Great-aunt-azi which sounds like. Gradin tarzi which sounds like. Grinding towards me which sounds like. Crying bores me which sounds like. Drying scores she which sounds like. Dry in scores she which sounds like. Dry ink horsey which sounds like. Driving northey (Kanye and Kim) which sounds like. Prying your teeth which sounds like. 3b And on...
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Tales of a Teen: These words that try to kill me.
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Tales of a Teen. I'm the most honest person you'll ever meet; you'll just have to understand how I tell the truth." -HowITellTheTruth. Thursday, March 13, 2014. These words that try to kill me. I'm being strangled. I'm being killed by the words that choke me. I have so much to say, if they'll give me the chance, but my air gets exhausted through struggling. I can't remember, it's killing me. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Things that rhyme with i miss you. How to Maintain Bachelorhood.
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Alice Island learns to write: January 2014
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Alice Island learns to write. Friday, January 10, 2014. I decided I have an analogy for the analogy of Paris. But I can't type and walk at the same time. Posted by Alice Island. I was going to post something. And then I got scared. Posted by Alice Island. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Anthems for a Seventeen Year-Old Girl. Big, fat, lone, respected, -Bull Bencher. Girl is a greaser. It's me, Lola. Journal by Jern Hayes. Sky,000,000,000,000. The Expedition of Everything. The Outcast From Heaven.
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Alice Island learns to write: December 2013
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Alice Island learns to write. Sunday, December 8, 2013. Snow snow snow snow snow. Oops people crashed on the road. Dead dead dead dead dead. Posted by Alice Island. I didn't go to class and I don't have time for my inner blogger. Posted by Alice Island. Sunday, December 1, 2013. Christmas miracles are real. My Christmas tree is so ugly but the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. I have a plethora of chairs in my house, most of which are really cool, and most of which are not pictured in the previous post.
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Ceo of Cabelas: November 2013
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Sunday, November 24, 2013. How to get through senior year. 1) Get a job, to pay for gas, food, and dates ( if you're not a sophomore ). 2) Go to class, you get four tardies and four excused absences a term. That means you only have to go to 164 out of 180 days of school. ( unless your a football player ). 3) Get a GPA of 2.0 or higher, even if you have to suck up to you teachers. ( D's get degrees ). 4) Remember to blog for Nelson's class ( include his name, he likes that. ). Sunday, November 17, 2013.
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Anthems for a Seventeen Year-Old Girl: a post for Pretty Girls
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Tuesday, February 10, 2015. A post for Pretty Girls. Lungs tight, ears ringing, throat burning, I'm drowning. Drowning from the tears of the one who despises me the most. Drowning because I did it, I finally did it. I told her something I've been choking back since the 10th grade, something I've only ever told 2 people. I cried and cried and cried and expected her to do the same. But she wasn't surprised, not one bit. She wasn't shocked or concerned or confused. She told me I was pretty. Girl is a greaser.
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Ceo of Cabelas: December 2013
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Sunday, December 8, 2013. Thursday, December 5, 2013. Last year I wore a jacket in the winter. I got the jacket from playing a sport. I wore it all most everyday. Why? I don't know maybe I wanted to fit in, feel cool, look good. Truth is my family at the time also didn't have much money so I couldn't get another. After one day I never wore that jacket again. After what one person said. It was her. The one girl that I liked. Truth is this isn't a story about a jacket. Wednesday, December 4, 2013.
