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Sometimes I cry so hard from pleading
So sick and tired of all the needless beating
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Cassie Audrey FIFTEEN. TAKEN, 030211. 130297. LJ is everything to me. I like novels & the colour blue. I give (o) fucks to haters. I always get inspired by passionate people doing what they fancy about. I like to say what's on my mind, whether it bothers people or not. — Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close Besides blogging? CLICK!
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Thursday, December 08, 2011
Fucking Narnia Yes yes yes. Let's go to Narnia! You know what would I have in my Narnia? I would have.. A closet that is big as 1Borneo. That is big enough. Ice skating ring. A unicorn that can talk. A lion of course! Tons of uncut trees. So that the animals can live. Oceans. Seas. Every beautiful thing. Even the little things some people don't appreciate. Um, then I would want a house as big as a castle. And it's in the middle of a big grass field. A windy place. Then I would want to have my Unicorns and Lions live with me. Then I want my field to be fill with bunnies, puppies, and other fluffy animals. I also want a Jet. I also want a door which leads me to anywhere LJ is. Harhar. Then I want a shop that sells all kinds of food. Yes? Hee. Wars? YES. WITH MY ENEMIES. They would only have daggers and shield. I will have bombs, shield, guns and.. Yeah. Those things. Then, after the war. My dear Narnia will be beautiful as it is before the war. Oh the fantasy. AND, I WANT A PRINCE CHARMING IN THERE. :3 Hehe. Very cute huh? I also want a fairy. So that I can wish anything I want. Just in case. Hehehe. |
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But baby, where they knock you down and out
Is where you ought to stay |
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