I am obsoluteloy obsessed with the Twilight Saga. Edward, Bella, Jacob, Nessie, Carlisle, Esme, Emmett, Rosalie, Alice, Jasper, Tanya, Kate, Irina, Charlie, Renee, Seth, Leah, Sam, Emily, Quil, Jared, Claire, Kim, Embry, Colin. Even Aro, Marcus and Caius, Jane, Alec, Renitia, Felix, Demetri, James, Victoria, Laurent... I could go on... Im so obsessed I edited a pic of myself to make me look like a Cullen xD I would also sell my soul to the devil for Twilight to be real and that I was a Cullen. I'd take the pain Happily.
Mad eh? lol
Yes.
Alice should be first.
>.>
man. it's worse for me, I'm a guy. xD
No-one gets remembered for the things they didn't do
I really, really enjoyed my maths and english GCSE exams when I done them this time last year :P
And my Art exam. My textiles exam was pretty sweet too.
I think I like the silence without being alone-ness of exams more than anything. There's nothing nicer than enjoying someone's company without having to have any noise whatsoever.
Now I'll play your ghost as my ace, whenever I'm led astray.
But I am actually good, can't help it if we're tilted.
I'm in my right place, don't be a downer.
It didn't matter in the end how old they had been, or that they were girls,
but only that we had loved them and that they hadn't heard us calling,
still do not hear us calling them from out of those rooms where they went to be alone for all time,
and where we will never find the pieces to put them back together.
Location: In a glass vial in the pocket of a beautiful mind.
I am currently:
My shoulders hurt x.x
rhap·so·dy - an ecstatic expression of feeling or enthusiasm. ♫
"Sacrifice is the most you can love someone." ♥
“Love was at best an excuse for stupidity, at worst a destructive, dangerous emotion that drove men to acts of annihilation which defied logic. It was a twisted, insidious sentiment used to justify everything from spoiling a child to destroying entire civilizations.”
"They say time heals all wounds. I don't agree. The wounds remain. In time, the mind, protecting its sanity, covers them with scar tissue and the pain lessons, but it is never gone." - Rose Kennedy
I may only seem to be a drunken,
vice-ridden gnome whose friends are just pimps and girls from the brothels.
But I know about art and love,
if only because I long for it with every fiber of my being.
