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soEmo.co.uk - Emo Kids - killjoysandanas

killjoysandanas

Autumn
22 / Female / TN, United States

Member since: Oct 24, 2013
Last online: Jan 22, 2014

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

About Me

"Arrogant girl,
Cause a scene like you're supposed to.
They'll fall asleep without you.
You're lucky if your memory remains.

Give me therapy.
im a walking travesty
But im smiling at everything.
Therapy...
You were never a friend to me
And you can take back your misery.

Therapy...
im a walking travesty
But im smiling at everything.
Therapy...
You were never a friend to me
And you can choke on your misery."

Favourite Music

Pierce The Veil, My Chemical Romance, Black Veil Brides, Sleeping With Sirens, Falling In Reverse, Escape The Fate, Of Mice & Men, Alesana, You Me At Six, Bring Me The Horizon, Bless The Fall, Breathe Carolina, Never Shout Never. And many, many more..

Favourite Films / TV / Books

Sherlock, Supernatural, Adventure Time, Perks Of Being A Wallflower, Cabin In The Woods, Rocky Horror Picture Film, Glee, Charmed, Buffy The Vampire Slayer, The Little Mermaid, Beauty & The Beast, Alice In Wonderland, The Nightmare Before Christmas, Corpses Bride, Harry Potter, Tangled.

I watch a lot of movies.. >__<
Any pro-ana, depression, and self harm related books. They interest me.

Education / Occupation

High School.

Who I'd Like To Meet

Any one really. I am shy, but I like people. ^-^

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xXeMoRaCeRXx
Oct 24 2013, 12:38 AM
Heya killjoysandanas 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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xXeMoRaCeRXx
Oct 24 2013, 12:06 AM
Thanks for the add :]
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Oct 24 2013, 03:12 AM
“Alice came to a fork in the road. 'Which road do I take?' she asked. 'Where do you want to go?' responded the Cheshire Cat. 'I don't know,' Alice answered. 'Then,' said the Cat, 'it doesn't matter.” ― Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland
Oct 24 2013, 02:49 AM
People always want to know what it feels like, so I’ll tell you: there’s a sting when you first slice, and then your heart speeds up when you see the blood, because you know you’ve done something you shouldn’t have, and yet you’ve gotten away with it. Then you sort of go into a trance, because it’s truly dazzling—that bright red line, like a highway route on a map that you want to follow to see where it leads. And—God—the sweet release, that’s the best way I can describe it, kind of like a balloon that’s tied to a little kid’s hand, which somehow breaks free and floats into the sky. You just know that balloon is thinking, Ha, I don’t belong to you after all; and at the same time, Do they have any idea how beautiful the view is from up here? And then the balloon remembers, after the fact, that it has a wicked fear of heights. When reality kicks in, you grab some toilet paper or a paper towel (better than a washcloth, because the stains don’t ever come out 100 percent) and you press hard against the cut. You can feel your embarrassment; it’s a backbeat underneath your pulse. Whatever relief there was a minute ago congeals, like cold gravy, into a fist in the pit of your stomach. You literally make yourself sick, because you promised yourself last time would be the last time, and once again, you’ve let yourself down. So you hide the evidence of your weakness under layers of clothes long enough to cover the cuts, even if it’s summertime and no one is wearing jeans or long sleeves. You throw the bloody tissues into the toilet and watch the water go pink before you flush them into oblivion, and you wish it were really that easy.

Oct 24 2013, 03:12 AM

“Alice came to a fork in the road. 'Which road do I take?' she asked. 'Where do you want to go?' responded the Cheshire Cat. 'I don't know,' Alice answered. 'Then,' said the Cat, 'it doesn't matter.” ― Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland

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Oct 24 2013, 02:49 AM

People always want to know what it feels like, so I’ll tell you: there’s a sting when you first slice, and then your heart speeds up when you see the blood, because you know you’ve done something you shouldn’t have, and yet you’ve gotten away with it. Then you sort of go into a trance, because it’s truly dazzling—that bright red line, like a highway route on a map that you want to follow to see where it leads. And—God—the sweet release, that’s the best way I can describe it, kind of like a balloon that’s tied to a little kid’s hand, which somehow breaks free and floats into the sky. You just know that balloon is thinking, Ha, I don’t belong to you after all; and at the same time, Do they have any idea how beautiful the view is from up here? And then the balloon remembers, after the fact, that it has a wicked fear of heights. When reality kicks in, you grab some toilet paper or a paper towel (better than a washcloth, because the stains don’t ever come out 100 percent) and you press hard against the cut. You can feel your embarrassment; it’s a backbeat underneath your pulse. Whatever relief there was a minute ago congeals, like cold gravy, into a fist in the pit of your stomach. You literally make yourself sick, because you promised yourself last time would be the last time, and once again, you’ve let yourself down. So you hide the evidence of your weakness under layers of clothes long enough to cover the cuts, even if it’s summertime and no one is wearing jeans or long sleeves. You throw the bloody tissues into the toilet and watch the water go pink before you flush them into oblivion, and you wish it were really that easy.

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