am I weird?... I don't speak french....
its just such a medolodic language *sigh*
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InsanityInsanity runs through my family, Like the blood which runs through our veins. Insanity runs through my family, But really, we’re all very sane.Insanity
by ~seanfhocal
Confessions - of SiennaMy name is Sienna. Burnt Sienna This name suits me very well. I am Italian, I suppose. I lived under the ground. I am burnt.Confessions - of Sienna
I am an artist. I am a demon of fire. I am in love. ... I hate myself for that.
I'm in love with a human It's... disgusting. It's wrong.
I mean, I'm a fire demon. He's 75% water! This whole situation is soooooooo warped.
I gave up my right to be a human hundreds of years before he was born. For so many, many years I killed to live, I lived to kill.
I became inhuman, I hated humans. &nb
by ~seanfhocal
rosesJess sat under the willow tree, her back against the thick trunk.roses
Her red hair hid her face as she absent-mindedly tore the petals off a rose. It was freezing cold and there was frost on the grass, not that she noticed. Matt had given it to her yesterday, “valentines” he had said “only comes once a year, so, celebrate!” She bit her lip at the memory, why did everything have to be so complicated?
She started tearing at the flower with renewed ferocity.
‘Jeez, jess, what the hell did it do to you?’ a joking voice asked from behind her. She turned to face the pale s
by ~seanfhocal
uhh... An Inconvenient Crush..James and Gray were lying side by side on the grass in the large gardens of their home, the tips of their figers touching; arms and legs limp on the grass, making the most of the sunshine. Jess would have been welcome to join them, but she claimed that the sun dried out her skin, so decided to sit it out.uhh... An Inconvenient Crush..
They were playing a game. The rules were simple, someone said the title of a song, they took turns saying the lyrics, whoever didn't know the next words lost, and the other one got to start the next song. They had created the game themselves; it sprung from their mutual love of music.
James had his
by ~seanfhocal
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Opposites AttractThere once was this girl with stars in her eyes and moonbeams in her fingertips. She was a dreamer, and her head was always up in the clouds. She wrote pretty little words on pretty little paper with her pretty little pen. She spoke of silly nonsense, like magical lands and fairytales and freedom and justice for all. She believed, above all else, in love, and she knew one day, Prince Charming would come along and steal her away.Opposites Attract
There once was this boy with tears in his eyes and hatred in his smile. He was a fighter, and his fists were always caught in a brawl. He wrote angry little songs inside his angry little head and played t
by *Ang3lsDrumSticks
not monday.he shaved his head on tuesday.not monday.
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her head was pounding but she held her breath. she held it in and held it in, she bit her tongue and pushed her caught breath at her barrier of teeth smashed together. god, her head was killing her and she was so dizzy and her lungs were beginning to ignite. she needed to breath, needed.
but there was an instant when where she opened her lips, she couldn't breathe. her throat held shut, unsure of what to do when her body screamed for oxygen but her mind told her no, you should die. her body always won. it was all about
by ~RoseShadow975
confessional+ and you know, at first the silence isn't so bad. justconfessional
bare. footsteps muffled in denial. it's almost easy to believe there is a reason for her to leave; it's probably quite
simple. not enough love, or maybe too much. a thousand miles from the tide
and it's laundry day, wet sheets heavy and unmanageable, flapping like waves. she says,
I don't foresee
myself getting drowsy, not when it's keeping me awake. &
by ~Rhapsodomancy
hearts don't have hearts.the boy was an acid trip on legs.hearts don't have hearts.
he was the one who'd curl his arms around your waist and sing his laugh, the one who sat on sidewalk vents handing out his heart to pedestrians. through his eyes, the only thing that cut the world in half was the difference between those who could handle a heart with care, and those who couldn't.
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i was the girl who thought a smile could shade my scars, the one with the eyes that never heard her lips. i met him busking at the train station and he handed me a piece of paper.
it said, this is my heart.
i've taken it from its rightful plac
by ~ocd-arsonist
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- Current Residence: in ireland cant tell ya eny more :P
- Interests: drawing, reading, writing, music, waking
- Favourite movie: blood and chocolate, titanic [i love the end], everything else
- Favourite band or musician: i tried to list them and gave up after 56
- Favourite genre of music: i dont have all day, i love them all
- Favourite artist: see above
- Favourite poet or writer: jk rowling, owen colfer, cathy cassidy, meg cabot- god this box i s too small to list them
- Favourite photographer: i cant list them all in this box
- Favourite style of art: see above
- Operating System: i dont have one. im no doctor :P
- MP3 player of choice: i dont know what my one is called, but i want an i-phone
- Shell of choice: i dont speak american, i dont know what that is
- Wallpaper of choice: dont have one
- Skin of choice: dont have one
- Favourite game: your making me seem silly, i DONT have one already!
- Favourite gaming platform: i dont know what that is
- Favourite cartoon character: i cant list them all, too many :(
- Personal Quote: The man who has no imagination has no wings-and about a hundred others
- Tools of the Trade: ?!?!?!?!
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i a m a l l fucked u p w i t h n o o n e t o love .
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ok. first the name. it means proverb in Irish. say it with me; Shan-u-cal
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I believe everyone is equal, except those who don't think that eveyone is equal. They are beneath us.
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Sometimes you just have to jump into the pool without your floaties on.
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ok. first the name. it means proverb in Irish. say it with me; Shan-u-cal
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I believe everyone is equal, except those who don't think that eveyone is equal. They are beneath us.
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Sometimes you just have to jump into the pool without your floaties on.
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Keskai: Hana why are you so small?
Hanatarou: I'm not so small, your just really tall.
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Hiruma:YA-HA!
Junn:Can't you think up a different catchphrase?
Hiruma:...... YA-HA!>8D
Junn:......FAIL!
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ok. first the name. it means proverb in Irish. say it with me; Shan-u-cal
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I believe everyone is equal, except those who don't think that eveyone is equal. They are beneath us.
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Sometimes you just have to jump into the pool without your floaties on.
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Keskai: Hana why are you so small?
Hanatarou: I'm not so small, your just really tall.
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Hiruma:YA-HA!
Junn:Can't you think up a different catchphrase?
Hiruma:...... YA-HA!>8D
Junn:......FAIL!
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looking at drawingdogproduction's gallery is not for everybody. it might cause explosion from awesomeness.
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ok. first the name. it means proverb in Irish. say it with me; Shan-u-cal
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I believe everyone is equal, except those who don't think that eveyone is equal. They are beneath us.
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oh, wait, you thought i was going to make SENSE??? Pff, as if
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Take these broken wings and learn to fly...
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