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  • DawnRose
    Mar 4, 2024

    hi lol


  • DawnRose
    Sep 19, 2016

    does anyone have the link to that site brooke and i made ??


  • DawnRose
    May 21, 2016

    holy fucking shit why


  • DawnRose
    Oct 18, 2014

    Well, I'm growing quickly and looking back at the things I said and did here 2 years ago really makes me see how much I've changed....Wow.


  • DawnRose
    Oct 18, 2014

    wahh ;-; so oldddd 2 years ago~!


  • Brooke
    Mar 29, 2012

    Hey Dawny. when you next come on chat I will tell you about it :)


  • DawnRose
    Mar 29, 2012

    I just woke up, I had everything in hands, perfectly."I can't lose now"
    I whispered to myself. I went and made breakfeast. I heard somebody knocking on the door, it was my best friend Scarlett "hey Scar how are you?" I said.
    "Fine, you?" she said.
    "perfect" I said "Go enjoy yourself" I said.
    "Hm, ok" she murmured.
    I heard suspicion in her voice, I noticed she slowly crept back into my room, I ignored it, though I was still a little suspicious.
    I ate. Breakfeast was good.
    I was walking down the hallway, I heard a jingling sound, I yelled Scarlett's name, "Yeah?" I heard her say
    "What is that?" I shouted
    "My necklace" whispered Scarlett
    I was very suspicious.
    "Mhm hm mhmm hm hm" Scarlett whispered
    "what?" I shouted
    "Uh. huh...um... nothing! nothing at all!" she shouted to me


  • DawnRose
    Mar 29, 2012

    Here i'm posting my book


  • DawnRose
    Mar 29, 2012

    lol hey guys


  • Jagger
    Mar 29, 2012

    Cool name


    DawnRose woah! you posted this 18 secs ago
    Mar 29, 2012


  • Jashael
    Mar 22, 2012

    Hey dawn. XD

  • I do love Ke$ha


  • GeeLyria
    Mar 18, 2012

    Hellow, DawnRose! How you've been? ^_^


    DawnRose good
    Mar 29, 2012


  • DawnRose
    Mar 14, 2012

    Guys!!!!!


  • DawnRose
    Mar 4, 2012

    I'm so sorry Brooke


    Brooke Bout what?
    Mar 5, 2012



For a short space of time I remained at the window watching the pallid lightnings that played above Mont Blanc and listening to the rushing of the Arve, which pursued its noise way beneath. The same lulling sounds acted as a lullaby to my too keen sensations; when I placed my head upon my pillow, sleep crept over me; I felt it as it came and blessed the giver of oblivion.
— Mary Shelley, Frankenstein