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[06 Mar 2012|06:41pm] |
( I think that taking life seriously means something such as this: that whatever man does on this planet has to be done in the lived truth of the terror of creation, of the grotesque, of the rumble of panic underneath everything. Otherwise it is false. Whatever is achieved must be achieved with the full exercise of passion, of vision, of pain, of fear, and of sorrow. How do we know ... that our part of the meaning of the universe might not be a rhythm in sorrow? )♥Quick Facts♥
• Nikcole is half Native American and Half Hispanic.
• Her full name is Nikcole Taylor Sioux. She sometimes goes by Niki.
• When she was 14 her father called her. Nikcole and her father had a short relationship. Out of the blue one day he stopped talking to her. She was fine with it.
• Speaks Spanish and German.
• Loves Dance, with out dance Nikcole would seriously be lost.
• Owns a classic Mustang Fast Back. It was her mothers when she was 16, and being the eldest child she got it.
• Though Nikcole loves dance she wants to be a teacher. She's saving money to start college when shes 23.
• Nikcole has a strange obsession with Scar Face. Scar Face is one of her favorite movies.
• After her mother died, Nikcole started searching for family. It was something her mother started, but never finished. Nikcole found a few cousins that lived closed to her.
• She once ate three whole bags of potato chips.
• She loves to text.
• She still has the teddy bear that her mother gave her. (she sleeps with it too.)
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[12 Feb 2012|01:31am] |
I fucking hate Romanian jokes. I don't even llamas actually live here. Whatever. I'm only coming back because I feel sorry for the kids that have to put up with Dad's bullshit. I'm 28 not 8. I dare him to try and boss me around. It WONT happen. Mom told me not to take any shit, and I'm not. I'll be good to see Caleb again. And the other two again. Zach and uhm.....DAKOTA! They are sooo cute.
Dad doesn't think I know what's going on, but I have friends. A small war is going on, and the humans don't even know about it yet. It's going to cause drama and when it's over a lot of lives are going to be lost. Its sad, but true. Dad wants us here because of it...I think it means he does care? At least I hope that's what it means.
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[12 Feb 2012|01:21am] |
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I can't believe this shit, and I can't believe you. I thought we were doing this whole "honesty" thing, but I guess that was just a lie to. I can handle finding out I'm a werewolf on my 13th birthday. That was easy. But finding out my father didn't die, and that I have not one or two siblings but EIGHT other siblings, that I knew nothing about. And now after all of these years I have to go live with the guy? Seriously. This is bullshit. I'm just thankful that my baby sister is coming with me. At least I'll have her.
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[12 Feb 2012|12:09am] |
M.C.L
IC and OCC Contact
aim: sweetmelodysong And I knew my vision of the garden of savage beauty had been a true vision. There was meaning in the world, yes, and laws, and inevitability, but they had only to do with the aesthetic and in this Savage Garden, these innocent ones belonged in the vampire's arms. A thousand other things can be said about the world, but only aesthetic principles can be verified, and these things alone remain the same.
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[12 Feb 2012|12:08am] |
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A moral; is of or relating to principals of right and wrong in behavior. We all have morals, principals, and things we stand by. These things can make or break us. We all have things that make us who we are, and those things make us unique. As we grow older things we once thought fun, now bore us. And the tings we never sought for tempt us. We live our lives as though they were just motions. The same thing day in and out, never really thinking about what we’re doing until it’s too late. Sometimes we learn this lesson the hard way, righting the people that love us every step of the way. On the other hand, there can be those pulling us from the light and into eternal darkness. They can have the face of a friend, and they even call themselves your friend. They can even come in the face of a loved one. Showing them selves as someone should trust no matter what. But when it all comes down, and your left with only you and your thoughts. What do you do? How do you know what decisions to make, and how will you know if they are right? You can never know if anything you do is completely right for you. Everyone makes mistakes, and we are supposed to learn from them. You make a mistake; you know not to do that again. Like placing your hand over a hot stove, you burn your self. But you learn not to do that again. You realize that it hurts, and you don’t want the pain. But what if no matter how hard you try to stay away from the pain, you just can’t. You keep going back to what’s comfortable to you. And if it hurts you, you don’t care. It feels right for the time being. And you’re only looking for that small passage that shows you the light. For that little time when you’re doing something harmful to your body, its okay. You forget about everything else in life. But when that high no matter what it maybe, when that high crashes down, and you’re left with reality, how do you deal? You start the cycle all over again. Until there is noting left, but an empty shell. All that was you has been removed, and replaced by someone you never though you’d become. The old you is hidden in a corner in the back of your mind, screaming at the new you, begging from you to just listen. All it wants is for you to listen, and understand the harm your doing. You make think everything is fine and wonderful, but that high will only last so long. And when its done, and your life is done, what will you do?
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[11 Feb 2012|01:17am] |
SISTERS ARE LIKE SNOWFLAKES...ONE IN A MILLION. |
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[11 Feb 2012|12:10am] |
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[11 Feb 2012|12:09am] |
We R Who We R
We’re dancing like we’re dumb
Our bodies go numb
We’ll be forever young
Tell me why the hell I like Ke$ha? I mean she's all right, but she's not all that. And that just sounded like something from a song. Baaah. Lmao. So life sucks right now. I'm in between jobs, and I'm thinking about going back blonde? I don't know how my mom is going to react to that, she hated it the first time. Did I care? Hell no. She pisses me off, but I'm not 16 year old anymore, I'm 22.
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[10 Feb 2012|11:58pm] |
Few minds are sunlike, sources of light in themselves and to others: many more are moons that shine with a borrowed radiance. One may easily distinguish the two: the former are always full; the latter only now and then, when their suns are shining full upon them.  ~Augustus William Hare and Julius Charles Hare, Guesses at Truth, by Two Brothers, 1827
She was born Sofia Marie Nickles on March 19,1992. She goes by Ofia, Sof, or goes by her middle name Marie. She has two twin sisters, Fiona and Bella. Sofia is the middle child, and often finds her self in the middle of the fights between Fiona and Bella. Sofia always refused to take sides, telling them to work it out on their own. Growing up with two sisters who were the same age as you, always meant that Sofia had someone to hang out with, or someone to talk to. When Sofia was 10 years old, her mom singed her and her sisters up for cheer-leading. It was not something she enjoyed; Sofia loved dance however. Around this time problems between her parents started having problems. A man named Chanson had come into their lives. He believed that he might be their father. Sofia noticed that Bella looked like Chanson, while she and Fiona looked like William. As it turns out, Fiona, Sofia and Bella have different dads. Fiona and Sofia have the same father, while Bella's father is Chanson.
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[15 Nov 2011|11:55pm] |
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i'm insane, i am smart. all it takes is a spark, to ignite my bad intentions.and do what i do best to your heart. don't be fooled, i was raised by the wolves. now the moon hangs in full, so you know i won't play by the rules.
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[25 Oct 2011|08:24pm] |
SHYANNE NOELLE MERCER
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