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[05 Feb 2012|06:08pm]

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[08 Jul 2009|07:22pm]
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[25 Jun 2009|12:04pm]
Friends cut, bye guys!
You can beg for my friendship back if you really want.
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[26 Apr 2009|08:01pm]
http://community.livejournal.com/ask_me_anything/20251248.html

You should really all go fill out my poll for my research paper.
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[20 Jan 2009|04:19pm]
I believe this is meant for people with a ton of icons on their livejournal. I'm just going to do it from the icons I have saved on my computer.
(the oldest icon is the oldest one I have. I made really embarresing MS paint icons, but they've since been deleted)

MAH ICONS.

default oldest newest
saddest happiest angriest
cutest sexiest funniest
fave ship fave fandom fave animated
best quote best textless best stolen idea
use the most favorite

HOW MANY ICONS DO YOU HAVE: ~330
DO YOUR ICONS MAKE A STATEMENT: Subconsciously :P
WHAT FANDOM DO YOU HAVE THE MOST ICONS OF: The only fandom icons I have are Harry Potter.
WHAT SHIP DO YOU HAVE THE MOST ICONS OF: Well. I have a couple Harry/Ginny. And the one Harry/Ron
ARE YOUR ICONS MADE MOSTLY BY OTHER PEOPLE: These are all made by me. I have a few saved by other people
DO YOU MAKE ICONS: Duh
ARE THEY ANY GOOD: Some better than others.
ANIMATED ICONS ARE: Not something I make many of, but I have more than I thought.

DO THE MEME.
Coding can be found here
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[08 Jan 2009|07:41pm]
This is not the ideal way to read something. But you should really consider reading it. At least try it? Ignore my underlining.

Five Fucks by Jonathan LethemCollapse )
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[07 Dec 2008|01:34am]
as long as I believe in fateCollapse )
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[25 Oct 2008|08:16pm]

[1]

It was a cold night
And the snow lay low
I pulled my coat tight
Against the falling down
And the sun was all
And the sun was all down
And the sun was all
And the sun was all down

I am a poor man
I haven't wealth nor fame
I have my two hands
And a house to my name
And the winter's so
And the winter's so long
And the winter's so
And the winter's so long

And all the stars were crashing 'round
As I laid eyes on what I'd found

It was a white crane
It was a helpless thing
Upon a red stain
With an arrow its wing
And it called and cried
And it called and cried so
And it called and cried
And it called and cried so

And all the stars were crashing 'round
As I laid eyes on what I'd found
My crane wife, my crane wife
My crane wife, my crane wife

Now I helped her
And I dressed her wounds
And how I held her
Beneath the rising moon
And she stood to fly
And she stood to fly away
And she stood to fly
She stood to fly away

And all the stars were crashing 'round
As I laid eyes on what I'd found
My crane wife, my crane wife
My crane wife, my crane wife

[2]

My crane wife arrived at my door in the moonlight
All star bright and tongue-tied I took her in
We were married and bells rang sweet for our wedding
And our bedding was ready when we fell in

The sound of the keening bell
To see its pain erect
Soft as fontenelle
The feathers and the thread
And all I ever meant to do was to keep you
My crane wife
My crane wife
My crane wife

We were poorly, our fortunes fading hourly
And how she loved me, she could bring it back
But I was greedy, I was vain and I forced her to weaving
On a cold loom, in a closed room down the hall

The sound of the keening bell
And to see its pain erect
Soft as fontenelle
The feathers and the thread
And all I ever meant to do was to keep you
My crane wife
My crane wife

There's a bend in the wind and it rakes at my heart
There is blood in the thread and it rakes at my heart
It rakes at my heart

My crane wife

The Crane Wife 1 and 2 The Decemberists

And under the boughs unbowed
All clothed in a snowy shroud
She had no heart so hardened
All under the boughs unbowed

Each feather it fell from skin
'Till thread bare while she grew thin
How were my eyes so blinded?
Each feather it fell from skin

And I will hang my head, hang my head low
And I will hang my head, hang my head low

A gray sky, a bitter sting
A rain cloud, a crane on wing
All out beyond horizon
A grey sky, a bitter sting

And I will hang my head, hang my head low
And I will hang my head, hang my head low

The Crane Wife 3 The Decemberists
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[25 Jan 2008|04:42pm]



 
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[12 Jun 2006|09:30pm]
Comment to this entry anonymously with the following:

~ an insult
~ a secret
~ a criticism
~ a compliment
~ a love note
~ lyrics to a song
~ a hint to who you are

(DO IT!)
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