t e s t, no p o s t in ggg<3

[-B a y z z-]

♥♥ ☼ кαтy Ni¢ølε £εGrαndε ☼ ♥♥

If you wanna ride,
Just name your price,
Don’t play cheap with your heart,
Don’t make a bet,
If you can’t write the check,
For me, for me.
‘Cause I can be bought but you’ll pay the cost
If you can afford me...

If you want me,
I’m not a piece of a**,
A one night stand,
A storage shed,
I think you better walk by tonight,
Oh no.
If you want me,
Then stop begging,
I don’t put out for charity...
If you want me there’s no discount price
Tonight.

♥♥ ☼ Thε αиɡяy εиɡℓιsн Tεα¢нεя ☼ ♥♥

[-B a y z z-]

☼☼##♡иσєℓℓє sσғια αвяєє♡##☼☼

Got up on the wrong side of life today, yeah
Crashed the car and I'm gonna be really late
My phone doesn't work 'cause it's out of range
Looks like it's just one of those kinda days

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Wow. This video was extremely boring. So boring that she would much rather be sitting at home stuffing her face with vanilla ice-cream and chocolate chip cookies while watching chick-flicks. Actually, that didn't seem that bad... When she got home, she would definetly remember to have some cookies and ice-cream. Currently however, Miss Noelle was watching the informative video with her head on the desk and her arms crossed under her noggin. She was quite satisfied that Valerie, or whatever, hadn't confronted her, beat her up, or gave her a dirty look. Wht had she done to make nearly every Gilrich hate her? Absolutely nothing. If you messed with one of their badasses(losers), they want to ******** you up and will never let it go. Life, in general, was difficult with them here at the prestigous Origine. Most of them deserved to go back to their education facility where rape, and possibly murder occured daily. Groaning quietly, the red-head pulled a hand through her hair, and let it fall on the desk in her exhaustion. And, that was when the loud bell rang throughout the sterile campus. Thank-goodness. She was literally saved by the bell. And with that, Noelle had swooped her bag up and walked out of the English classroom while Ms.LeGrande was still clearly absorbed in the film. That teacher was crazy. Culinary was next. With that other pyschotic teacher. She as hoping no one she despised was in that classroom.

.; I just got the prettiest camera in the whole universe. Well, I think so<3. Nikon Coolpix L100. My babayyy ;.

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You can't kick me down, I'm already on the ground
No you can't, but you couldn't catch me anyhow
Blue skies, but the sun isn't coming out, no
Today, it's like I'm under a heavy cloud

☼☼##τσ∂αy øя τσмσяяσω¿##☼☼

[-B a y z z-]

☠•☠ ---- αℓєxαиםяα вяє ℓαzєя ---- ☠•☠

Little Miss ємσ

I smile, you laugh, I look away
I sigh, you ask me why, I say
It's okay and I'm just feeling down
Your hand on mine I hear the words
If only love had found us first
Our lives, they would be different, oh...

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And now I must confess
That I'm a sinking ship
And I'm anchored by the weight of my heart
cause its filled with these feelings
But I keep my true thoughts locked beside my
heart's black boxIt won't be found, it won't
survive, through the smoke or the wreckage

[-B a y z z-]

If I'm a bad person, you don't like me
Well, I guess I'll make my own way
It's a circle, a mean cycle
I can't excite you anymore
Where's your gavel? Your jury?
What's my offense this time?
You're not a judge but if you're gonna judge me
Well sentence me to another life.

✿αℓI cαяsoη ☼

XXXXX

Don't wanna hear your sad songs
I don't wanna feel your pain
When you swear it's all my fault
Cause you know we're not the same
No, we're not the same
No, well, we're not the same
We're the friends who stuck together,
We wrote our names in blood,
But I guess you can't accept that the change is good
It's good, it's good

[-B a y z z-]

•ℓαυяєℓ мєםιccι•

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ι ∂oηт c α я ε
wнαт yoυ α я ε,

bαвy,

αs ℓσηg αs ι н α v ε yoυ ƒ σ я ε v ε я.

[-B a y z z-]

☼☼##♡иσєℓℓє sσғια αвяєє♡##☼☼

Got up on the wrong side of life today, yeah
Crashed the car and I'm gonna be really late
My phone doesn't work 'cause it's out of range
Looks like it's just one of those kinda days

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She was sweet, kind, pretty, every single good trait. Except, she didn't have a beating heart. Or blood coursing through her veins. She was a doll. Literally. She was a doll stuck in a pyschopath's home/whatever he called it. He was insane, partly. Why would he want to keep a doll, in his home? The lonely living doll's name was Noelle Sofia Abree, well that's what he named her. She appeared to be 18 years old, with red hair and dark green eyes. She had porcelain skin(It felt like a human). She was different by all means. Noelle had always wondered what the man wanted about her. Was it anything? Or was he just one of those who wants something, but doesn't know why? Mr. Gray Kennicot, was also known as Gray-Bear, which was her favorite. Although, she didn't get the whole 'bear' part, considering bears are supposed to be furry and cuddly and he was not.

Being a doll had it's upsides. You never had to do your makeup, considering it was a permanent tattoo. Your skin was always clear, with no blemishes. You never bled, threw-up. You never got sick(well, she thinks). You never die. But, you did have to eat. But, there were down-sides, which 'Noelle' knew nothing at all about. Currently, the red-headed, green-eyed beautiful doll was simply sitting in a chair, a book capturing her attention. She loved reading, due to the fact it was her home away from 'home'. The book was To Kill a Mockingbird. To say the least, it was very interesting. Subconsciously, the doll was twirling a piece of straight,fiery red hair around her pale finger. Where was Mr. Gray? He was supposed to bring her break-fast by now. "Mr. Gray? Can you bring me my food now?" she questioned, her quiet voice penetrating the silence of the room.

.; sorry it's pretty sucky. i didn't know what else to write. :p ;.


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You can't kick me down, I'm already on the ground
No you can't, but you couldn't catch me anyhow
Blue skies, but the sun isn't coming out, no
Today, it's like I'm under a heavy cloud

☼☼##τσ∂αy øя τσмσяяσω¿##☼☼

[-B a y z z-]

xI have been named,x
jovi marie westbrook

xxBorn into this dreadful world on,
xxoctober 8th

xxxI like to show off my scars,
xxxI have a small nose stud, one right below my lip, my belly-button pierced, both of my ears (cartilage), and duo tattoos of pretty blue and red sparrows on my wrists.

xxxxI like to be equipped at all times,
xxxxmy gorgeous wand, made of unicorn hair and 10 and one-fourth long.

xxxxxMy part in this play of life,
xxxxxgryffindor, quidditch captain

xxxxxxIf you couldn't tell I am a,
xxxxxxchick

xxxxxxxI've been surviving for,
xxxxxxx17 years, 7th year

xxxxxxxxI have a favorite spell,
xxxxxxxx accio, and stupefy!

xxxxxxxxxI'm so very special,
xxxxxxxxx because I have a pretty little wand that I can wave around to turn you into a bloody toad.

xxxxxxxxxxLet's just say I'm no Angel... or am I?
xxxxxxxxxxmiss Jovi is absolutely eccentric and tends to over-do things by a smudge. She's bubbly, yet knows when to be a little rude(especially to those mean Slytherins!). Anywho, she is extremely polite if she chooses to be, like the whole, 'no-thank kind sir' polite, and she's not sarcastic about it. She's very loyal, but if you get her angry, prepare to feel the wrath! Jov is not afraid to speak her mind, and voice her opinions.


xxxxxxxxxxxLife...
xxxxxxxxxxxoctober 8th, 1992 marked the birth of a bubbly baby girl, with gorgeous red hair and green eyes who just had magic flowing in her veins. The blooming girl was born to Alison and Gregory Westbrook in the beautiful country of England. London to be exact, the place with the red phonebooths, and high red buses. Earlier that day, the soon-to-be parents were walking down the cobblestone streets and were about to cash a bus to Windsor Castle for the day to just look around. After walking to the very top part of the double-decker transportation device, Miss Westbrook screamed in pain and the ground below her was suddenly wet. And, no, she did not pee! She would be giving birth to a child, in front of the public while her uterus felt like it would pop out. Of course, Mr.Westbrook phoned 911, and in minutes, that ambulance came. My mother told me it was the most painful, and embarrasing moments in her life. Obliviously. My parents hadn't said any spells due to the increasing crowds of muggles around them.

Anywho, after about 5 minutes of trying to get my dear mother to stop screaming and off the bus, she was driven to the hospital and at 10:30 P.M. gave birth to a daughter. Which was, me, also known as Jovi Marie Westbrook. Pretty name huh? After a few years of my parents teaching me what I needed to learn, I was sent an application to the prestigous Hogwarts, and my parents were overjoyed and happy to send me away. And, I am now the captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team. Look for me on the pretty stick and commanding my team. Although, I have a deep dark secret. I'm just in love with ciggarettes. No one can break my habit, it's like telling a male to stop grabbing his junk all the time. Virtually impossible.

xxxxxxxxxxxxI live by my word,
xxxxxxxxxxxx“Life is full of beauty. Notice it. Notice the bumble bee, the small child, and the smiling faces. Smell the rain, and feel the wind. Live your life to the fullest potential, and fight for your dreams.”



::Lets Jam:: the english way- gabrielle aplin
My reflection shows,
Look who it is:: -B a y z z-

[-B a y z z-]

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