my favorite bands
~Matchbook Romance * sum41 ~The All American Rejects *my chemical romance ~simple plan *Social Code ~blink 182 *shinedown senses fail *THE USED ~greenday *Nickelback ~billy talent *50 cent ~Kanye West *AFI ~newfound glory Our Lady Peace ~eminem *avril lavigne ATREYU *foo fighters ~kelly clarkson Black Eyed Peas ~yellowcard *sugarcult Butch Walker *Taking Back Sunday Box Car Racer Fall Out Boy Hedley Missy Elliot Pussy Cat Dolls scooter SYSTEM OF A DOWN Theory of a DeadmanKORNAvenged Sevenfoldhinderthousand foot krutchangels and airwavesin flamesevans bluebreaking benjaminGodsmackTiestooookillswitch engageboys like girlsfive finger death punchmudvaynesevendust

Wishes she could be the friction in your jeans <3

~She likes~
// late nites // my best friends // my cell phone // computer // dying my hair //
// brushing my teeth // hot showers // kisses // partys // meeting new people //
// pizza // when mrs. joly doesnt know wat shes talking about // making memories //
// having a good time // peanut butter and jelly sandwiches // being easy going //
// love <3 // family // family guy // desperate housewives // fishing with newbaby //
// baseball // hockey games // popcorn // going for break up cheesecake with holly // shopping //
// sneaking out of kristis house with kristi and kayla (lol) // cosmopolitan // summer //
// the beach // shoes // purses // fireworks // fresh snow // singing when no ones listening //
// dancing in the rain // camping // The sisterhood of the travelling pants!











I live for the nights I wont REMEMBER
with the friends I'll never FORGET

&& who knows.... [YOU] could be that guy

\\Lets go home and get stoned We could end up makin love instead of misery Go home and get stoned Cause the sex is so much better when you're mad at me//

My eyes burn, from these tears
you think you'd learn over these years....
Good things won't last forever

We're gonna die like this, you know.

Its not fair when u say that i didnt try
i just dont wanna hear it anymore






Pain, without love...
Cuz I'd rather feel pain then nothing at all







These tears don't fall, they crash around me
The conscience calls the guilty to come home











...so please don't ask me how
i ended up at my wits end and breaking down.
pages torn from books we never read,
cause we're plugged into this grid.
don't pull this plug right now,
or then we really have to live.

when i die, will they remember not
what i did, but what i haven't done.
it's not the end, that i fear with each breath.
it's life that scares me to death...

Against Abortion
Month One.

Mommy, I am only 8 inches long, but I have all my organs. I love the sound of your voice. Every time I hear it, I wave my arms and legs. The sound of your heart beat is my favorite lullaby.

Month Two

Mommy, today I learned how to suck my thumb. If you could see me, you could definitely tell that I am a baby. I'm not big enough to survive outside my home though. It is so nice and warm in here.

Month Three

You know what Mommy, I'm a boy!! I hope that makes you happy. I always want you to be happy. I don't like it when you cry. You sound so sad. It makes me sad too, and I cry with you even though you can't hear me.

Month Four

Mommy, my hair is starting to grow. It is very short and fine, but I will have a lot of it. I spend a lot of my time exercising. I can turn my head and curl my fingers and toes, and stretch my arms and legs. I am becoming quite good at it too.

Month Five

You went to the doctor today. Mommy, he lied to you. He said that I'm not a baby. I am a baby Mommy, your baby. I think and feel. Mommy, what's abortion?

Month Six

I can hear that doctor again. I don't like him. He seems cold and heartless. Something is intruding my home. The doctor called it a needle. Mommy what is it? It burns! Please make him stop! I can't get away from it! Mommy! HELP me!

Month Seven

Mommy, I am okay. I am in Jesus's arms. He is holding me. He told me about abortion. Why didn't you want me Mommy?

Every Abortion Is Just . . .
One more heart that was stopped. Two more eyes that will never
see. Two more hands that will never touch. Two more legs that will never run. One more mouth that will never speak