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March 15th, 2012


[info]sacredfeline
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nineteen.


[info]sacredfeline
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You know what I feel bad about sometimes? Folks who got their birthdays missed during, uh, fuzzy times. Does anyone care to do anything about that or am I gonna have to figure out something all on my lonesome?

Moving on, I'm not a friend of birds. Don't go and tell they are awesome because they aren't and neither is their shit. That jacket was Bebe and one of my favourite leather jackets. Seriously, we've got such a pest problem with these pigeon, ugh.

Also, while I search out for a third cat to adopt, I want to be the annoying one to say this: please adopt older pets. Yeah, even dogs. These guys don't often getting a loving home like the babies and all. Not if you have young children, though. I know they need the right kind of care. Just think about it.

[Filter: Sisters]

♥ Spend the weekend with meeee. Or just Saturday, idk. Whatever works!

[info]redhorse
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[info]redhorse
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[Filter: Death & Pestilence]

Death. Job details?

Pestilence. Nice job on the poisoning shit.



So we're all on the same fucking page: yes, I'm still pissed off at Famine for being a fucktard a few months ago.

[Filter: Lucifer]

Dude. Loserfer. Let's go set someone on fire.

[info]helel
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[info]helel
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[Filter: Private]

I know avoiding everything isn't going to make it go away, but my darling husband sometimes asks for too much. Love, trust, respect. Really? Really? Sometimes I feel he has no right to ask for that, not after...


Never wanted children anyway.

[Filter: Menelaus]

You know my cousin is
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twelve.

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[Filter: Lancelot]

Color me mortified. I'm really sorry. That... won't happen again.

[info]ganymeda
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[info]ganymeda
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the twelfth ♥


[info]ganymeda
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I wanted to say this earlier, but my excitement got in the way, I think. I got into NYU about a month ago.

[info]rundesirerun
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twenty-three.


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Beauty is something ever changing. They say someone has 'classic' looks or maybe someone's looks are narrowed down to their background. And then it's what attracts us. Beautiful bone structure, graceful movement. Perfect skin and pearly white teeth. That's typical. Perhaps some don't love a well-proportioned body, maybe they like someone more skin and bones. Maybe someone likes another more fleshy, something to really be able to touch without the fear of hurting them.

What is beauty to you? Is it a man with perfect broad shoulders and a bit of scruff on his face? A woman with an hourglass figure? Do you prefer someone more androgynous? Someone a certain age? A certain colouring? Or do you not even care and only want someone for what they have inside? That their true beauty lies in their nature and you're not at all superficial? I'd normally call bullshit on anyone who thinks looks don't matter even one percent but considering blind people have a sense of beauty of their own...well. You had better be nearly blind. Otherwise I will call bullshit.

That on the side, I'm going to indulge myself in doing a shoot again. My favourite photographer won't stop begging. And if anyone thinks my age could be a roadblock, then you don't know the power of my breasts of true beauty.

And my breasts.

Anyway, I need to leave Sophie with one of my lovely relations because she's developed quite a temper...again. I can't take her with me this weekend. Not Agravaine, until he's come down some throat-related issue that prevents him from swearing every few seconds. I do love you, my child, but you have a filthy tongue unsuitable for a child's ears.
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[info]reza
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[Her decisions were never the product of sporadic bursts of emotion. Daphne's feelings ran deep, constant with minor(major) fluctuations. Sometimes it made her sick, feeling the wave of anger suffocate her before she broke someone's neck. Killing was not the problem, someone in her profession shouldn't have issues with Death(deathdeathdeath).

She doesn't always contemplate things in-depth (or rather, never) and she prefers to swiftly(fleetingly) step from one moment to the next. Reza would insert a disclaimer here, her madness was probably just genetics(powerful, treacherous force) or perhaps the upbringing of a family with serious issues(lack of).

It has been a while since so many Blackwells were allocated in the same vicinity (she's just being smart really) the other shoe would eventually drop.]
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