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10/15/2012 07:42 PM 

How to put youtube video on profile

Its not hard when you have codes. I will give you samples of what I am talking about and have codes where you can code and all you have to do is change the url code and change the  height and width to what size you want the video to be.Sample 1


       




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Just copy and paste to your edit profile in any one and change the width and height to what you want and change the URL to what song you want. If you need help, message me and I will help you the best I can.

krystal

09/10/2012 07:06 PM 

of course i am single
Current mood:  crushed

the reason i get on this freaking site is to talk to people every time i post something on my steam no one replies im decideing if i should delete this or not i feel left out..

Marché

08/13/2012 05:31 PM 

Value
Current mood:  animated

I tend to look past the pretty faces these days, to avoid shallow hoes and their questionable ways. Caught in the superficial glam, define of beauty. By the cup of their bra and the curve of their booty. But you, you have something else that I praise. I mean, your body is bad but there's something else that I chase. It's your heart that has worth and your mind that has value. But you haven't even noticed, that so lately you fall for those guys that notice nothing more than that your face is pretty and your ass is fat and you wonder why your premises never coincide, because they will never be able to see what's inside. But perhaps I'll still be here waiting on the side... Maybe. I dedicate this poem to the women that have something more than just beauty. Maybe they don't even realize it. Maybe no one has ever even told them. But I'm Marche, and I hope that you can appreciate yourself for what you're really worth. Not just a trophy.

Marché

08/13/2012 05:30 PM 

Dearest one.
Current mood:  angry

Fuck you. Oh wait, should I be more thoughtful, more poetic for you? Ok, I'll try, you dumb bitch. For whom heaven has cast out, for you there is no kind of love, for that which has seeped through the purest of hearts and the thickest of shields, there is you. You are a black feather on a white dove, a shadow in the valleys of sun, a tarnished stain on the chapel's walls. DO YOU NOT SEE YOUR OWN DISGUST? Alright now I'm done with the poetic shit, back to the main point. I called you today and you told me you would call me back because you were doing stuff? You sounded so fucking guilty. What exactly were you doing? And whom were you doing it with? Why the fuck did you even answer the phone if you were busy doing stuff. Maybe you were on crack with your friends? Who knows? You use to never like to rent movies from Blockbuster because you thought they censored their films, plus they were a giant corporation, which you couldn't stand. Now, you go there almost every night like a dumbass. What happened to you? You use to write nasty letters to pharmaceutical companies because they continually test their death products on helpless animals. Now, you shop at Safeway and take medication for your illnesses. The girl I fell in love with would have fucked you up if she met you. You had such a promise of being a child forever. I truly believed you would obtain an eternal love that would allow you to never grow old. I doubt you will ever achieve what I once thought possible. My only advice is to make the best of your time, and learn to laugh once again.

-Fuck you.

Marché

08/13/2012 05:29 PM 

We were made to love each other.
Current mood:  crying

The pain tore at my insides. I could feel it constricting my chest to the point of it being hard to take a decent breath. Of course it didn't help that I was trying to hold back the heavy sobs, ripping at my lungs and heart.

There were times that it all collected, and was so intense that I actually expected to feel my heart literally tear open. My blood to pour from my chest, making it look as if I'd been stabbed. I may as well have been. I can't see that it would be any more painful than what he'd done to me.

You see, there are many ways to betray someone. Betray their love. His method of choice? Abandonment. Complete. Absolute. Messy to me, clean to him.

He wasn't the one left with a million questions running through his mind, day and night. Clouding his waking thoughts, and his dreams. I wasn't the one who had left him with a huge, gaping, bleeding hole in his chest. He didn't feel as if his whole world, his reason for living, had been ripped from his hands, without hope that it would ever return.

I would never have done that to him. Never.

It had been months since, yet it all remained fresh inside of me. I tried so hard to hide it from those around me. Although, I don't think I always did a very good job of it.




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