~S.


RoryRory is playing the bassoon Looking over her large, aquiline nose At the score in front of her, Pale lips pursed As she plays. She is Nervous and wonders If she will mess up, Where, And how badly becauseRory
She hasn’t practiced.
She was busy organizing a Protest for gay rights and Didn’t have time To even touch the music.
She is an Activist, But doesn’t look like one. Tall, slim, Chinese, Thin black hair to her Chin and while she isn’t Pretty, she is Dainty in a
Butterfly sort


RequiemMy darling,Requiem
I never told your secret. Not once. Not during, and not after. It’s safe with me. That’s all you need to know.
I know you. I walked with you once, upon many many dreams. But you are no prince charming, my sweet illusion. I know. You fear the mortality of a promise.
Did I ever tell you that I thought about you Every time it rained? I saw spirit there, In each luminous, earth-bound raindrop.
But I no longer desire To see those eyes that see me, And deny it completely. I exist, you fiend. Or have you
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I say "HEY" and you say "YOU" and I say "Go visit [link]"
^_^
(I just got the screenname off liffy...)
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Always a bridesmaid. Never a victim a violent sexual assault by sea borne amputees.
It's me, Madeleine!
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Go Lust for Freelance! - [link]
Go Hidden Cake Magic! - [link]
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"Loud? Of course I'm loud! I'd be insulted if you didn't think so!"
~K. Stiles
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Go Lust for Freelance! - [link]
Go Hidden Cake Magic! - [link]
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"Loud? Of course I'm loud! I'd be insulted if you didn't think so!"
~K. Stiles
Wow. That was a late reply on my part.
Hm.
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"Loud? Of course I'm loud! I'd be insulted if you didn't think so!"
~K. Stiles
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