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Bright EyesDon't mess with me or else I'll spray foaming hand sanitizer into your eyes; because that's how I roll in the twenty-first centuryBright Eyes


Trust MeStanding at the edge of a cliff with nowhere to go, a mob swarming towards her, a barren cliff behind. Both terrifying, and both deadly. She looks to the heavens and hopes for some sort of sign in the starry sky. A voice suddenly reaches her from... the bottom of the cliff? It shouts, "just lean backwards off the edge and we'll catch you! We're here to help!" She says a quick prayer and launches herself backwards off the cliff thinking that whatever is down there must be better than the crowd up top. Sharp pains pierce her whole back, she tries to cry out but is stopped short as her life comes to an end. The villTrust Me


Assorted Thoughts'One day I'll become an actress,' she thought happily after meeting her favourite actor. 'One day I'll find a cure for cancer,' he thought bitterly after his aunt passed away. 'One day I'll write a best-selling novel,' she thought hopefully after re-reading her favourite series for the thousandth time. 'One day I'll be president, and I'll make things better for everyone,' he thought while listening to his mother complain about the war. 'One day I'll fall in love and have a happy family,' she thought while clutching the recently finished romance novel to her chest. 'One day I'll kill them all,' he thought to himseAssorted Thoughts
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Funky colorful bubbles are fun but dont let the colors fool they DO NOT taste good -.-
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Funky colorful bubbles are fun but dont let the colors fool they DO NOT taste good -.-
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Funky colorful bubbles are fun but dont let the colors fool they DO NOT taste good -.-
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I am a fan of Alban Berg's opera Wozzeck. What else can I say? XD
I'm also part of the SSBB Fanclub. Go check it out!
I am also the BeastGuard of ~The-Tellian-Network Check it out!
And also, thanks to PurpleChocobo77 for the avatar.
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poniesponiesponiesponiesponies.
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Starships collide, clowns mourn the death of the curly red wig, as flowers spit colors into your eyes.
aka thanks for teh farves.
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WWHRD?
METAL UP YOUR ASS!
Where is your god now?
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