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Mrs_Badcrumble
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Location: Valencia, Spain
Birthday: 3/18/1988
Gender: Female
Interests: Everything including but not limited to: music (all types, yes even a little bit of country.), dance, visual art, movies, poetry, short stories and fan fiction, and pretty things.
Expertise: being me. what else is there to say? nothing that's what. oh, and not capitalizing my sentences.
Occupation: Artist
Industry: Art
Message: message me
AIM:  Indieannajones7
Member Since:
6/17/2005
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| Nowadays I am finding it harder and harder to speak up for myself. Things I want to say are running into a glass door over and over and over again. Sometimes one or two thoughts will have enough gusto to open the door and walk through regardless of humiliation or rejection or uncertainty or even praise. Sadly though, most of them simply keep colliding into that darned door. I've always been softspoken and 'reserved'....Reserved. I can't stand that word. It seems so boring, so square, so uninteresting. I don't like to think of myself as quiet. I rarely know a truly silent moment, waking or sleeping. My head is constantly whispering little thoughts or playing music softly in the background, and sometimes, when no one is watching I'll dance to it. Like a crazy person. Just dancing and dancing until the music fades into something rather difficult to dance to. Or until I see something shiny, whichever comes first. | | |
| I'll find a way to see you again
I'll find a way to see you again
I used to think that anything I'd do
Wouldn't matter at all anyway
But now I find that when it comes to you
I'm the winner of cards I can't play
Wait for me, wait for me
Darling, I need you desperately, desperately here
And I'll find a way to see you again
And I'll find a way to see you again
The rain is like an orchestra to me
Little gifts from above meant to say
Girl, you falling at his feet
Isn't lovely or stunning today
Wait with me, wait with me
I'm alive when you're here with me, here with me, stay
And I'll find a way to see you again
And I'll find a way to see you again
Why do the street lamps die
When you're passing by
Like a hand that won't stay on my shoulder tonight
If you held me close, would you laugh it away
Would you dare the glance that I steal to stay
And I'll find a way to see you again
Yes, I'll find a way to see you again
I'll find a way, a way, a way to see you again
I'll find a way, a way, a way to see you again
I'll find a way, a way, a way to see you again
The rain will bring, the rain will bring, the rain will bring, bring, bring me down
The rain will bring, the rain will bring, the rain will bring, bring, bring me down
The rain will bring, the rain will bring, the rain will bring, bring, bring me down.
--"I'll Find A Way"
Rachael Yamagata
Dude, Rachael Yamagata is an absolute genius. (And don't you forget it.) | | |
| The game was amazing! Even though we lost, I'm still SO proud of our boys for playing such a great game. Besides, since we lost this one, we'll more than likely win the Championship, which is what everyone really cares about anyway! I'm exhausted and my throat is killing me, so I'm going to finish homework (AP english is EVIL!), drink some hot tea (yummy!), and go to beddy-bye (heck yes, I am.) Comment if you are moved to do so. :) | | |
| Oh my oh my oh my. Life life life. <-- what's with that? Life has been soooo exhausting lately. And....that's all I have to say for right now, because my brain has been wiped of all creativity and niceness etc. Wow am I wiped. So how has everyone else been? Better? Worse? The Same (how original)? Tell me! | | |
| Happiness is....
.:Dancing in the rain at 12:30 in the middle of the street without a single care in the world:.
It's the stuff dreams are made of.
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