My name is Grace and I am all-out emo.I am 4'10 with long white hair
(just recently had it colored). I wear lots of eye make up (eyeliner
and mascara).I smoke and drink, but I am not adicted.My fave bans are
Fall Out Boy,Green Day,Lincoln Park,Falling Up,Fireflight,and Panic At
The Disco.My fave colors are hot pink,black,and lime green.My fave
hobbies are reading,writing,dancing,singing,texting (lol), and
chillin with my galpals.Well thats about sums it up.If you want to
knowanything else,message me.Tootles!!




This is the wonderful me:

with white hair...





Yay for pink Highlights!:


JUST GOT A TATTOO!!!!!!


my sis...










my emo girl Chandler



my emo friend Whitney







My emo friend Kyle




Taylor and Shawn: My emo brother and his g/f






this is pretty sad 
This is a
true story. A girl died in 1933. A guy buried her in
the ground when she was still alive. The murderer chanted, "Toma
sota
balcu" as he buried her. Now that you have read the chant, you will
meet this little girl. In the middle of the night she will be on
your
ceiling. She will suffocate you like she was suffocated. If you post
this in your profile, she will not bother you. Your kindness will be
rewarded.




OK,would someone please tell me whats going on???I wake up in the
hospital and when I go home I see a message on my computer from a guy
named Christian.Ok well he claims that we go out and that he likes me
but I dont know who the hell he is...so if I could get some answers
I'd appriciate it! Thanxxx =D


I love this song.


Lyrix:
"The Voice"

I hear your voice on the wind
And I hear you call out my name

"Listen, my child," you say to me
"I am the voice of your history
Be not afraid, come follow me
Answer my call, and I'll set you free"

I am the voice in the wind and the pouring rain
I am the voice of your hunger and pain
I am the voice that always is calling you
I am the voice, I will remain

I am the voice in the fields when the summer's gone
The dance of the leaves when the autumn winds blow
Ne'er do I sleep thoughout all the cold winter long
I am the force that in springtime will grow

I am the voice of the past that will always be
Filled with my sorrow and blood in my fields
I am the voice of the future, bring me your peace
Bring me your peace, and my wounds, they will heal

I am the voice in the wind and the pouring rain
I am the voice of your hunger and pain
I am the voice that always is calling you
I am the voice

I am the voice of the past that will always be
I am the voice of your hunger and pain
I am the voice of the future
I am the voice, I am the voice
I am the voice, I am the voice