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

Report | 05/27/2016 7:22 pm

Mao Mewrilah

Hey, hun! Just popping in to say hello.
Tis been a while since we last talked.
How are you? Are you having a good weekend?

(Bangin' tunes, btw. I have to look into these guys.)
LDlovelylady

Report | 03/26/2015 5:36 pm

LDlovelylady

aw thanks
LDlovelylady

Report | 03/26/2015 5:06 pm

LDlovelylady

how are you
LDlovelylady

Report | 02/13/2015 7:37 pm

LDlovelylady

happy v-day
Alirio Cervantes

Report | 07/18/2014 3:03 pm

Alirio Cervantes

Oh nice, congrats on e-success. Hahah.
I've been doing well. Super bored without my college classes, though. I should have taken some silly, unnecessary summer class to pass the time. XD
Alirio Cervantes

Report | 07/09/2014 7:41 pm

Alirio Cervantes

YO *****, I HAVEN'T HEARD FROM YOU IN A LONG TIME, WHAT UUUUUUP?!
Alirio Cervantes

Report | 07/01/2014 10:58 am

Alirio Cervantes

Boo.
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
Veonne

Report | 10/05/2013 3:22 pm

Veonne

You're cute.

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If the boy who draws
lets you look over his shoulder.
If the poet
smiles
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