Sayomi

Things I know about you for SURE: Name: Jean Age: Probably between 12 and 17 Location: Not NJ, not on the West Coast, not in Colorado, not in Hawaii :3 Ethnicity: Chinese Interests: DC, fanfiction, going on DCW, playing Mini Mafia For some reason, I keep picturing you as a 15 year old with glasses that lives in Connecticut O____o (most random description ever xD)

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I pull it down so that it covers your entire face and you eventually suffocate. iPhone.

Pikarar!

I ban you for being kind of close to 500 posts!

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Sure Someone who likes reading fanfiction!

Someone who has 398 posts!

Oi, oi, yiu guys are wayyyy off! 3326

Hero's Come Back by DJ Mitsu (Naruto Shippuden OP 1)

Megure

Welcome to DCW! As you probably already know, a lot of people are crazy, but they're all really nice. So have fun ^.^ And good luck getting to 500 posts

Best Quotes: "I know what love is. When you find the person you are supposed to love, bells ring and fireworks go off in your head and you can't find the words to speak and you think about him all the time. When you find the person you are supposed to love, you will know by staring deeply into their eyes." "If his voice hasn't been the melody of my life, it's been the bass line, so subtle you don't notice it until it's missing." "And suddenly I knew what became of all those lost balloons: they were the loves that slipped out of our fists; the blank eyes that rose in every night sky." "Once upon a time there was a girl who wanted to put her fist through a mirror. She would tell everyone it was so that she could see what was on the other side, but really, it was so that she wouldn’t have to look at herself. That, and because she thought she might be able to steal a piece of glass when no one was looking and use it to carve her heart out of her chest." "If I'm going to fuck up my life, does it really matter which way I do it?" "If you gave someone your heart and they died, did they take it with them? Did you spend the rest of forever with a hole inside you that couldn't be filled?" "A photo says, you were happy, and I wanted to catch that. A photo says, you were so important to me that I put down everything else to come watch." "There are two kinds of love...in the safe kind you look for someone who's exactly like you. It's what most folks settle for. But then there's the other kind of love. Everyone's born with a ragged edge, and some folks crave that piece that's a perfect fit. You'll search for it forever, if you have to. And if you're lucky enough to find it, it looks so right, you start to tear at your own seams, thinking, maybe I could look just as perfect. But then, of course, when you try to get close to their other half, you don't fit anymore. That kind of love...you come out of it a different person than you were when you started." "When you love someone, you say their name different. Like it's safe inside your mouth." "I love you," he whispered, and that was the moment he knew what he was going to do. When you loved someone, you put their needs before your own. No matter how inconceivable those needs were; no matter how fucked up; no matter how much it made you feel like you were ripping yourself into pieces." "Do you know what it's like to love someone so much, that you can't see yourself without picturing her? Or what it's like to touch someone, and feel like you've come home? What we had wasn't about sex, or about being with someone just to show off what you've got, the way it was for other kids our age. We were, well, meant to be together. Some people spend their whole lives looking for that one person. I was lucky enough to have her all along." "As it turned out, hell wasn't watching the people you love get hurt; it was coming in during the second act, when it was already too late to stop it from happening." "Traveling is all very well and good as long as you knew there is a place or person you can call home." "When you love someone more than he loves you, you'll do anything to switch the scales. You dress the way you think he'd like you to dress. You pick up his favorite figures of expression. You tell yourself that if you re-create yourself in his image, then he'll crave you in the same way you crave him." "Things that break - be they bones, hearts, or promises - can be put back together but will never really be whole." "I imagine the touch of someone who loves you so much, he cannot bear to watch you sleep; and so you wake up with his hand on your heart." "What we all want, really, is to be loved. That craving drives our worst behavior." "But love wasn't about sacrifice, and it wasn't about falling short of someone's expectations. By definition, love made you better than good enough; it redefined perfection to include your traits, instead of excluding them. All any of us wanted, really, was to know that we counted. That someone else's life would not have been as rich without us here." "I don't belong to a religion. Religion's the reason the world's falling apart..." That's what religion does. It points a finger. It causes wars. It breaks apart countries. It's a petri dish for stereotypes to grow in. Religion's not about being holy," Shay said. "Just holier-than-thou." "So much of the language of love was like that: you devoured someone with your eyes, you drank in the sight of him,you swallowed him whole. Love was sustenance, broken down and beating through your bloodstream." "He believed in past lives. Moreover, he believed that the person you fell in love with in each life was the same person you fell in love with in the life before, and the one before that. Sometimes, you might miss her - she'd be reborn in post-World War I generation, and you wouldn't come back until the fifties. Sometimes, your paths would cross and you wouldn't recognize each other. Get it right - that is: fall madly, truly, deeply - and perhaps there'd be an eternity carved out solely for the two of you." "You fell in love with someone because of the tilt of his smile, or because he could make you laugh, or in this case, because he made you believe that you were the only one who could save him." "In nineteen minutes you can order a pizza and have it delivered. You can read a story to a child or have your oil changed. You can walk a mile. You can sew a hem. In nineteen minutes you can get revenge." "I drew it over my skin like a violins bow, No one would ever hear the song of my shame." "It made me think of my mother, when she made her pie crusts. She'd prick little holes all over the place. So it can breathe, she said. I was just breathing. I closed my eyes, anticipating each cut, feeling that wash of relief when it was done." ("You don’t have to say I love you to say I love you,” you said with a shrug. “All you have to do is say my name and I know.” “How?” When I looked down at you, I was struck by how much of myself I could see in the shape of your eyes, in the light of your smile. “Say Cassidy,” you instructed. “Cassidy.” “Say…Ursula.” “Ursula,” I parroted. “Now….,” and you pointed to your own chest. “Willow.” “Can’t you hear it?” you said. ” When you love someone, you say their name different. Like it’s safe inside your mouth.") "When you want something so desperately, you shake with the need for it. You tell yourself that you don't need more than one sip, because it's just the taste you crave, and once it's on your tongue you will be able to make it last a lifetime. You dream of it at night. You see a thousand mile-high obstacles between where you stand and what you want, and you convince yourself you have the power to hurdle them. You tell yourself this even when, leaping the first block, you wind up bruised and bloodied and flattened." "Suddenly, I don't want to be this person anymore. I don't want to pretend I'm fooling the world when I'm not. I want someone else to have a plan for me, because I'm not doing a very good job myself." "You can touch everything and be connected to nothing." "A filament of sensation sizzled between them, like a thin string of kerosene that, for the love of a match, could turn into a wall of fire." "The letters are mixed up. U and I should be together." "In life, perfect pitch is the ability to know someone from the inside out, even better maybe than she knows herself." "Imagine if you were the positive pole of a magnet, and you were told that under no circumstances were you allowed to touch that negative pole that was sucking you in like a black hole. Or if you crawled out of the desert and found a woman standing with a pitcher of ice water, but she held it out of your reach. Imagine jumping off a building, and then being told not to fall. That's what it feels like to want a drink." "The brain of a person in love will show activity in the amygdala, which is associated with gut feelings, and in the nucleus accumbens, an area associated with rewarding stimuli that tends to be active in drug abusers. Or, to recap: the brain of a person in love doesn't look like the brain of someone overcome by deep emotion. It looks like the brain of a person who's been snorting coke." "Missing someone gets easier every day because even though it's one day further from the last time you saw each other,it's one day closer to the next time you will." Oh gosh .__. I was copying and pasting this note on my iPhone to put into my Documents app O___o

KAITO FTW :D :D <3333333333333333 For obvious reasons

You get so revolted by the swear words she uses that you die. Zekrom (mascot of Pokemon White)

Someone who likes Matsuda

Of course I would think that >:] I ish Cheese-kun's #1 supporter ^.^ Someone who also supports Cheese-kun (reference: my signature :3)

Jean!

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