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About Me Member Pseudo-Intellectual wingedaccoladeFemale/United States Recent Activity Deviant for 2 Years
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this is a journal entry.

Sun Jul 12, 2009, 12:32 AM
yesterday, a flash torrential downpour occurred quite suddenly while i was out running some errands.

through windshield wiper frames, i watched a boy in a big truck drive up a curb and under a covered walkway filled with pedestrians to make sure his girl didn't get wet.

i loved him for it.

  • Mood: Sweet
  • Listening to: phil collins.

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Devious Info

  • Current Residence: uni in florida.
  • Interests: writing.
  • Favourite movie: serenity.
  • Favourite band or musician: muse; debussy.
  • Favourite genre of music: rock; classical.
  • Favourite artist: degas.
  • Favourite poet or writer: alexandre dumas. will shakespeare. oscar wilde. tom stoppard.
  • MP3 player of choice: iPod nano.
  • Personal Quote: in a black and white world, some tales can only be told in shades of grey.
  • Tools of the Trade: overactive imagination.

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Thank you so much for the :+fav: Kel. It means a lot to me. :heart: :hug: :glomp:
no worries. it was a really cool manip. :]

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+ proper fucked since 1985 +
Many, many thanks for your support on my "Romance" Much appriciated.. :blowkiss:

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Tread softly because you tread on my dreams
my pleasure. :)

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+ proper fucked since 1985 +
Thank you.

:beer:

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The discipline of the written word punishes both stupidity and dishonesty. ---John Steinbeck
no worries. i would have made some profound, mind-bending, reality-shattering comment about how awesome that piece was, but i had already met my quota for the day. :/

cheers.

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+ proper fucked since 1985 +
oh my. /blush

it might be a late breakfast for you, i'll probably be waking late.

you can try calling but i sleep with it on vibrate.
but every time i wake up in between my sleep i check the phone for messages and texts.

if breakfast doesn't work out,
how about we just eat breakfast-y food for lunch?

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talking with my hands
in more ways than one.
A pirate walks into a bar with a paper towel on his head.

The bartender asks, "Why do you have a paper towel on your head?"

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talking with my hands
in more ways than one.
"ARRRR," says the pirate. "I have a bounty on me head."

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talking with my hands
in more ways than one.

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