05:00 pm March 29th, 2005
MOVING ON
Why is it that the only appropriate song I can think of for this occasion is by Good Charlotte? Anyway, moving on... (hah, moving on, get it?)

[info]selfishlywarm
[info]selfishlywarm
[info]selfishlywarm

Go there and await my instructions.
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12:50 pm December 31st, 2004
Friends Only.
FRIENDS ONLY.

It isn't that I want to control who reads this - rather who doesn't. Comment & I promise to add you. (Unless I really don't like you.)
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06:45 pm December 30th, 2004
icons!
If you take one, then please comment (and credit). If you don't take one, then comment anyway. I like comments.

Teaser:




( clickkk )

(x-posted to [info]friends_icons)
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04:00 pm October 21st, 2004
icons! get your icons!
I'm ill and I have too much homework and coursework. Therefore, I make icons. (The logic's there - you have to really want to see it). They're ugly and pseudo-grunge, but let's look past that. Yeah.

If you take then comment & credit or I cry (do you want to see me cry? Is that what you want?).

Teasers:


( seven icons )

THE END!
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08:16 am October 10th, 2004

The Meaning Of Life
(or, how I made this icon) 
 



The short version:
Mash up loads of brushes and hope for the best. 
 
The long version:
( is here )


I have renewed respect for everyone who's ever written a tutorial. It's harder than it looks.
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I had a beautiful, beautiful time. The drives and the talks were amazing – the kind of friend I thought I’d never find. I had a beautiful, beautiful time.

You have a beautiful, beautiful smile – the way it curls and collapses on your lips. When you touch me, I shake like a child. It’s late – I’m afraid you might leave.

Because sometimes, it feels like you still don’t believe me. There’s nothing I can do to concentrate – it’s so distracting always thinking of you. So I expose, and explain, and I meant everything I said.

It’s moments like this that repeat and replay in my head when I’m laying in bed.

It’s a beautiful, beautiful time. As you laugh and roll onto your stomach, the carpet embraces your design. My heart pounds as I lay by your side, and I find that I am unable to hide all these feelings that flow.
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