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30 January 2015

Ads (and why I have them)

You may have noticed the not-so-attractive ads on the side of my blog. I have these up because I am saving up for

a. college
2. a phone

(lol I accidentally typed a and 2)

So please hit those ads even if you close out right after!

Much Appreciated!
xx Jelena

Three Words

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The words hit me like a train. Running full speed ahead.

I don’t hesitate.

I run.

I run faster than i’ve ever ran before. My eyes are clouded by tears, lingering down my cheek. I keep running. My skin absorbs the bright sun. If today was different, it would feel nice. But now it feels like a blistering cold blizzard. I trip over a rock, twisting my ankle. I bite my lip in agony, but hold back the scream trying to escape from inside of me.

This is nothing compared to what is ahead of me.

Have.

Cancer.

(this is not me)

29 January 2015

// Isn't It Weird? \\

NOTE: this post is NOT what you think it is. I am not trying to convert you at all, believe me, in the end, you will understand.

DISCLAIMER: If you do not agree with me, is OKAY, but please don't get mad with me.

Isn't it weird how we people do such random things? Mainly teenagers to be honest.

28 January 2015

Cats, Dogs, And Clothes

8Tracks

Officially in a committed relationship with 8tracks

25 January 2015

City

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I smile at him, his face orange in the bright sunset. He combs his long fingers through his black hair and grins back. We stare down at the city, the glass reflecting back the sun just right. The wind blows through the side of the helicopter, and sways us back and forth. Joe’s expression fades from a grin to a worried look. “What is it?” I ask, but before he can answer, I look to my right to see another helicopter coming straight for us. The pilot yells into his headset, “mayday mayday!”. I scream as the other helicopter’s propellers come flying towards us, shattering the windows. Our helicopter plummets down, the wind howling like a train. I turn my head to see Joe’s bloody head. His neck is sideways against the seat. A scream emerges from the pilot as he falls out of the helicopter. His fingers grip the edge, but slip off soon after.

I cry out just as everything turns black.

comment if you like it :)

24 January 2015

shopping + cool pics

so since my thighs have taken on the responsibility of inflating to the size of russia, i need new pants.

we ended up going to places like old navy (ick), body central, american eagle, papaya, and many other places. fun right? WRONG. My nose is as stuffed as a turkey on thanksgiving, and i look like CRAP. so as i followed my stepmom around, mumbling to myself due to bad side effects, I look like a disgusting ghost. and of COURSE the one day i wear no makeup... there are pretty girls and cute guys EVERYWHERE. funny how it works right? but NO whe i wear makeup and i actually look DECENT the only person around is some creepy old man staring at me in his big ol van (he he that rhymes)