Mosh pits, all things not emo, having late night conversations about absolutely nothing with my friends, laughing until I cry, being totally stupid, concerts concerts concerts, laying on the beach, going skinny dippin in the ocean, being the life of the party (along with my friends), meeting new friends and keeping my old ones, Charleston, road trips, football games, being the girl that always knows the way to places, big parties, late nights with my girls, attempting to surf, being a speedy soccer player, people that can make me laugh, dancing in the rain, waterfalls, sunsets on the beach, my rainy, chocolate, randomness, living in the spur of the moment, my beloved horses
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Music is an essential part of life, without it your just going thru the motions....at least this way we get to have fun and dance our way thru. I like weird stuff........AND THIS YEAR IS GOING TO FUCKING ROCK!!! I'm glad I live where I can go to multiple shows within 5 hour drives...its going to be fucking awesome year!!! If you cant tell I'm excited (if only you had as many cool things to go to as me, you would be too!!!!!)
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MINDLESS SELF INDULGENCE
NINE INCH NAILS
RAMMSTEIN
MARILYN MANSON
TUBRING
STARLIT
TOOL
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As virtuous men pass mildly away,
And whisper to their souls to go,
Whilst some of their sad friends do say
The breath goes now, and some say, No;
So let us melt, and make no noise,
No tear-floods, nor sigh-tempests move;
'Twere profanation of our joys
To tell the laity our love.
Moving of th' earth brings harms and fears,
Men reckon what it did and meant;
But trepidation of the spheres,
Though greater far, is innocent.
Bull sublunary lover' love
(Whose soul is sense) cannot admit
Absence, because it doth remove
Those things which elemented it.
But we, by a love so much refined
That ours selves know what it is,
Inter-assured of the mind,
Care less, eyes, lips, and hands to miss.
Our two souls therefore, which are one,
Though I must go, endure not yet
A breach, but an expansion,
Like gold to airy thinness beat.
If they be two, they are two so
As stiff compasses are two;
Thy soul, the fixed foot, makes no show
To move, but doth, if th' other do.
And htough it in the center sit,
Yet when the other far doth roam,
It leans and hearkens after it,
And grows erect, as that comes home.
Such wilt thout be to me, who must,
Like th' other foot obliquely run;
Thy firmness makes my circle just,
And makes me end where I begun.
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments; love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O, no, it is an ever-fixed mark,
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wand'ring bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his highth be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come;
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.