i actually OLVE yuor coloring, its so kewl!!!! anywys i ALSO LOVE 1XSHED!!!! so yea annnyways byebye

I rlly love the picture u sent me andimgoingtofrickingexpodeaghdsagdsagdsagdhsajgdjsagjdsa :explode:

waters your ata with california girls

you are blessed with the power of love. but to love isn't a feeling. love is choice, an action, and a lifestyle. choose love. love conquers all.

BRO ur skins awre so cool throws a crab at you and leaves

your nash is so pretty and beautiful ,, hope u have a wonderful day !!

Hi! Just wanna say your ponies / and cosplays are REALLY pretty! We would interact just in general, but social anxiety get the best of us... wahaha.

the duality of a drug addict by anonymous writer I wish I could kiss her to know why you love her I wish I could understand why she made you ache as much as she did I wish I could get my heart broken by her so I can understand I wish I could put myself in your shoes so I could see why the path was so rough I wish I could do so many things to save you from what happened so you could see that theres still value in the things that she broke You stand with a guilt that doesn’t belong to you and you hold it tightly Blood drips from your hand, you’re hurting yourself, do you not notice? Do you not ache? Do you not feel? The blood is not for you but for the other ones she created. Your blood seeps through into a bag for another. Your sacrifice becomes another ones life. ======= i wish you’d kiss her and remember why you hate her i wish i never understood why she hurt you i wish you didn’t bleed on me when you got your heart broken by her i wish i never helped you when you called late at night, screaming until you cried i wish you could experience that moment over and over an endless loop of insanity and heart break was there still value in the heart that you willingly ripped apart and you stand with the guilt that belongs to you this time your dried blood stains my shirt and you're colorblind i let you bleed on me and i shared your pain i split it evenly down the middle and eased your ache and you still left me on the side of the road my sacrifice became your second chance and you called it your own i hope that when you write you have to live with the memory of what we wrote together i hope that you struggle to rip the pages of our time together out of your story i hope that the pages are so thick that you cant help but angrily crush them and i hope that you are forced to live with that guilt tenfold ======= and i wish you'd kiss her and forget why you called me i wish you could understand why she hurt you, and come to an agreement i wish the heart break was worth it so you could see the beauty that came out of it i wish you could look back and say that even though it hurt, it ended up being okay sometimes i still wish i can save you from all of life's challenges so you wouldn't see yourself so poorly or rather, see yourself through my eyes, and the eyes of many others that guilt will always sit in my chest, and a different kind will always sit in yours im not sure if this guilt belongs to either of us but we hold onto it tightly instead of holding onto each other we notice and recognize pain, yet ignore passion, and perseverance i know you ache, and i know you feel and i don't regret the sacrifices i've made our pages are dusty, and losing their color but they are filled some parts are missing and that is okay because where one story ends, another one begins

the duality of a drug addict by anonymous writer I wish I could kiss her to know why you love her I wish I could understand why she made you ache as much as she did I wish I could get my heart broken by her so I can understand I wish I could put myself in your shoes so I could see why the path was so rough I wish I could do so many things to save you from what happened so you could see that theres still value in the things that she broke You stand with a guilt that doesn’t belong to you and you hold it tightly Blood drips from your hand, you’re hurting yourself, do you not notice? Do you not ache? Do you not feel? The blood is not for you but for the other ones she created. Your blood seeps through into a bag for another. Your sacrifice becomes another ones life. ======= i wish you’d kiss her and remember why you hate her i wish i never understood why she hurt you i wish you didn’t bleed on me when you got your heart broken by her i wish i never helped you when you called late at night, screaming until you cried i wish you could experience that moment over and over an endless loop of insanity and heart break was there still value in the heart that you willingly ripped apart and you stand with the guilt that belongs to you this time your dried blood stains my shirt and you're colorblind i let you bleed on me and i shared your pain i split it evenly down the middle and eased your ache and you still left me on the side of the road my sacrifice became your second chance and you called it your own i hope that when you write you have to live with the memory of what we wrote together i hope that you struggle to rip the pages of our time together out of your story i hope that the pages are so thick that you cant help but angrily crush them and i hope that you are forced to live with that guilt tenfold ======= and i wish you'd kiss her and forget why you called me i wish you could understand why she hurt you, and come to an agreement i wish the heart break was worth it so you could see the beauty that came out of it i wish you could look back and say that even though it hurt, it ended up being okay sometimes i still wish i can save you from all of life's challenges so you wouldn't see yourself so poorly or rather, see yourself through my eyes, and the eyes of many others that guilt will always sit in my chest, and a different kind will always sit in yours im not sure if this guilt belongs to either of us but we hold onto it tightly instead of holding onto each other we notice and recognize pain, yet ignore passion, and perseverance i know you ache, and i know you feel and i don't regret the sacrifices i've made our pages are dusty, and losing their color but they are filled some parts are missing and that is okay because where one story ends, another one begins

I also ship 1xshed but Im too shy to int with you , ur skins are rlly cool btw!!!

omg 1x1 x shed;etsky mentioned i think.peakpeakpeakoeakpeak a

Safety was the light at the end of the path, but I would not stop moving until I reached it. Safety was just out of reach, and she looked at me with no mercy. Safety started a chase, and I was the tagger. Safety was my enemy, and safety knew how to run.

Ook dude ur so cool, especially ur mafioso cos, its so cool, i even want to eat is somuchhh pleaseesese

yur'r su coolio!!!

hi davidson hwo are yoj lellele