| I'm a walking contradiction, a disaster, to put it nicely. I'm pretty fucking amazing though, but I honestly don't think so. I'm a very intelligent girl, I do act like such a fucking dumbass. Well I really I don't know what the hell I'm doing, I still stay determined to keep doing it. It's really just the thought that counts, doesn't mean that putting it to action won't be appreciated. It's just that I procrastinate like no other. The nonsense makes more sense than anything else It's the small things, the little details. Those matter more than anything, though it seems we are way too busy to realize. They are the sounds, the quiet voices everywhere nothing more than whispers echoing through the air. Do I make sense? Oh well, I'd like to think so. |
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- Favourite band or musician: Maynard James Keenan
- Favourite genre of music: I listen to anything that isn't shitty.
- Favourite poet or writer: Edgar Allan Poe, Henry David Thoreau
- Favourite style of art: Provocative & Grotesque. I love obscenity.
- Operating System: Windows XP Media Center Edition
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- Favourite gaming platform: Xbox 360
- Favourite cartoon character: Snoopy
- Personal Quote: "You're born, you live, you fuck, & then you die... that's life"
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And the hummingbirds beat their wings around your face, blowing back your hair, drawing you to my embrace <3
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And the hummingbirds beat their wings around your face, blowing back your hair, drawing you to my embrace <3
I'm sooo bored, Ilya is in Canada so I have nothing to do
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And the hummingbirds beat their wings around your face, blowing back your hair, drawing you to my embrace <3
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And the hummingbirds beat their wings around your face, blowing back your hair, drawing you to my embrace <3
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And the hummingbirds beat their wings around your face, blowing back your hair, drawing you to my embrace <3
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