plz acounts... just a spam journal with some plz accounts that I use (in comments). Sorry if I bore you but I wanted to make a list of them.If you know more funny plz acounts you can post them in comments XD let's have some fun!*will update later with a serious journal*World's Greatest PLZ Archive! ----> http://27d.deviantart.com/:iconloveloveplz::iconpervplz: :iconblushplz: :iconorzplz: :iconawwwplz: :iconimdeadplz: :iconiseeplz: :iconsmokeplz: :iconzomgplz: :iconkillitplz: :icononiskiplz: :iconstressplz: :iconnosepickplz: :iconhappyskipplz: :icononisquirtplz: :icononigaspplz: :icononichewplz: :iconchocoloveplz: :iconsaunarelaxplz: :icononionwoeplz: :iconyesvictoryplz: :iconomgnoesplz: :iconnosebleedingplz: :iconinloveplz: :icononistressplz: :iconwatchitplz: :iconshockplz: :iconrelievedplz: :iconhappyhappyplz: :icongivingupplz: :icondotdotdotzplz: :iconbaibaiplz: :iconhappytearsplz: :iconwarmandcomfyplz: :iconcomeoverhereplz: :iconheadacheplz: :iconpunch1plz::iconpunch2plz: :icon
LONELYLONELY...Sometimes I feel...LONELY is the best word to describe me...Funny, how a six letter word,Can describe a whole person...It's not like I have no friends or family that care,I know they are always there for me...But that feeling...LONELINESS...It will always be there nagging at me...I honestly don't know if it will ever go away.Like a lone wolf, I watch them with longing eyes.Please...Don't let LONELY...Become the only word to describe me...
Broken angel wingsThe moment I saw you,so broken,I promised myselfthat I'd fix you.And I would have swornI grew angel wings.Your wounds were never healed,I failed, and I'm sorry.I'm never enough and I know it.I tried, darling.Believe me, I did.You always told mehow much you wanted to fly,and you could do it,I knew you could.But the one with the wings was me,and all I know is falling,because that's all I ever did.I wish I could reach you,now that you stopped fallingyou're too far above me.And my wings are brokenbeyond repair.(I'd blame you,but it wouldn't be fair.I insisted on fixing you,when I was even more broken)Sorry, angel.I'll miss you.Don't look for me in heaven.You won't find me there.I'm right below the bottom,where the broken burn,where I belong.Because you know I'm afraid of heights,and you know I never learnt how to fly.All I do is fall,and I refuse to take you with me.fly, love. i gift you my wings, fix them and fly.
The Poet's HandWe write of beautyWe write of painWe write of lifeWith such disdainAs if these wordsCould change our worldWhen in a cornerWe are curledUp in fearFor all we seeHiding fromRealityAs fantasyFills our timeIn search of hopeBeyond the rhymeFor reasons lostTo ink and leadTo lighted screensBefore we're deadInside the heartInside the soulBefore our mindsHave lost controlOf the poet's hand