Hello people of Gaia. I do not accept random friend requests.


Guys! I have an actual dream avatar!
AAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!! <3 Major love to my friend who helped me out so much to get this outfit. For years I've been saddened that Gaia didn't have the style to gaiafy my favorite homemade character, and now it does. Thank you, Jamie, for helping me visualize my creation through the medium of Gaia.

My guild

It's a Questioned Sanity in real life! O: Psst, I'm taken.
August 24, 2011 - Webcam photo


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The Mind

Mainly a record of my more interesting dreams that I was able to remember after waking up. (Apparently my uncontrollable confessions, as well. In the form of poetry. All to the same man.)



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Alirio Cervantes

Report | 12/08/2013 3:36 pm

Alirio Cervantes

Hahah, alrighty.

But, nice avatar. Ready for X-mas this soon? XD
Alirio Cervantes

Report | 11/22/2013 11:37 am

Alirio Cervantes

You are not online much now a days, huh? XD

Report | 10/05/2013 3:22 pm


You're cute.

Report | 02/27/2013 3:28 pm


>> I am absolutely positive your birthday was just this month, but fo heavens sake your wishlist appears to be outdated in some parts and I dont want to get your something you already got.
Alirio Cervantes

Report | 12/05/2012 12:42 am

Alirio Cervantes

... I'm falling asleep. XD

Report | 12/02/2012 12:22 pm


Hey There! emotion_bigheart
I just wanted to personally welcome you to It's A Girl Thing guild.
I sincerely hope you enjoy it and I want you to know that if you
ever need anything or have any questions, please don't hesitate
to contact me.

Have a lovely day.
Alirio Cervantes

Report | 11/18/2012 1:43 pm

Alirio Cervantes

How come? You can't sleep much?
Alirio Cervantes

Report | 11/15/2012 4:27 pm

Alirio Cervantes



My throat hurts.
Alirio Cervantes

Report | 11/14/2012 5:16 pm

Alirio Cervantes

Yes. I woooon't giiiiiveee uuuuuuup. -raises hands to the sky-


If the boy who draws
lets you look over his shoulder.
If the poet
and shows you her words.
If the girl who sings for the shower only,
hums a song
in front of you.

Know that you’re no longer a person
but the air
and dust
that fills their lungs.

When the world perishes,
and all things cease to exist,
you’ll remain inside an ink stain,
a paint brush,
a song.

— Alaska Gold