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About Me

Dodododoo!! Is the best word ever <3 I picked it up of the jersey girl. I have got some amazing friends which then we have the amazing memories. Its all comes and goes but you live with the thoughts forever.xxx Read this if you must: I could live under the starry skies forever. long phone calls~Dreaming~art Heres some genral bibble babble. I could watch movies till I die.[ <3 ] kisses in the rain. [Witchcraft] [photography] [the colour purple] [lip balm] [chocolate ] walking in the snow while catching snow flakes on my tongue. Ice cream from serendipity...x my black book where I keep my secrets <3 gypsies, America, incense, smells, [lover] [ice skating in nyc] [spells] [bubble baths] [boxies] scars [haribo golden bears Chocolate buttons ] rainbows sunsets midnight Wales castle [New York] laces milkshakes~ Jess shes my star i love her lots piercings (lips sexy) glow sticks candy floss horrors films eyeliner lovebites off her black and white photography holding hands poking especially nikki hehe and a few others people hehe!!~ [old emo] [memories] [cuddles] [candles] [tongues] [voodoo] [fairies] [pancakes] [cutness] [the moonlight rhythem of the ocean at night] [sleeping] [guitars] [gigs] [mischief] [long drives] [empty night streets] [strawberries] the old quiggins [L word] [thinking] [falling asleep in the arms of who you love.] Cereal my randomness~acting stupid the theatre secrets and the songs that remind me of are memories. If the people we love are stolen from us, the way to have them live on is to never stop loving them. Buildings burn, people die, but real love is forever. ....

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

I want to live in charmed-DREAMER- Drew barrymore | |hollywood|| ....She's a street light, in the evening rain An empty seat, on the rush hour train She's a polaroid, lying on the street She's the lover I, may never meetAnd every night I breathe her in, feel her sink into my skin Still I feel, that I am envious and obvious and desperate for your love I am shattered by and criticised and still I crave your touch And I know the time, you're killing is mine But I, I don't mind.She's a phone call, in the dead of night A stranger's voice, I recognise She's a radio, playing in the dark She's the name you'll find Written on my heartAnd every night I breathe her in, feel her sink into my skin Still I feel, that I am envious and obvious and desperate for your love I am shattered by and criticized and still I crave your touch And I know the time, you're killing is mine But I, I don't mind. I don't mind, I don't mind x..!

My Blog

Empty streets..

Empty streets& I can keep a story under my skin until I knew the lines that cover a couple of page would hold in place every vowel and letter. It makes sense when the pencil touches the paper. It...
Posted by on Mon, 27 Apr 2009 05:43:00 GMT

There just for two.xxx

There just for two& It may never be what you think & sometimes what you touch is when it starts. Do you want me to name the second or the place...? it started when the door pressed in to my bac...
Posted by on Mon, 27 Apr 2009 05:42:00 GMT

The first. . .

The first. . . My fingers jotted under the table as I and my nervous heart was thinking of what will come next. All I needed was you to reach inside of me and leave me notes and passion so I can...
Posted by on Mon, 27 Apr 2009 05:38:00 GMT

The[ heartbeats] sleep for now

We all never know when it could start or when it could end. It just is. . . & it goes a little something like this. My feet take three steps forward but then three steps to the left, my stomach starts...
Posted by on Tue, 06 Jan 2009 04:26:00 GMT

Fingertips can count them...

I fill my own glass, it could have been tonight or last week & sometimes its just those spare seconds when i don't remember what to do. shaking pages, stains of ink and a few bite marks across my hand...
Posted by on Tue, 06 Jan 2009 04:20:00 GMT

Left means love

& still the streets they call our names have you ever heard of something so insane? They call our names. I know tonight as im walking through the streets we have only found together. it can't get any ...
Posted by on Sat, 15 Nov 2008 05:11:00 GMT

So much

A crescendo of passion is all i can see feel, hear from beginning to end my inner thoughts and for most of the time I'm still feeling it all over my body. It's a rush of butterflies when i lay my head...
Posted by on Sat, 15 Nov 2008 04:15:00 GMT

In the city

The instrumental cords began to swallow my heart and body back to the start again to the place where shadows stars and the midnight rain gather to light up where my soul goes to breathe sometimes. It'...
Posted by on Sat, 15 Nov 2008 04:14:00 GMT

A possibility. . .

Could you miss a moment away when it hasn't even arrived? I have already begun to miss beats that are not even beating. So what is this? I just crave for every second I don't have with her. I just wan...
Posted by on Sat, 15 Nov 2008 04:13:00 GMT

Starry soul

I have a strange killing desire building up within this crush. This girl is whispering secrets in the rain telling me I'm in love again, but my dirty little tongue doesn't know her name. all I remembe...
Posted by on Sat, 15 Nov 2008 02:09:00 GMT