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About Me Member Romantic Writer exxentaFemale/United States Recent Activity Deviant for 2 Years
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My sun, my moon and my stars

Mon Oct 13, 2008, 8:19 PM
  • Mood: Adoration
  • Listening to: chirping outside
  • Reading: Wuthering Heights
  • Drinking: water
I fall asleep in peace. My heart is at ease. Good night my love. You'll see just how fast tomorrow will come and we shall meet again.

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  • Current Residence: wherever the wind blows
  • Interests: living, breathing, writing, listening (to the sounds of life), reckless driving
  • Favourite movie: Blood and Chocolate
  • Favourite band or musician: The Spill Canvas
  • Favourite genre of music: D'n'B, electronica, club house, trance
  • Favourite style of art: Traditional photography, human photography
  • MP3 player of choice: Sansa
  • Favourite game: Hide and Seek
  • Personal Quote: Don't be sad because it's over, be happy because it happened.

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:icontaty1410:
ohhh!!
really thank you 4 the :+fav:
^^
you are welcome in my gallery
:iconimhappyplz:

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:gummybear::love: If the love doesnt hurt, it means that it isnt a true love :(:gummybear:
:icongalvanizationx:
Wonderful gallery you have there!!

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-You challenge me to a fight against the videogame show me your skills as a worthy opponent!!
:iconexxenta:
thank you =]

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He looked at this beautiful girl, breath-taken. Behind her sun glasses a pair of blue eyes cried. He rocked her back and forth all night until she fell asleep. In the morning she left a note and hurried out to her limousine.
:icona-r-glasgow:
Thank you.

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Thus does the necessary angel of the poetic, arrive to save the angel of history, from dying of melancholy in a suffocating world of ruins.
:icontwilightxmoon:
thanks for the :+fav: on [link]

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When the sun goes down
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:icona-r-glasgow:
Thank you so much for all the favourites and the support.

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Thus does the necessary angel of the poetic, arrive to save the angel of history, from dying of melancholy in a suffocating world of ruins.
:iconexxenta:
You're always welcome! ♥

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He looked at this beautiful girl, breath-taken. Behind her sun glasses a pair of blue eyes cried. He rocked her back and forth all night until she fell asleep. In the morning she left a note and hurried out to her limousine.
:iconsarahbearaxx:
Love your picture! thanks for the +fav:)

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