My Life, According to Google. 1: Type in "[your name] needs" in the Google search: Breanna needs a permanent home.     lol what? 2: Type in "[your name] looks like" in Google search: Breanna looks...shows, sporting events, charity shows and club dates. IT'S A PREMONITION~! 9: Type in "[your name] wants" in Google search: Breanna wants to stuff her bra. D'S ARE ENOUGH THANK YOU VERY MUCH.

I want a lot of things. I want my story to influence people in such a way that they'll never look at a bruise on a girl's body the same way again. I want my words to be just so , so that every single...this--it's uncomfortable, yes, but necessary. Too many lives have been filled with such pain for this to go on silently any longer. I desperately want this to be the reason I can sleep at night.

Taken from the lovely leftofield  . 1. Reply to this post, and I will pick five of your icons. 2. Make a post (including the meme info) and talk about the icons I chose. 3. Other people can then...ONE. Okay, it's Gabe Saporta, in near-nonexistent shorts, soaking wet. Do I need any more reason, besides his Uruguayan BOD? keyword: wetgabe is wet Okay, so, comment and I'll pick your icons =D  

Title: The Gamble Chapter: You don't know what love is [sept] Rating: R Notes: POV switch--it's written from the eyes of the main character's new girlfriend. This chapter and the next (and final...in my arms. "I won't get used to this," she mumbled into my shoulder, voice breaking under her tears. I stroked her back, soothingly, I hoped. "I know, bee. I know." She breaks my goddamn heart.

♥ bold the ones that are true. ♥ italicize the ones that are sort of true; please elaborate on them too. ;) General - I am 5'4 or shorter - I think I'm ugly. [I'm not an attractive person.... [it's always pretty vague XD] - I'm good at remembering names. - I'm good at remembering dates. - I have no idea what I want to do for the rest of my life. - My answers are totally honest.

 He's found someone new... That was fast. I have an array of lyrics that are fitting for this situation I'm in, and I could use them, but now, I just need to talk. I haven't talked about myself in a while...hold any more and I just had to let it out. She had no fucking idea.  And I'm the selfish one. Just because they could never fucking see it, doesn't mean I didn't love them with my entire being.  

Story: The Gamble Chapter: Close your eyes and make believe this is where you want to be. [six] Rating: PG. Notes: Chapter title from Paramore's "Decoy". For some reason this chapter is in a totally...back from what I assumed was the kitchen. "Sweet." I picked up my mug once again and headed in the direction of her voice. I'd never felt better... He'd probably be back tomorrow on his kness.

1. Leave me a comment saying you want to do the meme. 2. I'll respond by asking you five personal questions so I can get to know you better. 3. You should update your LJ with the answers to the questions...detail) IDFK HOW BUT SOMEHOW I HAVE BEEN TRANSFORMED FROM AWKWARD, TWELVE-YEAR-OLD LOOKING BRE TO SOME SORT OF HOT. I love that woman. What's the last thing that made you pee yourself from glee?  

Stolen from the lovely happyville . RULES 1. Put Your itunes, windows media player etc on Shuffle 2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer. 3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG... What's your biggest secret? COMING UNDONE [WHICH IS NOT REALLY A SECRET, TBH] Anywho. I haven't really done a big ABOUT ME HEY THIS IS ME GUYZ. You guys want to know me any better?

Since I've been taking an ASS-LONG time to get this fic up for ourgossip_lips  I decided I'd post a little snippet of it for until it's finished. =D "Okay, William, throw a punch at me." William...yes, very short, but you know. It will probably change as I go through and edit it some more. I'll have the sixth and final chapter for The Gamble up VERY VERY SOON I PROMISE.   That's all, dearies.