I'd rather waltz than just walk through the forest. The trees keep the tempo and they sway in time. Quartet of crickets chime in for the chorus. If I were to pluck on your heart strings would you strum on mine?
HarryPotterRocks wrote:For being nice to everyone and giving good advice. Also for being awesome and amazing. <3
^That. <3
Also for being the best big Bro and not failing to make me laugh at least once when we're on chat. XD <3
I'd rather waltz than just walk through the forest. The trees keep the tempo and they sway in time. Quartet of crickets chime in for the chorus. If I were to pluck on your heart strings would you strum on mine?
For being cute, awesome and generally a lot of fun. Also for procrastinating a lot. Like me. XD
I'd rather waltz than just walk through the forest. The trees keep the tempo and they sway in time. Quartet of crickets chime in for the chorus. If I were to pluck on your heart strings would you strum on mine?
For being such a likable poster, having an avatar that reminds me of Yoshi's Island, and for making me want to read those flippin' books so badly. >______> Also,
For just scaring the heck out of me AGAIN and for being a fan of Phineas and Ferb. (I am too. XD)
I'd rather waltz than just walk through the forest. The trees keep the tempo and they sway in time. Quartet of crickets chime in for the chorus. If I were to pluck on your heart strings would you strum on mine?
For being my awesome CupCake and helping me spam Ducky's wall. <3 Also for being the nicest, sweetest, friendliest and awesomest CupCake ever.
I'd rather waltz than just walk through the forest. The trees keep the tempo and they sway in time. Quartet of crickets chime in for the chorus. If I were to pluck on your heart strings would you strum on mine?
The day, which was one of the first of spring, cheered even me by the loveliness of its sunshine and the balminess of the air. I felt emotions of gentleness and pleasure, that had long appeared dead, revive within me. Half surprised by the novelty of these sensations, I allowed myself to be borne away by them, and forgetting my solitude and deformity, dared to be happy. — Mary Shelley, Frankenstein
