More random babbleit was a good 4 weeks, i wish it woulda lasted longer, i met some awesome people, one in particular who introduced me to an awesome band and some awesome muse tracks
anyway more to come so keep an eye out
MeetingI sat in the room hearing the drone of the lecturors voice as he explained what we would have to achieve to be successful at university.Meeting
I'd been the quiet guy at the back of the room not making any great efforts to introduce myself or to make new freinds, so worried that people wouldn't like me I decided to keep to myself.
They were all good people, the loud laughter of cam and stina two more people would become my freind sometimes echoed through room, but still i couldn't work up the nerve to say hello
Later on that afternoon I was standing in the corridor waiting for the next lecture when she came thr
UnrequitedHe'd known her for many years and he had loved her ever since he had known her, but never did she see him as anything more than the good freind that he strived to be, he was there whenever she needed him, when she cried, when she needed help, he would drop anything for her, she was with another man, and he had decided along time ago that he had no right to stand in the way of her happiness, he enjoyed her freindship, she made him feel alive, constantly telling him that he was a good man and how much she valued him as a freind, but through all of this he was still just a freind nothing more Many years passed and they had remained fUnrequited
Content
I apprechiate it alot
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Live before it's too late
Amicus certus in re incerta cernitur.
visit my Wicked-Stock --> ~wicked-stock
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squishies to u
love me, fear me, do as i say and i will be your slave
(\_/) copy the bunny
(0.o) into your sign
'(__)' help him achieve world domination
labyrinth club- [link]
do more stuff on here you!!
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squishies to u
love me, fear me, do as i say and i will be your slave
(\_/) copy the bunny
(0.o) into your sign
'(__)' help him achieve world domination
labyrinth club- [link]
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Every portrait that is painted with feeling is a portrait of the artist, not of the sitter.
Oscar Wilde
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