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HIII I'm Bailey :) I'm an 18 yr old irish cialin :) I'm a little strange, as you can tell if you looked at some of my pictures :\ uum I used to do a lot of drugs but I'm pretty much clean now :)..and a little less strange haha ,but this website won't let me delete pics so you couldn't tell..

*marijuana is the most spiritual, and artistic thing I've ever experienced

*I'm a tease, I'll admit it

*I'm Indie, I love to write & draw...

*my favorite thing in the world to do is snowboard, I would do it everyday if I could.

*I'm a vegetarian.

*I wouldn't really consider myself a "tree hugger" but I think it's very important to protect & conserve what we've got :)

*I'm going to school to major in psychology

*I HATE rude, ignorant, judgmental people!

*I'm kinda the rebelious, "black sheep" of my family.

*I loove tattoos & piercings.

*I love art and photography

*I love playing in the rain

*I do not believe in "love at first sight" I don't care how you want to put it, we all know that's simple lust

*I'm bisexual. I don't judge you, so please don't judge me :)
-look @ the 1st pic on my profile (the one of my hand), read the comment and tell me how you relate, I'm very curious..

*I'm an advocate of the simple things in life:
...i love the way it feels when you go to a show and a really loud bass makes your entire chest (heart, sternum and rib cage) pound, it feels like the music is taking over your body
...i love the way bright lights reflect in water
...i love how delicous fruit tastes after you workout mmm
...i love:
playful kisses,
the feeling of holding someone else's hand,
laying in silence staring into the stars,
warm towels,
sunsets,
free thought,
burning incense,
thunderstorms,
deep conversation,
being barefoot,
hugs,
bongo drums,
bonfires...

"You guys, Satan's not in a guitar pick. He's inside all of us. He's in here, in your hearts. He's what makes us not wanna go to work, exercise, or tell the truth. He's what makes us wanna party, and have sex with each other all night long. He's that little voice in your mind that says fuck you to the people you hate."
TENACIOUS D!!!!

"Fade in, start the scene
Enter beautiful girl
But things are not what they seem
As we stand at the edge of the world.
Yeah we all flirt with the tiniest notion
Of self conclusion in one simplified motion
You see the trick is that you're never supposed to act on it
No matter how unbearable this misery gets."

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July 22

Three Little Words, One Big Meaning?

Some people take the words "I love you" sooo seriously that they use it so, weell, sparingly. I on the other hand take it so seriously that I use it as often as I can... I understand that LOVE is a very powerful word, full of meaning, but I also understand that LIFE is too short to limit yourself to the people and things you love. I think that it's important for these people to know how you feel about them before it's too late. Don't worry about LOVE losing it's meaning, it's way too empowering to become a cliche, and don't so arrogantly think you even have the ability to make that happen. So love as MUCH as you can, and share it as OFTEN

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May 20

What's at the renegade craft fair? Buttons.

I feel as if I'm in a novel. I've read this novel long ago. I imagined it perfectly in my mind. I lay my head on your neck and see a flash image of this long forgotten world in my mind. Everything around me stops. The world comes to a halt. I walk down the street unsure whose footsteps I feel beneath me. The soft wind blows in a dark but starless sky. I walk out of the subway into a dark park slope. Midnight came and went long ago. Behind me I hear tears I can no longer tend to. A longed for eternal hug overwhelms me. I am emotionless this day. I walked in an empty public pool with crafty people. I tasted new flavors that have addicted me. I remembered who my soul would never let me forget to be. I've never seen such a crafty skirt.

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May 19

Sunshine and Sympathy

How can you miss someone you've never known? How can you leave behind someone you've never met? How can you feel at home in a place you can't be sure exists? When do you stop believing someone is just like you and start believing they are just copying you? I fell in love with a hope, but that hope was in a human. My hope was not that they would save me. My hope was not that they would fix any of my broken parts. My hope was not that he would turn my life into a paradise. My hope was not that he would change for me. My hope was not that I would fix his life. My hope was not to be his world. My hope was only to look into his eyes and watch his lips form words I have already heard. For reasons I'm not privileged to know he has covered his eyes and muzzled his own mouth.

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May 17

"Reasoning, Logic & the way my brain works"

Giving "God" credit for the miracles we experience/witness in this world is simple modesty. Why is it so hard to believe that people can do good things without the influence of some spiritual being? I believe God is a figment of our imagination that we conjure up to make life easier, kind of like an easy way out. People use "God" to manipulate others to do what they want, to settle everyday complications, or for when they can't solve life's mysteries, "Where did the earth come from?" for instance -People sometimes question, "If God does not exist, where did the universe and first living organism come from (like the whole chicken vs. egg debate), did they just appear?". Do these people ever question, "If God DOES exist, where did he come from, did he just appear?" No religion has proof to what they believe. All they possibly have is some version of the Bible. Which makes me curious as to why people choose the religion they choose. 1. Because it's what their parents believe? 2. It’s the religion that was drilled into their minds ever since they were little kids? This one isn't even fair, little kids believe in the Easter Bunny until someone tells them it's bullshit; and let's face it no one is going to tell these kids that it's not logical for a giant bunny to deliver candy, for a virgin to give birth, that there is an alternate universe that you live in AFTER YOU ARE DEAD, or that there is someone watching you all the time to make sure you do the right thing, which sounds vaguely similar to Santa Clause. (See the connection?) 3. Someone SWEARS there religion is true? EVERYONE claims THEIR religion is the TRUE religion. I mean come ooon, how could anyone even know that?? This shit happened in B.-fucking-C. Therefore they're going off of word-of-mouth or written documents that any crackhead could have come up with. Besides, everyone knows that you shouldn’t believe everything you hear. Most of the "history" you learned about in school NEVER HAPPENED. I'm serious, check out the book "Lies Your History Teacher Told You", it's legit. So why should the history of religion be any different (because no one has the guts to write a book challenging religion). I don't expect you to agree with me, and I don't mean to offend anyone. I know that religion is a risky topic to talk about but this is just the way I feel. Everyone is entitled to their opinion and I would love to hear yours! So tell me, why do you follow your religion? ***I am an atheist in a family of Catholics. I choose not to follow that religion because I don’t believe most of what they want you to. Not to mention, I am also a bisexual in a family of homophobics. & if the catholic community can't accept me as I am, why should I accept the beliefs of the catholic community?

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May 17

Here We Go

This is how it works, You're young until you're not, You love until you don't, You try until you can't, You laugh until you cry, You cry until you laugh, And everyone must breathe, Until their dying breath. No, this is how it works, You peer inside yourself, You take the things you like, And try to love the things you took, And then you take that love you’ve made, And stick it into someone, Someone else's heart, Pumping someone else's blood, And walking arm in arm, You hope it doesn't get harmed, But even if it does, You'll just do it all again.

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