whew! so i just started this blog after looking at brad's so much. i have my own website as well [www.sugarlips808.piczo.com] but my blog; well it gives me something to do now during my last class of the day, just spill about well the latest gossip i guess:P, and blab about my day and what not. so this could get interesting. everything will be changed once i learn how to work everything that is! then it will reflect more of me and will be a sweet ass blog spot. so just work with me on this one! anyways feel free to leave comments; speak your mind but keep it respectful! until next time.
much love
tiffie.lynn♥
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I could write it better than you ever felt it.
Bend&Break.
If that's the worst you got; better put your fingers back to the keys.
Shattered.
- tiffie.lynn
- a simple yet complicated girl. tall. strawberry blonde hair with copper streaks. blue/green eyes. black nail polish. big heart. loves a boy. always smiling. loves to laugh. music is love. emotional. loves her friends and family. shopping is a passion. hearts volleyball. can't live without lipgloss. loves her hair. hearts heels. loves hugs period.
Letters.
God forbid you be an ugly girl, of course too pretty is also your doom, 'cause everyone harbors a secret hatred for the prettiest girl in the room.
Scream.
I'dLie;;TaylorSwift
& Shout.
If you asked me if I love him; I'd Lie.
Hearts.
Landslide.
. 0 . days til grad
Stand.
You feel like a candle in a hurricane.Just like a picture with a broken frame.Alone and helpless.Like you've lost your fight.But you'll be alright, you'll be alright//Cause when push comes to shove.You taste what you're made of.You might bend, till you break.Cause its all you can take.On your knees you look up.Decide you've had enough.You get mad you get strong.Wipe your hands shake it off.Then you Stand, Then you stand//Life's like a novel.With the end ripped out.The edge of a canyon.With only one way down.Take what you're given before its gone.Start holding on, keep holding on//Cause when push comes to shove.You taste what you're made of.You might bend, till you break.Cause its all you can take.On your knees you look up.Decide you've had enough.You get mad you get strong.Wipe your hands shake it off.Then you Stand, Then you stand//Everytime you get up.And get back in the race.One more small piece of you.Starts to fall into place.
With Hearts And Wrists In Tact.
We're the new face of failure.Prettier and younger but not any better off.Bullet proof loneliness.At best, at best.
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