i remember the days when we talked for hours. we were young we thought we had superpowers. we kissed the sky, expanded our minds, thought we could ^fly; we were dreamers and we'd never die. we're young punks but we showed potential. it was us against the world, we weren't sentimental. we weren't our problems, our age, or our paycheques, and we weren't taking anyone's SHIT.













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music, fresh peeps & old friends, MY MOTHERFUCKING LAYDIEZ AND BOIIIZ, partying, music, artsy crap, all done pure 20, music, Raine Maida; You are a gift from above, GUITAR HEROOOO!!!!!, concerts, summer, pink lemonade, sad songs, happy songs, the eager beaver lipstick, campfires, sleeping in till noon, romance, long car rides, singing, feeling productive, new underwear, drama (the class haha), late nights, empty streets, my ipod, Mickey Avalon, feeling smart, feeling stupid, oldschool nintendo, ruby gloom, Dr. Phil, House, my bed, costume jewelery, yeahhh....

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dumb bitches (grow the fuck up please), pure math, school, being tired, when my make-up runs, being lonely, no ipod, missing concerts, being bored.