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Right.. Sorry, sorry.. I'm nervous.. No! We aren't killing anyone.. I just - I met this boy and it got me wondering on some things and  my old man well he'll look at me like I'm bonkers...so.. I set an appointment under the name Judy Garland.. Don't look at me like that! ..and now.. I.. I don't want to go alone.. Pleaseeeeeee

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Yes I’m in here, where else would I be? I live here genius! - Come where?.. [sighs] Allie what thing? Are we gonna kill someone cause.. I know where Sir keeps his guns. We need one, two? three?

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 [Taps on window] Lexie - Lexie.. are ya in there? Don't say anything... Well, say something but..I just.. I really need someone to come with me to this [whispers] thing..

The worst day of loving someone is the day that you lose them.

Lindy Watson - “Earth Boys Are Icky”

Ashley Benson attends the inaugural event for BKB, Big Knockout Boxing, at the Mandalay Bay Events Center on August 16, 2014 in Las Vegas, Nevada

TOP 20 ONE TREE HILL SHIPS (as voted by my followers) ► 09. Brooke Davis and Haley James ”I wanted to make a toast to my amazing friend Brooke for throwing this party and for… saving my son’s life, because if she hadn’t risked hers to save Jamie, I would not be standing here, with all of you, happy. Brooke, there is a reason why you are Jamie’s godmother. And I’m thankful every day that you are. So, here’s to my best friend, Brooke Davis. There is no one else to whom I would trust my child more.”

"I wish the world was just me and you." ”then it is.”

Did you ever figure out your porn star name? 

What are you talking about?

I gave you my heart. That’s all that I can give. And if that’s not enough for you, then I’m not enough for you. 

Happy Birthday Judy Garland! (June 10, 1922 - June 22, 1969)

She was the most loyal person and the greatest entertainer in the world. And the first thing you think of is the great warmth of Judy, the great, giving, little person that she was. Her heart was bigger than all of her put together. She was just one big heart.

-June Allyson

Dylan Hamilton arrived with his step father to the nursing apartments with a heavy heart for the step-sister he never really knew. The young man watched the older one walk into his daughters room, kneel by her made bed and cry his heart out. He watched as he began taking everything from her bed and putting in the trunks along with his mother. Stopping every now and then to look at her things with adoration.  She was pretty - from what he could tell. Not only by description but by the picture frames next to her bed. There was one with a boy he recognized; having seen him in the newspapers and proclaimed as dead. Her arms were around his waist and she was laughing while he smiled at the camera. The other were with 2 other girls and herself in the middle - the way they were arranged resembling steps, one bigger than the other. There were tons of pictures, pictures from New York with a girl with darker shaded hair next to her. She looked much younger in that one than the previous ones; and as he kept looking through the frames, he realized how much of a neat freak this girl was. All frames somehow fitting in one night stand perfectly.  Dylan smiled as he kept looking, already being able to tell that she was a happy girl and probably with a lot of love to give and given. "Pity" he said, mostly to himself. This girl was his new sister and he would never get to meet her, spend time with her or tick her off like a sibling would do. 

When his mother removed the covers out of the bed, Dylan watched plenty of envelopes fall to the floor. Each envelope having her name and the recipients name on them.  "James Walker," he read out loud. "Hey old man, ya know a James?" he questioned, out loud picking the rest of the envelopes up. "I believe that was her old fella. Broke my babys' heart that one. Didn't tell me but told her brother, " his step-father answered. Half of him wanted to read through them and the other half knew that whatever was in those letters wasn't for him to read. Once they were done, Dylan headed towards the outside, asking one of the nurses if they knew of a James Walker and being directed straight towards The Bull. Nodding and with a small wink, he walked away and headed straight towards the bar. "James Walker," the young man called out as he stepped in, "I - uhm - I got some stuffs for ya," handing the envelopes over, he also handed over the picture frames. "Maybe give'em to her friends or somethin'?" Dylan proposed. "We was just cleanin' out her stuff and well - I'm sure the old man gots tons of pictures of her and them."   The young soldier nodded, trying to get rid of the awkwardness now currently between them. Slightly raising his shoulders, he released a small sigh. "Ya take care now, alright?" 

Letter #1

Dear James, 

This might be silly of me and you might think me stupid for even writing to you. Heck, I think myself stupid for even grabbing a piece of paper and thinking of it but I miss you. God, how much I miss you and I know I shouldn't because I should hate you, especially for the way you broke things off with me but I don't. I could never hate anyone - not even you. In fact, I find myself loving you even more. See, James, I thought we were happy and hell did I even think we were going to be together always. Of course, like always, I was wrong.  Maybe in another life? or another time? Or maybe these are silly girl feelings that I can't get rid of but boy did you leave a big mark in my life. 

Listen, I don't know whether you're thinking about me out there - probably not, but if you are, I want you to not. I want you to worry about yourself. I want you to come home safe even if it's not to me and most of all I want you to be happy. So please come back home so you can be happy, yeah? So some girl can make you happy.. even if it's not me. Rosie and Lexie would kill me if they knew I was writing this. Bobby would probably try and take all pen and paper away but I needed to write this because I needed you to know that I don't hate you, no matter what I said that day and I can never hate you because I love you and I probably always will. That's the sad part, ain't it? 

Please come back home. Please be safe.  Please don't ever tell my friends I wrote this. 

Allie 

You’re on the other side As the skyline splits in two Miles away from seeing you But I can see the stars from America I wonder, do you see them too?