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vanity will prevail,not god,not love

Alistair Nathy Daniel May Mirtica Sanda Ashley
add my private "Méfiez-vous des apparences Ça n'a aucun sens, méfiez-vous des apparences"
I don't want anything particular out of life, I want it all! Name is Sanda but you can call me whatever you want. Perfection is overrated but one's effort to achieve it never ceases to amaze me. Music is the center of my universe. Butterflies scare the hell of me for some reason. I appreciate the effort of trying to understand me but you will most probably fail to do so. I'm quite complicated and hard to handle. I don't appreciate drama and suicidal teens. I have a substantial number of holes in my face. Go right ahead and label me,judge me and talk shit about me but dont make your opinion my problem. I'm not gonna apologize for the way I look or the way I am. I can laugh but I'm not capable of being happy. I care a little bit too much about people in my life.
Placebo,Indochine,Muse,Iamx,chewing gums and accessoires are my ultimate addictions. I smoke,I drink and I rave.Deal with it.
No more broken hearts!
I try to talk to everyone, I don't have any stupid rules about how you should talk to me, it's ok to thank me for the add and just say hey but I can't promise I'll reply to everyone. Mostly cause I have no time, simply don't like you or you're under 18!
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there is this amazing short story by Alistair Canlin,you wont regret if you take your time to read it Never blonde enough my deviant artI do graphics but I don't have a lot of free time. If you want me to make you a layout my reference is optional, if you want me to make train graphics putting my name is mandatory. join yuwie for free
"A kind smile made her examine the mirror. The chemicals and potions, powders and gels had failed again, as she looked in the mirror it was different, but was it blonde enough?
Honey was scared when the final day came, when the smiles were no longer there. She reached into the back pocket of her skinny jeans, her fingers lingered on a crumpled bundle of notes, might not be enough to buy the dream, but it was a start. Her fingers also found a hard edge, something different.
She found herself looking at a photograph, a young girl stared back at her, wide smile, sparkling eyes. Somehow it reminded Honey of herself, before things had gone wrong and the world had turned bad.
The girl's smile was full of hope, the promise of different things; it almost lightened Honey's heart. She stuffed the picture back in her pocket, her stride felt full, her step light. She caught sight of her reflection in the window, something she'd thought she'd forgotten how to do, spread wide across her face, a smile for all the world to see.
The waves broke gently against the beach, the sky a perfect shade of blue, only broken by a flock of birds flying by in formation.A bus pulled up, its air brakes hissed, the sun reflected off its silver paintwork.People full of chatter piled off, red faces, fans and wide brimmed sun hats of indescribable shapes and sizes.
Then last of all she came, large sunglasses, powerful confidence and the most perfect blonde hair. She strode from the bus and looked out at the sea. A flicker of a smile as she lowered the large sunglasses revealing those unmistakable big green eyes."
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