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Neona

Neon
25 / Female / chicago, United States
Pansexual / Single
Member since: Feb 16, 2015
Last online: Feb 24, 2015

Current rating: No rating yet/10 (0 votes cast)

About Me

I made this acc to see how many other people dont give a shit anymore(:

Favourite Music

Ed Sheeran The Arctic Monkeys The Neighbourhood Vance Joy Skylar Grey The Who My Chemical Romance Papa Roach Coldplay Black Veil Brides (Lots of dub-step too)

Favourite Films / TV / Books

Sherlock Tosh.O Fan fics

Education / Occupation

Who I'd Like To Meet

Ed Sheeran

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Emo Pictures - xXeMoRaCeRXx
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Feb 16 2015, 08:02 PM
Thanks for the add :]
Emo Pictures - xXeMoRaCeRXx
xXeMoRaCeRXx
Feb 16 2015, 07:58 PM
Heya Neona welcome to soEmo.co.uk Please fill out your profile and add some pics when you get the chance. Even create a journal if you like... Find other members using the Browse feature. View 1000s of emo scene girls and guys pics in the Emo Pictures and Site Models sections. Check out the popular Emo Forums and Emo Chat. Learn all about emo scene music, fashion and lifestyle in the What is Emo section. The site is still in development so if you have any suggestions or problems please email info@soemo.co.uk or check out the help section. -Matt
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Feb 24 2015, 03:17 PM
There once was a storm so powerful that it blew away all of a girls dreams. She lost her ambitions and the little motivation left to live. She didn't believe that things would ever go back to the way they were. Her hands were cold and her eyes were clouded. Her confidence had crawled away to be a coward under an umbrella. The storm took everything away and left her as a puddle slowly evaporating into a mist yet to be blown away. She was a fog. A burden. A manipulated soul that froze into ice as hard as walls. The girl doubted encouragement and let her eyes shed the rain she held in for so long. The storm became her, striking its lightning bolt on anyone who dared to approach her. She let the thunder boom and the anger rise. She let the clouds cave her in under the murky, grey glow. She let herself get tucked away, struggling to breath though the thick mist and fog. She let herself go. The girl did this because she believed there wasn't anything to look forward to. Then as the storm retreated with a puff, so did she.
Feb 24 2015, 02:54 PM
None of this is real, it's just a dream. A luminous, blissful, yet betwixt dream. It's just a bridge. Just a girl contemplating her crumbled life. Another ending to a new beginning. The factualness is that she believes she needs to. Though the tempting thought of letting go is forced upon her credulous mind from mocking peers, she still denies the comfort of freedom. She wants to deny herself of any and all prodding ideas and just do. For once, let in the irrational voices. For once, let the taunting voices guide her. Then she knows what to do, not that it would be the least uncomplicated to outsiders strict eyes. They judge by fractions and are too stubborn to ask why. She's enveloped in pure fatigue of this black and white world. Of course you have the rare areas of a blurry grey. Those situations end with the flabbergasted reaction to the twisted and sadistic smiles. The grey area tricks you and traps you when you're most vulnerable. When your gullibleness is at its high. Then tears you down in the midst of time bomb happiness. "She slipped," they'll say. They would do anything to get rid the guilt.
Feb 16 2015, 08:31 PM
Another day went by with me wasting time I dont have. Time I could have used to actually do something about things. Instead, I lay back with the lead in my body and the words that are caged in from my teeth. I wish to speak but no one listens, nowadays people value their tongue more than their ears. It's sad really, to watch them skip around ignorantly as though the world revolves around the tiniest of issues they can muster up. Im done being patient, yet I've chosen to not pester about it.

Feb 24 2015, 03:17 PM

There once was a storm so powerful that it blew away all of a girls dreams. She lost her ambitions and the little motivation left to live. She didn't believe that things would ever go back to the way they were. Her hands were cold and her eyes were clouded. Her confidence had crawled away to be a coward under an umbrella. The storm took everything away and left her as a puddle slowly evaporating into a mist yet to be blown away. She was a fog. A burden. A manipulated soul that froze into ice as hard as walls. The girl doubted encouragement and let her eyes shed the rain she held in for so long. The storm became her, striking its lightning bolt on anyone who dared to approach her. She let the thunder boom and the anger rise. She let the clouds cave her in under the murky, grey glow. She let herself get tucked away, struggling to breath though the thick mist and fog. She let herself go. The girl did this because she believed there wasn't anything to look forward to. Then as the storm retreated with a puff, so did she.

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Feb 24 2015, 02:54 PM

None of this is real, it's just a dream. A luminous, blissful, yet betwixt dream. It's just a bridge. Just a girl contemplating her crumbled life. Another ending to a new beginning. The factualness is that she believes she needs to. Though the tempting thought of letting go is forced upon her credulous mind from mocking peers, she still denies the comfort of freedom. She wants to deny herself of any and all prodding ideas and just do. For once, let in the irrational voices. For once, let the taunting voices guide her. Then she knows what to do, not that it would be the least uncomplicated to outsiders strict eyes. They judge by fractions and are too stubborn to ask why. She's enveloped in pure fatigue of this black and white world. Of course you have the rare areas of a blurry grey. Those situations end with the flabbergasted reaction to the twisted and sadistic smiles. The grey area tricks you and traps you when you're most vulnerable. When your gullibleness is at its high. Then tears you down in the midst of time bomb happiness. "She slipped," they'll say. They would do anything to get rid the guilt.

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Feb 16 2015, 08:31 PM

Another day went by with me wasting time I dont have. Time I could have used to actually do something about things. Instead, I lay back with the lead in my body and the words that are caged in from my teeth. I wish to speak but no one listens, nowadays people value their tongue more than their ears. It's sad really, to watch them skip around ignorantly as though the world revolves around the tiniest of issues they can muster up. Im done being patient, yet I've chosen to not pester about it.

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