WHAT THE FUCK.
Journal Entry: Mon Nov 26, 2007, 6:13 PM
- Mood:
Tired - Listening to: Parkway Drive, The Human Abstract, Atreyu
- Reading: Shit for school
- Watching: Prison Break
- Playing: Halo 3
- Eating: Nothing, it's almost 2 AM
- Drinking: See above.
WHAT THE FUCK. HOW ARE GARRY'S MOD AND HALO 3 SCREENSHOTS COPYRIGHT VIOLATIONS!??!?!?!?!?!?!??!
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for beauty is nothing but the beginning of terror we can just barely endure, and we admire it so because it calmly disdains to destroy us.
every angel is terrible.
-rilke
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for beauty is nothing but the beginning of terror we can just barely endure, and we admire it so because it calmly disdains to destroy us.
every angel is terrible.
-rilke
Salutz
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My lifestyle determines my deathstyle...
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my gallery | my site
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Be kinder than necessary, for everyone you meet is fighting some kind of battle.
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]-[ave Fun
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...belonging neither quite to the living nor entirely to the dead, he slowly faded, each moment a little less visible, less able to make himself heard above the world's noise, a kind of drowning in air.
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just keep telling me facts & keep making me smile.
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