Regarding the icon textures.So, now, the two icons textures I have and any futures one can now only be found at my graphics journal - Postage not Paid. Thanks to those who actually downloaded them.
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SoS - Citrus TwistIt was the most opportune moment. There he was, pressed up against her, and pushing harder into her. They could hear and feel the hustle of people around them, but nobody seemed to be paying particular attention to them... their lips falling closer and closer together as their cheeks flushed; their breath hastening with his hands holding her hips in place...SoS - Citrus Twist
"Tictac?," she managed to ask, awkwardly drawing up her hand with the mints from her purse in the crowded elevator. "Your breath damn stank!"
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BackwardsA cold wet street, the scent of haze, Looking through the darkness and it's all become cliché. I can hear the rustling, and I can feel the breeze, But with this heavy mist, I can't see the trees. No way out, been walking for hours, Days, months, and years, losing will power. All so bittersweet, the beauty and the madness Hidden in your heart a dark and growing sadness...Backwards
It's never easy growing up In this day in age, The price of life and expectations Getting harder every day. Must do this, must do that, Life's too short for fun and play. 'Never guarant
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Signed Sinfully Yours.It was a quarter past ten when he finally came in His hair was a mess and there was lipstick on his skin He played me cool like there nothing was wrong He laughed and he smoked, and then he was gone Upstairs to the shower, I heard the door behind him slam I grabbed his car keys and that's where it beganSigned Sinfully Yours.
Out the front door and down the walk Into his car, and oh, what the shock The night was young and there was hell was to be paid To an unfaithful lover, whose own bed he had made I revved up the engine while checking my hair And sped out the driveway without any cares &nbs
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- Current Residence: Suburbia, California.
- Favourite movie: A Midsummer Night's Dream, Clue, National Treasure, The Mummy I&II.
- Favourite band or musician: Hilary Duff, Kelly Clarkson, Maroon 5, No Doubt.
- Favourite genre of music: Just about everything. I'm not picky.
- Favourite artist: Kazuya Minekura, Kubo Tite.
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I have to write a variable called "simpletype", but I keep trying to type it "simple-type." And yes, I think of you every time I have to use it. XD
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But wow, I'M SPECIAL!! (I love the dual meaning.)
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.It's a mirror to reflect your dreams.
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