Really happy
Attraction
Her name is Sophie. Pretty..
Lonely Rain Girl I love riding in the car with my friends. Whether it's a road trip or just a little trip into town, I always enjoy it. Especially where I live, where the mountains rise in the distance, challenging the sky like mighty obelisks. It is fall, and the leaves are all their assorted colors. I love those colors, the burnt oranges, soft yellows, and deep reds. By the way, my name is Aidan Murphy, and I'm a Gemini. As if thats a proper greeting, it seems to be how everyone here introduces themselves. While I don't know how I feel about theLonely Rain Girl
A Personal SilioquyOh the fading memories, grasping at little snippets of the past,A Personal Silioquy
but they slip through my fingers like sand.
Some are cold like snow and some are as warm as fire.
Some dwindle, and some linger and sometimes i don't know
if i even WANT to remember them. Waking dreams and sleeping visions, they exist all the same, some haunting, some embracing. Dancing with me and around me, even if I pull away, the chains of memory bind me.
| Im different. I like dark and gothic things, but also happy things. I love metal and techno. I like concerts, I also like art, if you couldnt tell lol |
Send me your address so I can get your stuff mailed.
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I love life so full of Magic it is almost fantasy.
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Feeling is as vital as breathing. Without love, without anger, without sorrow, breath is just a clock ticking.
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Feeling is as vital as breathing. Without love, without anger, without sorrow, breath is just a clock ticking.
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VENI, VIDI, VICI, YOUR FACE!
(translation)
I came, I saw, I conquered, YOUR FACE!
*Random Comment* => just thought it would make you laugh
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"The government stole my meds because they were radioactive, I think they wanted to get high...again"
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Feeling is as vital as breathing. Without love, without anger, without sorrow, breath is just a clock ticking.
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"The government stole my meds because they were radioactive, I think they wanted to get high...again"
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Feeling is as vital as breathing. Without love, without anger, without sorrow, breath is just a clock ticking.
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