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The Liebster Award (Yay!) – Wondrously Misanthropic
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Just your average antisocial teen. The Liebster Award (Yay! July 27, 2015. July 27, 2015. I’m so excited for my second-ever blog award! I may or may not have dreamed of this moment for a while. *humbly bows* Thank-you, kedslover. You’re the bomb! Check out her blog! Anyway, let’s get on with it, shall we? 1 Thank the person who nominated you. (Thanks again! 2 Answer the ten questions asked of you. 3 Nominate (about) ten other bloggers and come up with ten questions of your own. Q&A With Miss Anthrope:.
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August | 2015 | storiesofateengirl
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Monthly Archives: August 2015. Happy Birthday to my Mother. August 31, 2015. I would like to recognize my mother because it is her birthday. I love her so much, she has always been there for me, so Happy Birthday mom, you are the greatest mother anyone could ask for. I would also like to thank all my followers. I have 11 followers now. Thank you for all your support. August 29, 2015. Going to a water park. August 25, 2015. August 24, 2015. August 23, 2015. August 23, 2015. I would love to thank Jenni.
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Miss Anthrope – Wondrously Misanthropic
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Just your average antisocial teen. August 13, 2015. August 13, 2015. Since school is around the corner, it leads me to think of my future goals and aspirations. Over the span of my life, I wanted to accomplish so many things, and I thought it’d be neat to give you a look into some of the greatest unattained goals of my bucket list:. People book mermaid appearances for birthday parties and the like.). This leads me to my current dilemma…. My mom refuses to even discuss it. The Liebster Award (Yay! 3 Nomin...
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09 | August | 2015 | Girl Shadow
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You don't feel or you don't want to feel? Pictures I take once in a while. Day: August 9, 2015. August 9, 2015. August 10, 2015. Today I went traveling with my mother and my stepfather and these are some photos I took:. I hope you had a lovely sunday. Talk to you tomorow. August 9, 2015. August 11, 2015. I didn t knew what this was until like five seconds ago but I m very happy I was nominated. I was nominated for the Sunshine Blogger Award by Oceanoffear. The Life of an Anxious Teen. Right now I m just ...
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I Took A Walk – I'll Write A Picture
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I'll Write A Picture. I Took A Walk. January 24, 2016. January 25, 2016. Based on an actual social experiment I conducted recently. I took a walk in the park,. Wearing large plastic ears. Waving my arms like a fool. People pass by me. And I send them a smile. I don t know why they are frowning. The next day,. I took a walk in the park,. Wearing large plastic ears,. But no longer waving my arms like a fool. I m still happy. People pass by me. And I send them a smile. I don t know why they are frowning.
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April 2015 – I'll Write A Picture
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I'll Write A Picture. April 3, 2015. April 3, 2015. I sit here silently,. Under a forgotten oak tree. Gray skies and dark shadows,. Are all that I see. I look down at its roots,. Seething into the ground,. Trying to reach something. That’s not even there. While from above, the branches,. Have already given up,. As they wither dry in the cold air. I feel a connection,. With the somber, old tree,. I feel as if its feelings were my own. That no matter how much, I try to forget,. April 3, 2015. April 3, 2015.
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August 2015 – I'll Write A Picture
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I'll Write A Picture. August 12, 2015. August 12, 2015. Rain, whips across my car window in fat, silver droplets. As I stare at the ongoing road,. Illuminated, by the dozens of headlights,. Reflected onto the surface of the rough cement,. Which now shone like glass. Of its hard and painful past. How it trembled and cracked,. Under the breaking weight of a billion vehicles. How it scorched and burned,. Under the unforgiving Sun. With its knives of searing heat,. Seeping into the crevasses. But for now,.
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Oh Darling – I'll Write A Picture
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I'll Write A Picture. June 29, 2015. Looks will fade,. True friendships don’t. Hate is an illusion;. Looking for someone to blame. Into the horrible game. Won’t make you happy so —. Oh didn’t you know? Life is a Poem. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. I Took A Walk. On Life is a Poem.
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July | 2015 | Chitchat
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8216;colourblind’ is a sad joke. On But you say there is equality. Monthly Archives: July 2015. July 24, 2015. 8220;Art is to console those. Who are broken by life”. But what of the unfortunate few. Who are broken by death. Should they be left. To wallow in sadness and grief. Or bundled up firmly. In the warmth of love. On his lovers grave. Shows the rain that pitter. Pattered on the stone. And because both hands. Were used to wipe away tears. None were left to bring. The shelter of an umbrella. After a ...
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January 2016 – I'll Write A Picture
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I'll Write A Picture. I Took A Walk. January 24, 2016. January 25, 2016. Based on an actual social experiment I conducted recently. I took a walk in the park,. Wearing large plastic ears. Waving my arms like a fool. People pass by me. And I send them a smile. I don t know why they are frowning. The next day,. I took a walk in the park,. Wearing large plastic ears,. But no longer waving my arms like a fool. I m still happy. People pass by me. And I send them a smile. I don t know why they are frowning.