Poster: The Dead Girls Club.

[emilyremains.livejournal.com]

This poster is hanging in every girls' restroom at Hogwarts. Underneath it is an extra piece of parchment and a floating quill.

Comments

[waste-lock.livejournal.com]

If you really want to qualify, I can help you out there.

[hafta-dance.livejournal.com]

You can make me spookier than I already am? Maybe he has a black turtle!? I knew you understood me when I first laid my eyes on you. Look at my eyes, my contact lenses makes my iris black. I am so cool.

[waste-lock.livejournal.com]

You know, you can really get that deep, shadowed look by DIGGING YOUR WORTHLESS EYEBALLS OUT OF THEIR SOCKETS. Put out that fucking clove on them first.

[hafta-dance.livejournal.com]

Have you tried it? Wow, your pain is so real. I totally empathize with you. You are so cool! I love your hair, and the skinny look works for you. Don't you just hate fat people. Pain is all I know, and you cause pain. We should hang.

[waste-lock.livejournal.com]

Pain is not a fashion accessory, you shallow fucking bitch.

[hafta-dance.livejournal.com]

Oh no! You are so right. It is a learning experience, taking me further away from this uncaring society and leaving me in the solitude of my own dark knowledge. I'm so glad you understand! Yes! Let's fucking curse at the world. SLINGS AND ARROWS WORLD OF SHALLOW BITCHES.

[waste-lock.livejournal.com]

GodDAMN...

You should be fucking THANKING EVERY STAR IN THE SKY for just how ignorant you really are.

[hafta-dance.livejournal.com]

*Flips out handy black notebook with totally awesome band stickers on the front and reads out loud as she writes*
Dear Diary

Today I learnt something interesting, and something good. I am not alone in my suffering and I have made a very cool friend who totally understands me. He is cool and skinny and has blue hair. A bit of eyeliner here and there and he would be a total scene king. I bet on myspace he would have lots of picture comments and everyone would want his hair. He is cool. I wonder if he smokes cloves too, I should offer him one. *offers one* Anyway, in my sharing of the dark hell that was my day I was told to thank every star in the sky for being ignorant. Thank you stars for being ignorant. I do not understand this, as I wish the stars would stop being so ignorant and shine a little light into my life and light up the dark pit of darkness. A little less light in the Sparklypoo common room would be nice though. The stars are so stupid and do not understand me, not even where to shine their light properly. Nny is right, they are ignorant. Did I mention how cool he was?

[waste-lock.livejournal.com]

If you're oh-so-the-fuck-alone, why don't you go be it by YOURSELF?

[hafta-dance.livejournal.com]

You so understand my solitude. You're right, I should dwell in my own loneliness. I just don't want to back to hell... The pain there is like nothing on earth. It's warm and fluffy. GOD IT BURNS!

[waste-lock.livejournal.com]

What do YOU know about Hell???? You think you know? You think you understand? Did you bring bagels?

[hafta-dance.livejournal.com]

No, but there are lots of sparkly pink things and ponies and cheerleaders. Maybe there is rainbow covered bagels. OH GOD I DIDN'T THINK OF IT!

[waste-lock.livejournal.com]

...that doesn't sound like the part of Hell I saw.

[hafta-dance.livejournal.com]

It must be the deepest, darkest circle of hell.

[waste-lock.livejournal.com]

If there are cheerleaders, I might have to agree with you.