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pandachic698


pandachic698
Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Member for 12 years

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ABOUT ME
ok........ so im 14 years old and i love to draw and write poems so be sure to check them out comment; like or whatever ok byeeeeee

INTERESTS AND FAVORITES
Movies: scream, saw 1-5, halloween, scary movie
TV Shows: ncis, csi: miami, house of anubis, pretty little liars
Interests: swimming!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!, sports, watching t.v


Poetry
By pandachic698 BRONZE
Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
pandachic698 BRONZE, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
1 article 0 photos 3 comments
Art/Photo
By accident_prone_ SILVER
Sparta, Tennessee
accident_prone_ SILVER, Sparta, Tennessee
7 articles 29 photos 20 comments

Favorite Quote:
Her heart is a suspended lute; as it is touched, it resounds.

Art/Photo
By emmabr BRONZE
Columbia, Maryland
emmabr BRONZE, Columbia, Maryland
1 article 33 photos 3 comments

Favorite Quote:
Outside the station, she stands with her child on the side of the street, taking pictures of cars.<br /> <br /> You think she&#039;s insane. Until, one day, you notice that she&#039;s taking pictures of the license plates of the cars her child gets into.<br /> <br /> Because you look. But you do not see.<br /> <br /> And she walks out the shop with bags full of cat food. You think she&#039;s some crazy cat lady until you find out, she has no cats.<br /> <br /> Because you eat. But you do not taste.<br /> <br /> It&#039;s been a while since their last album but he assures you, he&#039;s doing just fine these days, white flecks in his nostrils. Then he asks you if he can spend the night on your couch, even though it stinks.<br /> <br /> Because you sniff. But you do not smell.<br /> <br /> And they say &quot;Just OK&quot; when you ask them how school was. Then you wonder what they&#039;re hiding until you find their diary and the last entry reads &quot;I wish you&#039;d give me some privacy.&quot;<br /> <br /> Because you listen. But you do not hear.<br /> <br /> And they&#039;ve got a bruise over their eye and you run the tips of your fingers over it and ask them how it happened. You believe them. Until it happens again.<br /> <br /> Because you touch. But you do not feel.<br /> <br /> And they walk past you everyday, one million stories, each waiting to be told. Waiting for you to ask.<br /> <br /> Because you live. But very few, love.

Poetry
By Adams1030 BRONZE
Tenafly, New Jersey
Adams1030 BRONZE, Tenafly, New Jersey
2 articles 0 photos 1 comment