Suppose for a moment that the heart has two heads, that the heart has been chained and dunked in a glass booth filled with river water. The heart is monologuing about hesitation and fulfillment while behind the red brocade the heart is drowning. - R.S
Honest? I tried playing that with my brother but he gave me NO MERCY!
I don't like it. No surprise there though.
TPBM: Is a quizzical and thoroughly opinionated type of person that would prefer making smart remarks to watching and making mental tabs to be shared later.
“One sees clearly only with the heart. Anything essential is invisible to the eyes” ~ The Little Prince~
"She walks in Beauty, like the night,Of cloudless limes and starry skies;And all that's best of dark and bright, Meet in her aspect and her eyes:Thus mellowed to that tender light, Which Heaven to gaudy day denies." -George Gordon Lord Byron
Sorry I think Twilight is the worst thing to literature since 'Sam Hall Likes Me, I Reckon Maybe' and that was pure horrid.... *inner cringe at the word Twilight*
TPBM: Hates Twilight as much as I do!
Suppose for a moment that the heart has two heads, that the heart has been chained and dunked in a glass booth filled with river water. The heart is monologuing about hesitation and fulfillment while behind the red brocade the heart is drowning. - R.S
*runs off crying because The.Dreamwalker
and boltageman hate Twilight*
TPBM: Likes playing sports
"She walks in Beauty, like the night,Of cloudless limes and starry skies;And all that's best of dark and bright, Meet in her aspect and her eyes:Thus mellowed to that tender light, Which Heaven to gaudy day denies." -George Gordon Lord Byron
Well, I only own a PSP, and I don't play it anymore because I
already beat all the games I had such as "Kingdom of Paradise".
But if I had all the games in the world, that's probably all I would do.
TPBM: Likes vanilla better than chocolate (with sprinkles, of course)
"She walks in Beauty, like the night,Of cloudless limes and starry skies;And all that's best of dark and bright, Meet in her aspect and her eyes:Thus mellowed to that tender light, Which Heaven to gaudy day denies." -George Gordon Lord Byron
Suppose for a moment that the heart has two heads, that the heart has been chained and dunked in a glass booth filled with river water. The heart is monologuing about hesitation and fulfillment while behind the red brocade the heart is drowning. - R.S
