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BlindchildRaveR


BlindchildRaveR
Kent, Washington
Member for 13 years

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ABOUT ME
i write alot of story's and i'm working on my master pice.
i'm very friendly sometimes random :3
people call me mojoz or mojojojo anythin works :P
8D ^^ 83 :D d(^.^)b O3O (>^.^)> <(^.^<) :3O

INTERESTS AND FAVORITES
Books: neverwhere, strems of blood, shadow: what sarah sees, other's don't, lightning thief
Music: sacerfice, suicide, lady's dress, birthday crash
Movies: finding nemo, Avatar, garfiled 1&2, disney movies
TV Shows: family guy, american dad, dr.tran, inuyasha
Interests: running through the forest, swimming, writing, hanging out with friends


BlindchildRaveR BRONZE, Kent, Washington
1 article 1 photo 1 comment

Favorite Quote:
"Rave don't hate <3'"

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By BlindchildRaveR BRONZE
Kent, Washington
BlindchildRaveR BRONZE, Kent, Washington
1 article 1 photo 1 comment

Favorite Quote:
"Rave don't hate <3'"

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By emmabr BRONZE
Columbia, Maryland
emmabr BRONZE, Columbia, Maryland
1 article 33 photos 3 comments

Favorite Quote:
Outside the station, she stands with her child on the side of the street, taking pictures of cars.

You think she's insane. Until, one day, you notice that she's taking pictures of the license plates of the cars her child gets into.

Because you look. But you do not see.

And she walks out the shop with bags full of cat food. You think she's some crazy cat lady until you find out, she has no cats.

Because you eat. But you do not taste.

It's been a while since their last album but he assures you, he's doing just fine these days, white flecks in his nostrils. Then he asks you if he can spend the night on your couch, even though it stinks.

Because you sniff. But you do not smell.

And they say "Just OK" when you ask them how school was. Then you wonder what they're hiding until you find their diary and the last entry reads "I wish you'd give me some privacy."

Because you listen. But you do not hear.

And they've got a bruise over their eye and you run the tips of your fingers over it and ask them how it happened. You believe them. Until it happens again.

Because you touch. But you do not feel.

And they walk past you everyday, one million stories, each waiting to be told. Waiting for you to ask.

Because you live. But very few, love.

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By emmabr BRONZE
Columbia, Maryland
emmabr BRONZE, Columbia, Maryland
1 article 33 photos 3 comments

Favorite Quote:
Outside the station, she stands with her child on the side of the street, taking pictures of cars.

You think she's insane. Until, one day, you notice that she's taking pictures of the license plates of the cars her child gets into.

Because you look. But you do not see.

And she walks out the shop with bags full of cat food. You think she's some crazy cat lady until you find out, she has no cats.

Because you eat. But you do not taste.

It's been a while since their last album but he assures you, he's doing just fine these days, white flecks in his nostrils. Then he asks you if he can spend the night on your couch, even though it stinks.

Because you sniff. But you do not smell.

And they say "Just OK" when you ask them how school was. Then you wonder what they're hiding until you find their diary and the last entry reads "I wish you'd give me some privacy."

Because you listen. But you do not hear.

And they've got a bruise over their eye and you run the tips of your fingers over it and ask them how it happened. You believe them. Until it happens again.

Because you touch. But you do not feel.

And they walk past you everyday, one million stories, each waiting to be told. Waiting for you to ask.

Because you live. But very few, love.

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By madimadi42 BRONZE
Winter Park, Florida
madimadi42 BRONZE, Winter Park, Florida
3 articles 5 photos 6 comments

Favorite Quote:
"No good at life, but very funny sometimes with the commentary."
-- kurt vonnegut

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By emmabr BRONZE
Columbia, Maryland
emmabr BRONZE, Columbia, Maryland
1 article 33 photos 3 comments

Favorite Quote:
Outside the station, she stands with her child on the side of the street, taking pictures of cars.

You think she's insane. Until, one day, you notice that she's taking pictures of the license plates of the cars her child gets into.

Because you look. But you do not see.

And she walks out the shop with bags full of cat food. You think she's some crazy cat lady until you find out, she has no cats.

Because you eat. But you do not taste.

It's been a while since their last album but he assures you, he's doing just fine these days, white flecks in his nostrils. Then he asks you if he can spend the night on your couch, even though it stinks.

Because you sniff. But you do not smell.

And they say "Just OK" when you ask them how school was. Then you wonder what they're hiding until you find their diary and the last entry reads "I wish you'd give me some privacy."

Because you listen. But you do not hear.

And they've got a bruise over their eye and you run the tips of your fingers over it and ask them how it happened. You believe them. Until it happens again.

Because you touch. But you do not feel.

And they walk past you everyday, one million stories, each waiting to be told. Waiting for you to ask.

Because you live. But very few, love.

BrittneySamantha SILVER, Tomball, Texas
8 articles 6 photos 32 comments

Favorite Quote:
you may say im a dreamer, but im not the only one -john lennon

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