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heyy guys. its megzz here. i havta say something. i love you all very much, but this just really pissed me off. i see down at the other post (my icons) people commented them right? most of them say "i love your site!! and the song!! whos it by and whats it called?" or something among the lines of that. if you recall, i did say we have a new layout, new icons, and new music. and i even said who it was. you people didnt have time to read 6 sentences?!? i mean c'mon now. its not that hard to read!! but since i love you all so much. i will say it again

THE SONG IS CALLED FUCKING ON THE DANCE FLOOR BY DIRTY SANCHEZ!! this is the last time i am saying it. thank you all for actually reading what me and kim post. once again we love you!! kbye.

hey guys! kim here.. im so sorry i havent posted up many quotez lately. Just been really busy. But now that summer's here and school's out. I'll have more times for you guys. So here are some quotez. And just cuz i havent updated lately. I'll give you guys a couple extra ones.

I’m not the type of girl
that would get up and Leave you
I would never mislead you
Because unlike other girls
I need you...

how do u deal? wen the one you love is wit sumone else, and there nothing you cant about it?

-frankie j

YOU STARTED BACK STABiN MEH ND ..
GOiNG AGAiNST YOUR WORD THiNKiiN
"OH SHE'LL NEVA FiND OUT" GUESS WAT
                                      *BiTCH i HEARD*

i need sOmeOne i knOw will stay
with me when times get tuff ... sOmeOne
tO hug and kiss me when i've had enough
when i get tired Of hearin' the same shit
everyday ... sOmeOne tO tell me
"[( baby . . it`s gunna be Ok )]"

I  don’t need a BiG  'QUOTE for  you.
No doubt --» straight up --» I love you.

if im just gunna be [another] name in your
book do me a favor and cross me out <3

here are some more Razorblade Quotez for all you cool kids <3  make sure too leave the Broken dreams!!   

lets start over.lets forget all our problems.
lets put our past behind us and never
bring it up again like they said, we
can't live or love the past.lets throw
all our problems away. i'll give you my trust, if you
give me yours.Lets fall in love... the right way

iim gOnna   smiile   when  ii wanna cry
act   happy    when   ii   wanna       die
laugh  lOud   when   ii`m   feeling  blue'
and ii  wOnt  let  iit bOther me when   ii
see              her            with          yOu'

you're my first // r e a l . l o v e
the kind that only happens once
the kind that lasts -f.o.r.e.v.e.r-
the couple that [e][v][e][r][y]one
´¯`·._.·´¯`*·-»looks at and says
" t h e y ` r e * ' p e r f e c t ' for each other..     

*_welcome to a world where beinq
yourself is n e v e r qood enough xx3

she doesn`t know whats right and
she doesn`t know whats wrong she
only knows tha pain that comes
from waiting for him so long and
she doesn`t count the teardropps
that shes cried while he`s awayy
cuz she knows down deep in her
heart he`ll b back again someday

ove-we think about it.dream about it.sing about
it.when we dont Have it we search for it.when
we discover it we doN't know what to do with
it.when we have it we're afraid of losiNg it. it's
the short word that's easy to spell . difficult to
define . &*. i m p O s s i B l e . 2 live withOut`

prOmisSies aRe juSt liEs -
x3wiitH pRetTy riBbons -
x3: t i e d t o t h e m : -

i`m not afraid of heiqhts , i`m afraid of
fallinq . i`m not scared of the dark , i`m
afraid of what`s in it. i`m not afraid to
love i`m afraid of not beinq loved back.

she will chase you around for
a while but There is going to be
a Day when shes going to stop
runnin circles arounD you shes
going to get over you anD at that
very moment u r gOing 2 wish u
had been there to catch her'

One night the moOn wisperd to her.
.if he makes u cry-y d0nt you leave him?.
.she lO0ked at the moOn and said to him.
.moOn would yoO ever leave your wOrld?. // . . x3

hOw cuLd yOo telL m3 yOo l0ve me - nD th3n turn yOur baCk sO faSt - hOw cuLd yOo say u`d b3 there -`n nOt even trii `'.nD maiike iiT lasT - i`m nOt qOn hoLd On t0 sOmethinq that aint qOn make iit - I`m nOt k3epin` thiiSz r3laTiiOnshiiP iif alL yOo dO iiSz faiike iiT - s3e cauSze ii waSz theRe fOr yOo w3n shiiT waSz rOuqh -`'nD nO mata hOw bad yOo hurt me - ii`D frOnt 'nD staii tuff -ii cared fa yOo - wOuLd aLwaiiSz be there fOr yOo - ii turn quiiCk 'nD l0ok what yOo dO - i even put uhp wiiTh yah lii3`Sz - thOuqht u waSz a r3aL guy - tOld yOo i [ lOv3d ] yOo - even afTa yOo maiiDe m3 cry - ii staiied strOnq 3ven w3n ii kn3w it waSz wrOng - ii heLd tiqht buT ii diiD iiT fOr tOo l0nq

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find tHe one you can be yourself in front of
you can say aNything ... you can laugh, you
can smile, you Can cry, you can scream ...
you can kiss you can hug .. Can fiGht, make
up at the end of the night ... and He`d still be
*`___________________ Crazy aBout you
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baby . . me && you . . we can 
make the w h o l e world jealous

everythings okay in a
    fuCced up kinda way

i . have . no . regrets . especially . no . apologiez

tell me that you've had trouble sleeping; that you toss and turn from side to side; that it's my face you've been seeing in your dreams at night.

i know there socially retarted

and weird but they are my friends

so promise u wont make fun of em

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       Lets Be Nothing....
     ..I Heard That Lasts Forever
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Ë
(¯`·._)  i am the author of my life
Ë    unfortunatley im writing in pen
           '- --»  n cant erase my mistakes

                                They ignOre eaCh Other.. nd lOok
                                the Other` way`   but they || bOth|| 
                                knOw deep ` down iinside that it 
                           wasznt   --» suppOsed tO end thiis way `

 no camera could ever [ capture ]  the
 Look iin her eyes and the feeliing iin
 her heart when shes lookin' at him<3

This is my tribute to the nice girls. To the nice girls who are overlooked, who become friends and nothing more, who spend hours fixating upon their looks and their personalities and their actions because it must be they that are doing something wrong.

This is for the girls who don't give it up on the first date, who don't want to play mind games, who provide a comforting hug and a supportive audience for a story they've heard a thousand times.

This is for the girls who understand that they aren't perfect and that the guys they're interested in aren't either, for the girls who flirt and laugh and worry and obsess over the slightest glance, whisper, touch, because somehow they are able to keep alive that hope that maybe... maybe this time he'll have understood. This is an homage to the girls who laugh loud and often, who are comfortable in skirts and sweats and combat boots, who care more than they should for guys who don't deserve their attention.

This is for those girls who have been in the trenches, who have watched other girls time and time again fake up and make up and fuck up the guys in their lives without saying a word.

This is for the girls who have been there from the beginning and have heard the rite words of advice, from "there are plenty of fish in the sea," to "time heals all wounds." This is to honor those girls who know that guys are just as scared as they are, who know that they deserve better, who are seeking to find it.


This is for the girls who have never been in love, but know that it's an experience that they don't want to miss out on. For the girls who have sought a night with friends and been greeted by a night of catcalling, rude L0VESzs and explicit invitations that they'd rather not have experienced.

This is for the girls who have spent their weekends sitting on the sidelines of a beer pong tournament or a case race, or playing Florence Nightingale for a vomiting guy friend or a comatose crush, who have received a drunk phone call just before dawn from someone who doesn't care enough to invite them over but is still willing to pass out in their bed.

This is for the girls who have left sad song lyrics in their away messages, who have tried to make someone understand through a subliminally appealing profile, who have time and time again dropped their male friend hint after hint after hint only to watch him chase after the first blonde girl in a skirt.

This is for the girls who have been told that they're too good or too smart or too pretty, who have been given compliments as a way of breaking off a relationship, who have ever been told they are only wanted as a friend.

This one's for the girls who you can take home to mom, but won't because it's easier to sleep with a whore than foster a relationship; this is for the girls who have been led on by words and kisses and touches, all of which were either only true for the moment, or never real to begin with.

This is for the girls who have allowed a guy into their head and heart and bed, only to discover that he's just not ready, he's just not over her, he's just not looking to be tied down; this is for the girls who believe the excuses because it's easier to believe that it's not that they don't want you, it's that they don't want anyone.

This is for the girls who have had their hearts broken and their hopes dashed by someone too cavalier to have cared in the first place; this is for the nights spent dissecting every word and syllable and inflection in his speech, for the nights when you've returned home alone, for the nights when you've seen from across the room him leaning a little too close, or standing a little too near, or talking a little too softly for the girl he's with to be a random hookup.

This is for the girls who have endured party after party in his presence, finally having realized that it wasn't that he didn't want a relationship: it was that he didn't want you. I honor you for the night his dog died or his grandmother died or his little brother crashed his car and you held him, thinking that if you only comforted him just right, or said the right words, or rubbed his back in the right way then perhaps he'd realize what it was that he already had. This is for the night you realized that it would never happen, and the sunrise you saw the next morning after failing to sleep.


This is for the "I really like you, so let's still be friends" Cali <3 after you read more into a situation than he ever intended; this is for never realizing that when you choose friends, you seldom choose those which make you cry yourself to sleep. This is for the hugs you've received from your female friends, for the nights they've reassured you that you are beautiful and intelligent and amazing and loyal and truly worthy of a great guy; this is for the despair you all felt as you sat in the aftermath of your tears, knowing that that night the only companionship you'd have was with a pillow and your teddy bear.

This is for the girls who have been used and abused, who have endured what he was giving because at least he was giving something; this is for the stupidity of the nights we've believed that something was better than nothing, though his something was nothing we'd have ever wanted.

This is for the girls who have been satisified with too little and who have learned never to expect anything more: for the girls who don't think that they deserve more, because they've been conditioned for so long to accept the scraps thrown to them by guys.


This is what I don't understand. Men sit and question and whine that girls are only attracted to the mean guys, the guys who berate them and belittle them and don't appreciate them and don't want them; who use them for sex and think of little else than where their next conquest will be made. Men complain that they never meet nice girls, girls who are genuinely interested and compelling, who are intelligent and sweet and smart and beautiful; men despair that no good women want to share in their lives, that girls play mindgames, that girls love to keep them hanging. Yet, men, I ask you: were you to meet one of these genuinely interested, thrillingly compelling, interesting and intelligent and sweet and beautiful and smart girls, were you to give her your number and wait for her to call... and if you were to receive a call from her the next day and she, in her truthful, loyal, intelligent and straightforward nice girl fashion, were to tell you that she finds you intriguing and attractive and interesting and worth her time and perhaps material from which she could fashion a boyfriend, would you or would you not immediately call your friends to tell them of the "stalker chick" you'd met the night prior, who called you and wore her heart on her sleeve and told the truth? And would you, or would you not, refuse to make plans with her, speak with her, see her again, and once again return to the bar or club or party scene and search once more for this "nice girl" who you just cannot seem to find? Because therein lies the truth, guys: we nice girls are everywhere. But you're not looking for a nice girl. You're not looking for someone genuinely interested in your intermural basketball game, or your anatomy midterm grade, or that argument you keep having with your father; you're looking for a quick fix, a night when you can pretend to have a connection with another human being which is just as disposable as the condom you were using during it.


So don't say you're on the lookout for nice girls, guys, when you pass us up on every step you take. Sometimes we go undercover; sometimes we go in disguise: sometimes when that girl in the low cut shirt or the too tight miniskirt won't answer your catcalls, sometimes you're looking at a nice girl in whore's clothing - - we might say we like the attention, we might blush and giggle and turn back to our friends, but we're all thinking the same thing: "This isn't me. Tomorrow morning, I'll be wearing a teeshirt and flannel shorts, I'll have slept alone and I'll be making my hungover best friend breakfast. See through the disguise. See me." You never do. Why? Because you only see the exterior, you only see the slutty girl who welcomes those advances. You don't want the nice girl.. so don't say you're looking for a relationship: relationships take time and energy and intent, three things we're willing to extend - - but in return, we're looking for compassion and loyalty and trust, three things you never seem willing to express. Maybe nice guys finish last, but in the race they're running they're chasing after the whores and the sluts and the easy-targets... the nice girls are waiting at the finish line with water and towels and a congradulatory hug (and yes, if she's a nice girl and she likes you, the sweatiness probably won't matter), hoping against hope that maybe you'll realize that they're the ones that you want at the end of that silly race.