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Soot's EscapadesPitter-patter-pitter-patter. Soot quietly tapped on the window, the patter her finger, the pitter being the rain as it hit the window and the standing fae. Her tail flicking back and forth with crossed arms. An ominous clap of thunder caused the young faes ears to sleek back as she looked up to the sky, clouds covering every inch of blue that would have covered the atmosphere if it were a clear day.Soot's Escapades
God damn the rain. She swore softly, ice blue/sea foam green eyes quickly skimping back and forth as she waited for the brute to open the window. Her paws ran over her bare arms, wiping the extra water from the long
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![]() ![]() ![]() Oh girls these nights are dull I wish that I could spend them with you I'm looking at this wall Repeating "girl I love you" Just take your pick They're all the same These things that you are telling me Can't really show me how you feel I'm breaking down I'm falling down But now I'm breathing And now I am scared to move don't listen to a word I tell you Just take me by my hand And I swear I'll make this up to you So now you want me to fix everything But baby there's so much and so little time to Replace the things I've broken Ripped apart, and thrown away You can say that you don't miss me I think about you every day Oh come on girl There's so much to say So instead of kidding everybody How bout you try your tricks on me On me.So now you want me to fix everything But baby there's so much and so little time to Replace the things I've broken Ripped apart, and thrown away You can say that you don't miss me I think about you every day Oh... Oh, Do you know How this feels to see your face when I close my eyes Bet you know How it feels to be the only thing that matters now So now you want me to fix everything But baby there's so much and so little time to Replace the things I've broken Ripped apart, and thrown away You can say that you don't miss me I think about you every day So now you want me to fix everything But baby there's so much and so little time to Replace the things I've broken Ripped apart, and thrown away You can say that you don't miss me I think about you every day ![]() ![]() ![]() "As stars collide, dreams divide then shatter." ~ *a17 |
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Do you ever wake up narrating your dreams?
I've just realized I do this....
I had something else to day... but... somehow, after being too lazy for about seven hours to come say it, and we'll be generous and call it three hours of sleep, I forgot what it was....
-twists face thoughtfully as she shakes her head-
Fuck if I know now, damn.
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If it's what's pending, how could I say?
It is the irony of it's eternal properties that demand amusement, though, is only ever paid with by sorrow and despair.
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If it's what's pending, how could I say?
It is the irony of it's eternal properties that demand amusement, though, is only ever paid with by sorrow and despair.
Especially on such bluntly obvious evenings....
I guess I'll go find something to do with my sorry hide.
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If it's what's pending, how could I say?
It is the irony of it's eternal properties that demand amusement, though, is only ever paid with by sorrow and despair.
-Insert grumpily looking at camera Tarnish here-
-Insert 'Super freak' song here with 'Super beast, super sexy' lyrics'
-insert some form of Tarnish voice informing you how interesting a place to meet you in here-
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If it's what's pending, how could I say?
It is the irony of it's eternal properties that demand amusement, though, is only ever paid with by sorrow and despair.
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Music is like war,
It clashes and reverberates,
Through every soul.
Has a resounding sadness,
And an overwhelming joy.
People can hear it,
And some say they can feel it,
Even When,
Miles away. ~-~ Sin Saven
[link]
He's a sexy beast and you know it
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If it's what's pending, how could I say?
It is the irony of it's eternal properties that demand amusement, though, is only ever paid with by sorrow and despair.
There's always online, but you seem to not honestly give a piss online or in text, showing it more online then in text, anyways.
I suppose I'm just going to go brush my teeth and head to work now, since I don't know how long it takes me to get from here... to work.
Interesting, I should be on time though.
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If it's what's pending, how could I say?
It is the irony of it's eternal properties that demand amusement, though, is only ever paid with by sorrow and despair.
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If it's what's pending, how could I say?
It is the irony of it's eternal properties that demand amusement, though, is only ever paid with by sorrow and despair.
What babe?
The babe with the power!
What power?
Voodoo!
Whodo?
You do!
Do what!?
REMIND ME OF THE BABE!
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Music is like war,
It clashes and reverberates,
Through every soul.
Has a resounding sadness,
And an overwhelming joy.
People can hear it,
And some say they can feel it,
Even When,
Miles away. ~-~ Sin Saven
[link]
connecting all of
mankind.
no matter the differnces or gaps
music will conquer all. kinda the same thing right?
c;
--
Music is like war,
It clashes and reverberates,
Through every soul.
Has a resounding sadness,
And an overwhelming joy.
People can hear it,
And some say they can feel it,
Even When,
Miles away. ~-~ Sin Saven
[link]
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