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February 2012
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Anonymous asked: Who is your bestfriend that you miss and no longer talk to?
Anonymous asked: Well, you fail the friendship test.
Anonymous asked: Who is it!?
Anonymous asked: Friendship test!
Anonymous asked: ¶ and ! :D
Anonymous asked: Who is your bestfriend?
Anonymous asked: % ♥ ¶
I'll answer honestly.
† Your religious Views?
@ Have you ever self-harmed? Why?
# Relationship with your father?
$ Relationship with your mother?
% Who is your most loved person?
^ Have you ever been bullied?
& What is your sexuality?
☼ Who makes you the happiest?
* What is the most heroic thing you've ever done?
+ What calms you down when you're upset?
♥ Have you ever fallen in love?
¤ Had your heart broken?
© Have you been betrayed in the past? How?
¶ Who do you miss the most?
§ Have you ever attempted suicide?
! Share a secret?
Update on Connor!
They will attempt to sit him up in a little while. He has had some movement and he opened his eyes earlier today - not wide open but we’ll take any and all movements. They have removed the breathing tube from his mouth and placed it in his throat area. You can definitely tell there is a great improvement in his overall appearance. We serve an awesome God! Keep the prayers up!!
Anonymous asked: What's happened to your friend?
Anonymous asked: where do you live?
New update on Connor! He just got out of surgery....
“Usually we walk around constantly believing ourselves. “I’m okay” we say. “I’m...”
This is what I've heard so far. Connor's doctor...
Anonymous asked: your taste in music is amazing!
Hey everyone. My friend Connor Smith got into a...
“It’s dark.
You exhale a fist of memory.
I love you like weathering wood
in a...”
– James L. White, from “Lying in Sadness” in The Salt Ecstasies (via atramentum)
Ghost of Things →
And ours, ours I described as the aftermath of a horrible car crash.
That’s the only thing I could compare it to. And I know it’s too morbid, but I’ve always been too morbid. I hear it all the time. See, that’s you on the sidewalk, your cracked skull spilling goo and red all over the rough pavement. People in yellow scrape what’s left of you and take you away somewhere. I’m still inside the car,...