Dressed to kill.

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Prodigy.

Paraluman. Not because every description fits but because I think they do. 21st century Audrey Hepburn wannabe. The icon died the exact day before I was born. No sidecar. Impossible. A dancer spelled with a G equals danger. iDance. Hi, I'm Gellah.

Thy Love.

See, there's so much to love in this world. Why don't we for a sec forget the hate and disgust, and fall in love instead. Spread thy love.

Following.

Anything goes.

Been stabbed one too many times. I have real friends, some good ones, or so I thought. Look, if you hate me, just don't bother spending time to go here. You know it's not worth your connection bill at all. So there, leave if you loathe. P.S. It's bad to hate. :)

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8 June 11

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“ Once again, he’s all I think about, despite my best efforts to keep him out my head. He just keeps coming back, coming back, and I know I’m attracted to him- not just because he had the best smile or played very well or looked very pleasing. I’m attracted to him and I don’t know why. It doesn’t feel like those trite feelings that other girls have once they see some good-looking guy. It’s something else, something that goes deeper than that, and I wonder if this was how love felt like.

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Pretty much explains everything I’m feeling right now.

Themed by Hunson. Originally by Josh

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