Becca

Becca

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About Me

I'm 20-years-old, red-head-sorta. Living in North Platte, NE with my parents right now, but I am originally from Fort Worth, TX. I miss home. My boyfriend is pretty cool. Writing is boss, and zines are even better. I only have one tattoo, sadly. I want and need more. I also wanna get my nose pierced.


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Posted 10 Years Ago


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Posted 11 Years Ago


Hello Pictures, Images and Photos

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Posted 11 Years Ago


Awesome... how's that gonna work out? I wish you luck on achieving that though! Texas misses thee.

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Posted 11 Years Ago


Yea.. Ive been checking up on the place, but not on. Im busy on vacation.

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Posted 11 Years Ago


What's up, what's up?

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Posted 11 Years Ago


The Path to Home

THERE'S the mother at the doorway, and the children at the gate,
And the little parlor windows with the curtains white and straight.
There are shaggy asters blooming in the bed that lines the fence,
And the simplest of the blossoms seems of mighty consequence.
Oh, there isn't any mansion underneath God's starry dome
That can rest a weary pilgrim like the little place called home.

Men have sought for gold and silver; men have dreamed at night of fame;
In the heat of youth they've struggled for achievement's honored name;
But the selfish crowns are tinsel, and their shining jewels paste,
And the wine of pomp and glory soon grows bitter to the taste.
For there's never any laughter howsoever far you roam,
Like the laughter of the loved ones in the happiness of home.

Edgar Guest

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Posted 11 Years Ago


I see you're on here as often as I am. Awesome. We need to get more of us....