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Name: Ariel
Birthday: 9/13/1990
Gender: Female
Interests: friends, music, driving around, having fun, laughing, smiling, meeting new people, being loud, target, naperville, my future.
Expertise: royally fucking things up.
Occupation: Ice-cream scooper.
Industry: Time-Out.
Message: message meEmail: email me
Website: visit my website
AIM:  ariel1390
Yahoo:  air_ee_ell
Member Since:
6/23/2006
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| I love waking up in the morning to drunken texts from the kid who refuses to take no for an answer. However, I dislike waking up and not having texts from the person you want to text you. I love college. I desired my dust to be mingled with yours. Forever and forever and forever. 
"Do you always have to have a purpose? Do you always have to be so damn serious? Can't you ever do things without reason, just like everybody else? You're so serious, so old. Everything's important with you. Everything's great, significant in some way, every minute, even when you keep still. Can't you ever be comfortable--and unimportant?" If you don't tell her how you feel. She'll find some other guy that will. Tell her all the things that she only ever. Wanted to hear from you.   
I want to be the girl in the pictures on his dresser. I want mine to be the window he wishes he could throw rocks at. I want my fingers to be the ones he dreams about lacing his through. I want to be free of wanting this, but only if it means I don't have to want it anymore, because you're mine. I would kiss you every day, and tell you, you don’t have to be anybody, because I should know that being somebody doesn’t make you anybody, at all. 
I’m not the silly romantic you think. I don’t want the heavens or the shooting stars. I don’t want gemstones or gold. I have those things already. I want…a steady hand. A kind soul. I want to fall asleep, and wake, knowing my heart is safe. I want to love, and be loved. You were everything that's bad for me, make no apologies. I’m crushed, black and blue, but you know, I’d do it all again for you.   
When we're alone you adore me. When we're both dressed you ignore me 
This is so hard. | | |
| I'm home until January 3rd. Wheeooooo. Life is one big question when you're staring at the clock.   
I am trying to make you smile. It is working. You're falling for me. You're falling hard. But I will not catch you. Here's a simplification of everything we're going though. You plus me, is bad news. But you're a lovely creation and I like to think that I am too. But my friend said I look better without you. 
We have spent two days in bed. We turned off our phones, and now it's time to get up. I wonder what the world will make of us. If you've ever had one of those times when you've clutched a pen or something else in your hand for a long time, only to look down and be surprised that you are still holding it long after your need for it had passed, you'll understand sometimes we get so use to holding that we forget to let go.   
You know, when it works, love is pretty amazing. It's not overrated. There's a reason for all those songs. But in the garden of simple where all of us are nameless you were never anything but beautiful to me, and, you know, they never really owned you. You just carried them around and then one day you put 'em down and found your hands were free. 
You’ve got too much to wear on your sleeves. 
I'm pretty sure you don't read these anymore but maybe you still do. I just want you to know that I love you. I always will. I'm sorry I hurt you. I never meant to. I just didn't want to wait anymore. Please don't keep me hanging. Please forgive me. Please fall in love with me again. | | |
| I need to start updating again. Xanga, I've missed you so.   
She's trapped inside her room with reruns on the screen, old books and movies. But she can't stop thinking, I want to be innocent again. She stands a stranger in her skin. 
Don't worry, I'll find my way back to you soon. 
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| It's been awhile since I've updated. I've been all sorts of busy with making extra money for college and packing and getting everything gathered for moving. I leave for school on Wednesday and I don't think I can be anymore excited. My nineteenth is next Sunday too. My last year for being a teenager. That is slightly depressing. I told you that you've become so bitter, it's almost cute, it's almost sweet.   
Maybe if I had held on tight to the balloon string instead of letting it go in the air, I wouldn’t be here right now. But here I am, biting my bottom lip, exhaling smoke, staring at the sky, and looking for you. You told them that I hung the moon. It was a lonely sliver hanging from the sky. I said I put it there for you. I didn't think that it would make you cry.  "While you were sleeping I figured out everything. I was constructed for you, and you were molded for me. Now I feel your name, coursing through my veins. You shine so bright it's insane, you put the sun to shame." I want to say no, but all I say is yes. I want to move on, and not to second guess. I want to let go, but he just gets the best of me.   
Screams are finding their way out of your car. We're screaming. We're screaming "I LOVE YOU," over and over. I hope people hear us. Maybe, someone will tell everyone back home, maybe we don't care. What's too painful to remember, we simply choose to forget. So it's the laughter, we'll remember, whenever we remember the way we were. 
The reason it hurts so much to separate is because our souls are connected.  I love Spongebob. | | |
| Yesterday two of my friends and my boyfriend left for college. Thursday my other two friends leave. Then I am all by myself until September 9th. I'm going to be so damn bored. Blahhhh. Sold my soul for rock and roll, but nothing ever goes my way. 
Well, I couldn't stand to be in that place, I was just about to leave when I saw your face. You were laughing at me with your beautiful mouth. You said, "You're looking miserable, do you wanna get out?" It's funny how the world changes sometimes. How the streets you've walked your entire life suddenly seem darker, colder. How the silence isn't so quiet anymore. How eyes you've barely noticed, now look at nothing but you. How the walk home every night is no longer a routine, but a victory. And then you being to wonder, maybe it's not the world that changed.. Maybe it's just you. And then suddenly, you begin to wonder all over again. Somebody should have told you it never comes easy. Somebody should have told you that there's no guarantees and that you lose it all when you stop dreaming. There's no way to know if you run away.. they tell you who you should be while ignoring your dreams. There's no looking back.   
  
The way your words keep me in line I know what I'm here for. Waking up to the grin of your eyes, it's something I'll get used to. And sometimes I'm bold and brash. And sometimes I'm prone to crash. And sometimes I say too much. And sometimes it's not enough. But I'll never hold you back from something you want so bad. Just tell me so I'm not sad. Was it something I said? I'll always pretend for me to be somebody, anyone but me. Hold me up to break me down. Just pick me up to push me down. Take these wings off my shoulders I'm ready to fly. Push me off or push me over, it's too hard to decide tonight. My word is breaking down tonight, my arms are breaking off tonight. So keep your balance and keep your eyes closed so tight tonight. 
They say the wind is everyone that you've ever loved grazing their lips upon your cheek. 
Paramore concert October 10th at the House of Blues in Chicago. :] | | |
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