her agonizing howl cutting through the night, razor-like
the low whispers bearing her name floating in the cool air of the dark evening shadows
the chants that follow thereupon evoking hope
(one that is still green... green... green?)
finally she lifts her head from the mat
we take her in, having been taken in by her first
the bowls left by her side a sign of hope
- not that her pain will leave her sorry body
rather, that she will last the night
i hope she won't
i mute that thought, though
a cat will do us just as good
falling in love is so hard on the knees
"we was making love
when you told me that you loved me
i thought old cupid, he was taking aim
i was believer when you told me
that you loved me
and then you called me
someone else's name
there ain't gonna be
no more begging you 'please'
you know what i want
and it ain't one of these
you're bad to the bone..."
lembrei que aerosmith é bom. enfim, pelo menos eu gosto. ;)
when you told me that you loved me
i thought old cupid, he was taking aim
i was believer when you told me
that you loved me
and then you called me
someone else's name
there ain't gonna be
no more begging you 'please'
you know what i want
and it ain't one of these
you're bad to the bone..."
lembrei que aerosmith é bom. enfim, pelo menos eu gosto. ;)
s2
From underneath you surface
Like a snake
Crawling out from within the crevice
Among a multitude of stars
You shine – the brightest
I, the prey
Can only behold your gaze
acho que fazia tempo que eu não colocava nada assim aqui.... enfim. é.
Like a snake
Crawling out from within the crevice
Among a multitude of stars
You shine – the brightest
I, the prey
Can only behold your gaze
acho que fazia tempo que eu não colocava nada assim aqui.... enfim. é.
Jamaican gay activist shot dead after being abducted
· Victim credited with saving hundreds of lives
· Homophobic attitudes on island blamed for death
· Victim credited with saving hundreds of lives
· Homophobic attitudes on island blamed for death
Witch hunt
Witch hunt
Jeevan Vasagar explains how elderly widows in northern Ghana often find themselves made scapegoats for life's tragedies
{esse texto faz bem mais sentido quando vc faz um semestre de literatura feminista}
Jeevan Vasagar explains how elderly widows in northern Ghana often find themselves made scapegoats for life's tragedies
{esse texto faz bem mais sentido quando vc faz um semestre de literatura feminista}
carrefour
Carrefour
O you,
Who came upon me once
Stretched under apple-trees just after bathing,
Why did you not strangle me before speaking
Rather than fill me with the wild honey of your words
And then leave me to the mercy
Of the forest bees?
[poema q não diz nada sobre mim. postei pq o título é carrefour. e pq eu gostei dele. E SÓ!]
http://www.sappho.com/poetry/a_lowell.html#top
O you,
Who came upon me once
Stretched under apple-trees just after bathing,
Why did you not strangle me before speaking
Rather than fill me with the wild honey of your words
And then leave me to the mercy
Of the forest bees?
[poema q não diz nada sobre mim. postei pq o título é carrefour. e pq eu gostei dele. E SÓ!]
http://www.sappho.com/poetry/a_lowell.html#top
s2
You shine, Beloved,
You and the moon.
But which is the reflection?
http://www.sappho.com/poetry/a_lowell.html#top
You and the moon.
But which is the reflection?
http://www.sappho.com/poetry/a_lowell.html#top
pílulas de sabedoria
"Certas coisas do amor a gente aprende na feira da esquina: não supervalorize o que quer comprar ou dobrará de preço"
Kitsin Heiden
peguei isso no fotolog do zazo > www.fotolog.net/zazoguerra
gostei. ;)
Kitsin Heiden
peguei isso no fotolog do zazo > www.fotolog.net/zazoguerra
gostei. ;)
Visions of love recollected
Have we ever been true?
I know that I have, it's time for you to go
It's all in the stones that you throw
I want you to know
It's not like we'll be parted
It's not like we'll never know love
> jonathan david. belle and sebastian <
Have we ever been true?
I know that I have, it's time for you to go
It's all in the stones that you throw
I want you to know
It's not like we'll be parted
It's not like we'll never know love
> jonathan david. belle and sebastian <
os pobres também choram
"funny how letters repeat themselves along the continuum," he thought after having stumbled on his own reflection in the sideway mirror. he felt sorry for those around him, but there wasn't much he could do about it. he had been beaten up before - way before they even started coming in and in and gushing into his life in hordes. now he was tired. and he thought everyone could see that. he was beside himself now - in anger, in bitterness, in moodiness. hell, yeah. he thought the world could see him. couldn't he see through people at times after all? why did people have to think him any big shit he wasn't? he wasn't a writer. no, he kept repeating those words to himself as though they were his own powerful mantra. and people had to realize that. he didn't even take good pictures! all he ever did was show his big fat face off in people's screens. wasn't that obvious? showing off, that was the name of the game. he was convinced of his effeteness and powerlessness and nothing people said was going to change his mind about that. he didn't want labels. he was tired of them. he had lived his entire life under them. and had been plagued by them. as a kid, he was labeled a wuss, a chicken; he was called sissy. joining in the boys' gang was not something he could've done back then. the girls didn't want him either. he wasn't cute enough - or funny, or anything else that might have appealed to them. he was... himself. a misfit. all but a misfit. he grew up into teenagehood, his tastes unequaling those of his peers. an outcast, he tried to join in what he considered "the counterculture group". that, too, he was denied. he looked too geeky, with his face full of blemishes and his greasy-lensed glasses. he then chose not to belong. those were the most difficult years. he had to convince himself that he ignored people's presence (and existence, too). but deep inside he knew he was the one who had been ignored all along. the one on whom they had turned their backs. in his college years, he decided to change all that. "i'm gonna be someone i'm proud of. people will respect me. they will, alright," he'd often think. it was true. they did respect him. not because of who he was, but because of what he had, because of the knowledge he'd amassed over all those years sitting in the dark corners of the library as he picked up dusty books from the shelves, books no one he knew had ever had. so he cultivated his own self, fleeing what he termed "mainstream" till the time came when he fell in love. he fell in love with another guy. but could that be happening to him? it wasn't. it was but a crush, but for all he could tell he was in love. in pursuit of his new-found "love", he did what he could to "acculturate" and look like the people around him. he got himself new clothes, new glasses, new pants, new tastes. he wanted to fit in, that's all. he dressed himself in a whole new character, one that liked all the latest cool albums and took feminism classes along with a bunch of riot grrrls. but he didn't mean to harm people. he didn't mean to trick them. or perhaps he meant - not out of cruelty, but out of necessity. having been plagued by existence, wasn't he allowed a share of happiness and comfort for himself too? so he sobbed and sobbed. and started writing, the words flowing out as he hit the keys in meaningless tangles... because that was all he could do to find relief - from himself, perhaps. and solace, too. that was his safe haven. his own little corner of the world, where, at last, he could be himself, away from the inquisitive eyes of The Other.
tem isso aqui tb, ó...
achei uma foto da whitie e do chico. nem lembrava que tinha postado foto deles nesse site > http://www.cobasi.com.br/site/mural/det_foto.asp?ID=4&muralID=1498
O_O
estava eu sem mais nada pra fazer e decidi "googlar" meu nome {marcus murilo} pra ver o que achava. essa história de colocar o nome das pessoas no google é uma coisa que eu faço sempre pra descobrir o que as pessoas andam fazendo por aí... hohoho ^^'
enfim, o que eu descubro??? *PLIM* um poema que eu escrevi há anos atrás sobre futebol serviu de inspiração pra um carinha escrever outro poema. "puta merda," eu logo pensei, "não acredito que alguém realmente leu aquele lixo." pois é, mas leram.
enfim, o que eu descubro??? *PLIM* um poema que eu escrevi há anos atrás sobre futebol serviu de inspiração pra um carinha escrever outro poema. "puta merda," eu logo pensei, "não acredito que alguém realmente leu aquele lixo." pois é, mas leram.
the state i am in²
The State I Am In
I was surprised, I was happy for a day in 1975
I was puzzled by a dream, stayed with me all day in 1995
My brother had confessed he was gay
It took the heat off me for a while
He stood up with a sailor friend
Made it known upon my sister's wedding day
I got married in a rush to save a kid from being deported
Now she's in love
I was so touched, I was moved to kick the crutches
From my crippled friend
She was not impressed 'cause I cured her on the Sabbath
I went to confess
When she saw the funny side, we introduced my child bride
To whisky and gin
The priest in the booth had a photographic memory
For all he had heard
He took all of my sins and he wrote a pocket novel called
"The State I Am In"
So I gave myself to God
There was a pregnant pause before he said ok
Now I spend my day turning tables round
In Marks & Spencer
They don't seem to mind
I gave myself to sin
I gave myself to Providence
And I've been there and back again
The state that I am in
Oh love of mine, would you condescend to help me
'Cause I am stupid and blind
Desperation is the Devil's work, it is the folly of a boy's empty mind
Now I'm feeling dangerous, riding on city buses for a hobby is sad
Why don't you lead me to a living end
I promised that I'd entertain my crippled friend
My crippled friend
I was surprised, I was happy for a day in 1975
I was puzzled by a dream, stayed with me all day in 1995
My brother had confessed he was gay
It took the heat off me for a while
He stood up with a sailor friend
Made it known upon my sister's wedding day
I got married in a rush to save a kid from being deported
Now she's in love
I was so touched, I was moved to kick the crutches
From my crippled friend
She was not impressed 'cause I cured her on the Sabbath
I went to confess
When she saw the funny side, we introduced my child bride
To whisky and gin
The priest in the booth had a photographic memory
For all he had heard
He took all of my sins and he wrote a pocket novel called
"The State I Am In"
So I gave myself to God
There was a pregnant pause before he said ok
Now I spend my day turning tables round
In Marks & Spencer
They don't seem to mind
I gave myself to sin
I gave myself to Providence
And I've been there and back again
The state that I am in
Oh love of mine, would you condescend to help me
'Cause I am stupid and blind
Desperation is the Devil's work, it is the folly of a boy's empty mind
Now I'm feeling dangerous, riding on city buses for a hobby is sad
Why don't you lead me to a living end
I promised that I'd entertain my crippled friend
My crippled friend
badooba
queria postar uma música aqui, mas não achei o mp3 dela. ah, mas eu nem procurei também. ahmmm... uhm. é.
bla
weeping in heaven[gotta change it] diz: venda o corpo!
sébastien, you're in a mess diz: ah nem
sébastien, you're in a mess diz: nao tenho coragem
sébastien, you're in a mess diz: ninguem ia comprar
weeping in heaven[gotta change it] diz: eu compraria *blushes*
sébastien, you're in a mess diz: ai q bom
sébastien, you're in a mess diz: quanto vc pode pagar?
weeping in heaven[gotta change it] diz: 1 real
weeping in heaven[gotta change it] diz: mas é fiado
sébastien, you're in a mess diz:cretina!
sébastien, you're in a mess diz: ah nem
sébastien, you're in a mess diz: nao tenho coragem
sébastien, you're in a mess diz: ninguem ia comprar
weeping in heaven[gotta change it] diz: eu compraria *blushes*
sébastien, you're in a mess diz: ai q bom
sébastien, you're in a mess diz: quanto vc pode pagar?
weeping in heaven[gotta change it] diz: 1 real
weeping in heaven[gotta change it] diz: mas é fiado
sébastien, you're in a mess diz:cretina!
i'm an indie snob
You're just too cool for school, aren't you? You're pretty narrow minded and opinionated with regards to music (and probably most other things as well). But you're allowed to be, because you really are better than everyone else. You take pride in obscurity. You probably prefer vinyl too, you elitist bitch.
how indie are you? > http://home.iprimus.com.au/sparvin/indie.htm
how indie are you? > http://home.iprimus.com.au/sparvin/indie.htm
oba, oba, she's my shoo-shoo
A Minha Menina
Ela é minha menina
E eu sou o menino dela
Ela é o meu amor
E eu sou o amor todinho dela
A lua prateada se escondeu
E o sol dourado apareceu
Amanheceu um lindo dia
Cheirando a alegria
Pois eu sonhei
E acordei pensando nela
Pois ela é minha menina
E eu sou o menino dela
Ela é o meu amor
E eu sou o amor todinho dela
A roseira já deu rosas
E a rosa que eu ganhei foi ela
Por ela eu ponho o meu coração
Na frente da razão
E vou dizer
Prá todo mundo
Como gosto dela
Pois ela é minha menina
E eu sou o menino dela
Ela é o meu amor
E eu sou o amor todinho dela
Minha menina, Minha menina...
fold your hands, child
"He made up some excuse to see you
You said you didn't feel a thing
Tired of all the dramas, maybe
But still the moment you hear
The moment you know
I'm sure you'd come running, baby
Sure, the moment you hear
That he really wants you..."
You said you didn't feel a thing
Tired of all the dramas, maybe
But still the moment you hear
The moment you know
I'm sure you'd come running, baby
Sure, the moment you hear
That he really wants you..."
/
Geneticists claim ageing breakthrough but immortality will have to wait
d^^b ))) tempo no tempo/ mutantes {apropriado....}
d^^b ))) tempo no tempo/ mutantes {apropriado....}
.the boy done wrong again.
on saturday i was an angel shining fair
you shone louder, longer
you put my shine to shame
put me to shame now
what is it i must do to pay for all my crimes?
what is it i must do?
i would do it all the time
do it all the time now
all that i wanted was to sing the saddest songs
and if you would sing along, i will be happy now...
on saturday i was an angel shining fair
you shone louder, longer
you put my shine to shame
put me to shame now
what is it i must do to pay for all my crimes?
what is it i must do?
i would do it all the time
do it all the time now
all that i wanted was to sing the saddest songs
and if you would sing along, i will be happy now...
goodbye, caroline.
Put on your shoes, girl
I'm going to the coast
Where every loser
Gives up what hurts the most
And all those haunted
Unlucky guys get told
Who's really wanted
...
Goodbye, Caroline
You're my favorite faith healer
Goodbye, everything
...
I'm going to the coast
Where every loser
Gives up what hurts the most
And all those haunted
Unlucky guys get told
Who's really wanted
...
Goodbye, Caroline
You're my favorite faith healer
Goodbye, everything
...
you're not special
you grow up used to making silly little thingies out of playdough and then one day you realise your art is crap. and then you think you're no big shit anymore. and you realise your mom had been lying to you all along... and then you take a handful of those awful-looking pills your dad leaves in the kitchen cupboard just above the stove - but they fail you. and you remain... like all other things in life. and then you think "what the heck! and what am i doing this for, anyway?" and then you get yourself caught in love. "it's oh-so-pure," you say. and then you realise there's nothing to it but lust, and lust, and lust. and lust ends up being the only good thing you'll ever have. and then you leave home and get yourself a half-decent apartment to live in on your own. and then you get yourself a cat, but hey! guess what? the cat got dead. and what you're gonna do about that? get yourself another cat? no, i don't think so - you're too lazy for that. you then get yourself a flowerpot. and you start growing little pinkish flowers in it and then they bloom and make your room feel so complete you'd trade anything else you deem good for that particular feeling they evince. and then you think "wow! happiness, eh? so this is it". but then your friend starts complaining about how canadian you sound and the cycle starts all over again...
...
estudantto diz:
Ah lambers
lambe o meu sovaco. diz:
whatever...
lambe o meu sovaco. diz:
you scare me.
estudantto diz:
filuhrpoighoir32809utç
estudantto diz:
morderbers suvacmbem4rtlkmy6klh
lambe o meu sovaco. diz:
12.0
estudantto diz:
4-7994w7989t5u867
estudantto diz:
Entendenbwers:?:/
lambe o meu sovaco. diz:
ah claaaaaaro
lambe o meu sovaco. diz:
O.ô'
lambe o meu sovaco. diz:
=P
estudantto diz:
Você mora onde?
lambe o meu sovaco. diz:
ah vc tava fazendo isso com o cotovelo?
lambe o meu sovaco. diz:
{moro em brasilia}
estudantto diz:
Ahnnnn?
lambe o meu sovaco. diz:
ah, deixa pra la....
lambe o meu sovaco. diz:
^^
estudantto diz:
Queria beijar na boca
lambe o meu sovaco. diz:
ah, eu não
estudantto diz:
Que pena
lambe o meu sovaco. diz:
eu sou frígido.
lambe o meu sovaco. diz:
)=
estudantto diz:
Ah, eu é quem sou
estudantto diz:
Mas to afim de curtir, oras
lambe o meu sovaco. diz:
nao eh nada
lambe o meu sovaco. diz:
seu falso frígido!
estudantto diz:
Ah come marmelada
lambe o meu sovaco. diz:
marmelada não me dá tesão....
lambe o meu sovaco. diz:
nem gelo.
lambe o meu sovaco. diz:
e vc?
Ah lambers
lambe o meu sovaco. diz:
whatever...
lambe o meu sovaco. diz:
you scare me.
estudantto diz:
filuhrpoighoir32809utç
estudantto diz:
morderbers suvacmbem4rtlkmy6klh
lambe o meu sovaco. diz:
12.0
estudantto diz:
4-7994w7989t5u867
estudantto diz:
Entendenbwers:?:/
lambe o meu sovaco. diz:
ah claaaaaaro
lambe o meu sovaco. diz:
O.ô'
lambe o meu sovaco. diz:
=P
estudantto diz:
Você mora onde?
lambe o meu sovaco. diz:
ah vc tava fazendo isso com o cotovelo?
lambe o meu sovaco. diz:
{moro em brasilia}
estudantto diz:
Ahnnnn?
lambe o meu sovaco. diz:
ah, deixa pra la....
lambe o meu sovaco. diz:
^^
estudantto diz:
Queria beijar na boca
lambe o meu sovaco. diz:
ah, eu não
estudantto diz:
Que pena
lambe o meu sovaco. diz:
eu sou frígido.
lambe o meu sovaco. diz:
)=
estudantto diz:
Ah, eu é quem sou
estudantto diz:
Mas to afim de curtir, oras
lambe o meu sovaco. diz:
nao eh nada
lambe o meu sovaco. diz:
seu falso frígido!
estudantto diz:
Ah come marmelada
lambe o meu sovaco. diz:
marmelada não me dá tesão....
lambe o meu sovaco. diz:
nem gelo.
lambe o meu sovaco. diz:
e vc?
=/
acho muito engraçado esse povo que reclama da inutilidade e futilidade da televisão no orkut. LOGO NO ORKUT! há! parece até piada... ¬¬
H o u s e S w e e t H o u s e
Zóinc! Zóinc! Zóinc! Eram as panelas, as gavetas, os talheres. E regendo tudo: ele, o pai na cozinha. De repente, a mãe grita de algum lugar não distante – claro, a casa nem era tão grande assim. Ela exigia silêncio. Mas que barulhada toda era aquela, ora pois! O pai então enfezou-se, ordenando-a que não mais lhe enchesse o saco, pois ele nunca lhe perturbava durante as madrugadas enquanto ela fazia os talheres ressoarem pela escassez da casa. Ela então enfureceu-se, com ira divina. Começou então a orar, orações que os anjos haviam lhe ensinado, dizia-se.
"The future's looking colourful. It's the colour of blood, chaos and corruption of a happy soul..."
>!<
>!<
L U A N N A
L U A N N A
Luanna, com três aninhos de idade, já possuía todos os dentes da arcada dentária inferior e mostrava-os nos coloridos balões de aniversário, bem distribuídos pelas prateleiras.
Luanna, com três aninhos de idade, já possuía todos os dentes da arcada dentária inferior e mostrava-os nos coloridos balões de aniversário, bem distribuídos pelas prateleiras.
how are you?
AWFUL.
i need a haircut real bad.
i've lost my student i.d. card.
my puter's gone kaput.
and this damn mouse at the college self-access centre keeps giving me hassle. :/
*drama queen mode: ON*
and, erm, by the way, happy hallowe'en. ;D
i need a haircut real bad.
i've lost my student i.d. card.
my puter's gone kaput.
and this damn mouse at the college self-access centre keeps giving me hassle. :/
*drama queen mode: ON*
and, erm, by the way, happy hallowe'en. ;D
quote of the day
"I want everybody to tell me the truth, even if it costs them their jobs."
(Samuel Goldwyn, filmmaker)
(Samuel Goldwyn, filmmaker)
_
He entered the bedroom, only to find her crying, lying on her bed, her bare arm half-covering her mournful eyes as if that could disguise her feeling. He felt sorrowful then, but he didn’t know what he could say to help her. He tried to remember what they’d say in the movies. Nothing came to mind. He knew he wasn’t particularly good with words. They always eluded him, he thought. He shuffled closer to the bed, trying to muster enough courage to touch her ashen skin, in the hope that it would bring some comfort to her worn soul. He gently touched her, almost gingerly. She didn’t recoil. That convinced him that was the right thing to do. Yes, that was the right thing to do, he thought.
pj harvey não é deus!
ontem, mocréia
hoje, PJ Harvey
{vide fotos acima. :D}
queridinha, se você tá se achando baranguinha, tá gorda, ahhh o cabelo tá ruim também? ih tá sem dinheiro pra pagar uma progressiva... e a calça 38, quando é que vai vestir as duas pernas, heim? hehehehe
não é pra chorar, aposta num celebrity juice da vida, bota fé numa make-up, levanta esse bundão goooordo da cadeira hj pra poder pagar peitinho amanhã! hiihihihihi
a bunita ai da foto já saiu da roça e hj é linda-magra-do-cabelo-bom-e-puuuuderoooosa, porque é isso que todo felho da puta gosta uahauahauia
AMEI essa comunidade!!! > http://www.orkut.com/Community.aspx?cmm=3614538
XDDD
HAHAHAHAHA!!!
{just for the records, a pergunta era se a pessoa de cima era hippie ou pseudocult...}
{o - ou A, vc decide... - [belle] sou eu...}
comuna > http://www.orkut.com/Community.aspx?cmm=603942
groupie!
já virei groupie!
acho que eu estava precisando de ídolos...
*aleatório*
enfim, acho que a "vila olímpia" de brasília é a AABB.
;(
john peel morreu um ano atrás. e eu nem sabia. fiquei meio triste agora, mas nem sei direito se foi [só?] por causa dessa notícia. enfim...
the eavesdropping sessions ;D
¹eu queria uma aventura em família. a gente nunca andou de van juntos.
²eu trabalho pra isso nunca acontecer, minha filha.
¹ah, mas eu nunca andei de van com você.
²e, se deus quiser, isso nunca vai acontecer.
bleh. na hora foi engraçado.
²eu trabalho pra isso nunca acontecer, minha filha.
¹ah, mas eu nunca andei de van com você.
²e, se deus quiser, isso nunca vai acontecer.
bleh. na hora foi engraçado.
push barman to open old wounds.
;push barman to open old wounds > ! <
ps: acho q eu tô virando groupie do belle and sebastian.
d^^b ))) belle & seb {crrrraaaaro. ;)}
blue nº 2
BLUE Nº 2
(Cassiano Nunes)
Passaram os anos...
E ainda acredito!
Na carne, no sangue,
o clamor do Mito!
E vagueio na noite
procurando, insone,
a paixão sem rosto,
o amor sem nome...
Que quero? Que espero?
É capricho? Vício?
Não.
É a solidão
e o seu exercício.
pois é, eu gosto de cassiano nunes.
d^^b ))) belle & seb
(Cassiano Nunes)
Passaram os anos...
E ainda acredito!
Na carne, no sangue,
o clamor do Mito!
E vagueio na noite
procurando, insone,
a paixão sem rosto,
o amor sem nome...
Que quero? Que espero?
É capricho? Vício?
Não.
É a solidão
e o seu exercício.
pois é, eu gosto de cassiano nunes.
d^^b ))) belle & seb
today's fortune ¬¬
Today's fortune:
Don't let friends impose on you. Work calmly and silently
essa foi a pior fortune minha EVER! ¬¬ nem entendi...
Don't let friends impose on you. Work calmly and silently
essa foi a pior fortune minha EVER! ¬¬ nem entendi...
moodmatcher
moodmatcher.
You're experiencing a bit of an existential crisis, aren't you? Here's a poem to help you through your long dark night of the soul.
Fire and Ice
SOME say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favour fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To know that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.
Robert Frost (1874 - 1963)
You're experiencing a bit of an existential crisis, aren't you? Here's a poem to help you through your long dark night of the soul.
Fire and Ice
SOME say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favour fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To know that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.
Robert Frost (1874 - 1963)
what age do you act?
| You Are 18 Years Old |
 13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world. 20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences. 30-39: You are a thirtysomething at heart. You've had a taste of success and true love, but you want more! 40+: You are a mature adult. You've been through most of the ups and downs of life already. Now you get to sit back and relax. |
What Age Do You Act?
what language should you learn?
| You Should Learn Swedish |
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What Language Should You Learn?
the birth order predictor
| You Are Likely A Fourth Born |
 In friendship, you don't take the initiative in reaching out.Your ideal jobs are: factory jobs, comedy, and dentistry.You will leave your mark on the world with your own personal philosophy. |
The Birth Order Predictor
who were you in a past life?
| In a Past Life... |
 You Were: A Banished Jester. Where You Lived: Burma. How You Died: Killed in Battle. |
how weird are you?
| You Are 70% Weird |
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How Weird Are You?
what's your power colour?
| Your Power Color Is Red-Orange |
 You are warm, sensitive, and focused on your personal growth. At Your Lowest: You become defensive and critical if you feel attacked. In Love: You are loyal - but you demand the respect you deserve. How You're Attractive: You are very affectionate and inspire trust. Your Eternal Question: "Am I Respected?" |
how do people see you?
| Slow and Steady |
 They see you as very cautious, extremely careful, a slow and steady plodder. It'd really surprise them if you ever did something impulsively or on the spur of the moment. They expect you to examine everything carefully from every angle and then usually decide against it. |
How Do People See You?
what's your japanese subculture?
| You Are an Officelady! |
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how you are in love
| How You Are In Love |
 You fall in love quickly and easily. And very often. You tend to give more than take in relationships. You tend to get very attached when you're with someone. You want to see your love all the time. You love your partner unconditionally and don't try to make them change. You are fickle and tend to fall out of love easily. You bounce from romance to romance. |
i wanna friend with breast and all the rest
"to me, coming from you, friend is a four-letter word."
d^^b ))) cake
{pois é, coisas óbvias me chateiam também. sorry.}
d^^b ))) cake
{pois é, coisas óbvias me chateiam também. sorry.}
!don't look back
"if they follow you
don't look back
like dylan in the movies
on your own
if they follow you
it's not your money that they're after, boy
it's you"
d^^b ))) belle & seb {meio óbvio, né? mas enfim...}
don't look back
like dylan in the movies
on your own
if they follow you
it's not your money that they're after, boy
it's you"
d^^b ))) belle & seb {meio óbvio, né? mas enfim...}
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