Post by ANNABEL CLARISSE MURPHY on Apr 24, 2010 13:21:59 GMT
annabel clarisse murphy.
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CAN BE REACHED AT 919 4299 !
"hey, babe. i'm obviously not here, so you'll
have to wait for me to call you back. don't
be an idiot and just hang up. i hate when
people do that. kay? -pause- alright, love ya!
byee."
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default ringer. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - bedrock, young money.
"i'm so pretty like, be on my pedal bike,
be on my low starch, be on my ecko
whites, he say nicki don't stop you the bestest,
and i just be coming off the top as-best-es.
ooh baby, i be stuck to you, like glue baby,
wanna spend it all on you, baby, my room is
the g spot, call me Mr. Flintstone, i can make
Your Bed Rock."
ringback tone.[/color] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - dakota, a rocket to the moon.
"i know she barely knows me, and i'm fake
in love with her. it's like i'm singing karaoke,
and i forgot the second verse. but i can make
up all my own words. oh dakota, i know our
love is new, i barely know you. i've fallen over
you. it's the was you do the things you do that
make me fall in love with you. oh dakota, are
you in love with me too?"
restricted ringer.[/color] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - kiss with a fist, florence & the machine.
"you hit me once, i hit you back, you gave a
kick i gave a slap. you smashed a plate over
my head, then i set fire to our bed. my black
eye casts no shadow, your red eye sees nothing.
your slap don't stick, your kicks don't hit. so
we remain the same. love stinks. sweat drips.
break the lock if it don't fit. a kick to the teeth
is good for some. a kiss with a fist is better
then none."
one new text message ringer.[/color] - - - - - - - - - - - - - love like this, the summer set.
"i've got a way with counting cards, and you've
got a way of breaking hearts. i've got the keys to
a real fast car, and you're a real fast girl. i want a
love like this, won't you show me a love like that?
they say that love's some bitch. read my lips. i've
waited all my life for a bitch like this. for a kiss like
this. take off your jeans and your cowboy boots.
i like you best in my cheap suit. i cut the breaks
to your racing heart, 'cause you're a real fast girl."
one new voice mail ringer.[/color] - - - - - - - - - - - one headlight, the wallflowers.
"hey, come on try a little, nothing is forever theres
got to be something better than in the middle, but
me and cinderella, we put it all together, we can
drive it home with one headlight. she said she's cold
it feels like independence day and i can't break away
from this parade but there's got to be an opening
somewhere here in front of me through this maze of
ugliness and greed, and i seen the sun up ahead, at the
county line bridge, sayin all there's good and nothingness
is dead, we'll run until there's nothin left, she hit the
end- it's just her window ledge."
missed call ringer.[/color] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - set fire to the third bar, snow patrol
"I find the map and draw a straight line. over rivers,
farms, and state lines, the distance from 'A' to where
you'd be, it's only finger-lengths Jobby that I see i
touch the place where I'd find your face. my finger
in creases of distant dark places. i hang my coat up
in the first bar, there is no peace that I've found so
far. the laughter penetrates my silence, as drunken
men find flaws in science. their words mostly noises,
ghosts with just voices, your words in my memory,
are like music to me. i'm miles from where you are,
i lay down on the cold ground, i, I pray that some
thing picks me up, and sets me down in your warm
arms. after I have traveled so far, we'd set the fire
to the third bar, we'd share each other like an island
until exhausted, close our eyelids and dreaming, pick
up from the last place we left off. your soft skin is
weeping, a joy you can't keep in."
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this was inspired by a lot of different people, but violette[/SIZE] probably had the
biggest role. mad props to her. the lyrics are made by demi lovato. sydknee
says![/color] is responsible for the coding and the images, so don't you even thin
k about stealing it. because she worked very hard and she'll be very pissed
if you do. she'll go all hbic on you. & ending on a positive, thanks for using!
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