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bella__cullen
FYI, the ladies at Wicked_Contest are hot, I intend to have my way with them. <3
Status: Cause I deserve more, I deserve more, you act like a whore.
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Profile: The Basics Congratulations, I'm your creation, Well how bout that, You better lock your doors cause the bitch is back. Name: Zandria. Others: Zan, Zanny, Zan-Pants, Zanzabar, Xanadu, Zan the Man, etc. Gender: Female, I check often. Has been walking this world for seventeen years. Currently has no man to hold me down. Stands at a mere five feet and six and a half inches of height. Cheaters make me laugh. Give me a line to a poem and I'll help you finish it. I'll listen to any song once. I think my favorite colors are blue and purple, they'll change soon enough. The stupidity of the world makes me giggle. I'll protect anyone and anything. I'm a peace hippie, violence is never needed. I write a blog anywhere from zero to three a day. Family is more important then life itself. I make your mom jokes daily, whether they fit or not. Life is a bitch, if it were easy they'd call it a slut. Likes Rainbows. Boys. Confusing others. Writing(in any form). Unicorns. Books. Texting. Energy. My nephew. Singing off key. Frozen peas. A.D.H.D. Lighters. Late nights. Surprises. Random phone calls. The words legit, epic, fail, and banana. Sound blocking headphones. Walking. Rings. Soda My fish Renesmee. Being random. Loathes People. Guys who enjoy being an asshole. Drugs. Liars. Cheaters. Silence. The sound of chewing. Lack of order. Anxiety. Sleeping alone. Most odd numbers. Anything being uneven. Messy beds. How long it takes to make a grilled cheese. Glitter; it's AIDs. Sharks. Walking alone at night. Cancer. Not trusting anyone, or even the world itself. Remembering. The color pea green. The awkward shape of genitals. People who hate cats. Music My Chemical Romance, Good Charlotte, Simple Plan, Sum 41, Ke$ha, Michelle Branch. Avril Lavigne, BrokeNCYDE, Dot Dot Curve, Breaking Benjamin, Puddle of Mudd, Linkin Park, Theory of a Deadman, Daughtry, Skillet, Flyleaf, Relient K, Limp Bizkit, New Found Glory, RED, Family Force 5, Killswitch Engage, Losing Hope, Aquadust, P!nk, Taylor Swift, Regina Spektor, Acceptance, Goo Goo Dolls, 3OH!3, 3 Doors Down, Avenged Sevenfold, 30 Seconds to Mars, 12 Stone, the Spill Canvas, The Veronicas, Super Chic[k], Skye Sweetnam, Shinedown, Secondhand Serenade, Pencey Prep, Pillar, Buckcherry, Aly and Aj, The Airborne Toxic Event, Adelitas Way, Chevelle, Three Days Grace, All Time Low, Escape the Fate, Take Cover, Sick Puppies, Coldplay, Never Shout Never,    Wicked_Contest Come join us, we're pretty epic. :D Just saying. P.S. The staff ladies here are perrtie sexy.  Vote us to the top.  Poetry Trophies Full of Broken HeartsYou whisper a soft I love you, It shivers down her spine. Your hands grace her body eagerly, She'd be lost without your breath. You live this lie like it's your last breath, You keep her going, Hanging on to ever single last letter. How you keep track she'll never know. The score boards in the garage are merely to impress, "dust off your trophies boys, and shine those eyes." You're at the top of your game, And she's never felt lower. You play them like a complex symphony, But never miss a note, or a single scale. You'll never let them know that they're mere tools, You've got them grasped tightly in the palm of your hand. You're their everything with out you life is pointless, If it weren't for a dull Sharpie pen you'd never remember their last name. You've just placed the winning score, How will they handle their breaking hearts next? They'll never know the games you play, She thinks she has you figured out. But that was two hearts and three points ago. Her name's just another mark on the board. Dust your trophies off, Round two has just begun. Written, February, 28th, 2011. This Vacant Place Your soul cannot fill this vacant place, But this vacant place craves your name. You'll never fit in this place, Yet it screams for you with angry tears. There wasn't time for you to call my name. I can feel the panic on your face, Hear the words your mouth wishing to form. There wasn't time for you call my name. You're not here to fill this place with laughter and joy, This vacant home is crying out to you! How have you gotten so lost along the way, You're never to be found. I can hear your screams in my ear, They burn and cut like a knife. Over and over I hear them, But it's dead silent in this vacant place. I never got a chance to know you, To see who you could be. I never gave you a chance, Who could you be now? There wasn't time for you to call my name, But the screams you never got to form still scar me, You never got a chance to call my name, Because the dead don't scream. Written January, 19th, 2011.  Likes: Dislikes: Favorite Music:
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