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Basics
Name: Christina, Tina or Chris if you don't mind
Age: 14 X__x
Sexuality (optional): Bisexual
Location: Australia
Favorite...
Bands/artists (at least 5): A.F.I, Jack Off Jill, Dir en Grey, Blink 182 (random: Australians say one EIGHT two..apparantly the rest of the world doesnt) Bright Eyes, Rasputina, The Vines, Utada Hikaru
+Movie(s): Amelie, Pleasantville, Moonchild
+Book(s): Chinese Cinderella, Catcher in the Rye, To Kill A Mockingbird
+Author(s): J.D Salinger (he warps my mind XD) and Diana Wyne Jones
+Food(s): Ramen noodles.
+Song (only one!): Devil with the black dress on (Jack Off Jill)
+Quote (only one!): 'The course of true love never did run smoothly' -Shakespeare
+TV Show: 0__X I hardly watch TV anymore
+Movie Genre: Artsy/comedy. (I'm SURE theres such things)
+Book Genre: ..old book?
+Music Genre: rock/alternative/emo
+Color: rainbow ^^ (cheating I know)
Either/Or...
+Books or Movies: Books
+Steak or Chicken: Chicken
+Reading or Math: READING *hates maths with a passion*
+Sweet or Sour: Sweet
+Smart or Strong: Smart
+Sword or Gun: Sword
+Modern or Antique: Antique
+Old or New: Old
+Science or Fantasy: Fantasy
+Love or Hate: Love
+Kisses or Hugs: Hugs
+Life or Death: Life! w00t!
Essay Questions
+If you could change one thing about yourself physically and emotionally, what would either one be...and why? Pyshically I would KILL to be taller, I look very young for my age. And emotionally I'd like to be less sensitive and able to handle rejection better.
+If you had one day to live, what would you do and who would you tell? I would take a flight to Japan with my best friend and we'd go insane in the city. Then I'd call every person I've ever known and have a last talk. XD, corny I know.
+If the person you most loved told you they were going to die, what would you do? Anything and everything I could to make their last days the best ever.
+If your best friend came out to be gay, what would you do? >D probably ask if they'd make out with me *is bi* no seriously? I'd support them as best as i could and never let ANYONE put me down.
+Do you hate anyone, and why? Hate is such a strong word. People use it mostly when they don't fully understand something...but I hate anyone who does anything wrong to my friends..and racists/homophobes.
+Do you believe abortion is right? I don't believe in absolute rights and absolute wrongs...
+Do you believe in sex before marriage? Yes. Some people don't GET married these days, and shouldn't be guilted into it.
+How about interracial marriages? Love is love, everyone has the same rights no matter what colour skin.
+What do you think about religion? If it makes you happy then it's good for you. Religion brings people closer together but it's not for everyone.
+If you had to choose one thing to take with you to a desert island what would you bring? Music in any form.
+What is one thing that could always make you laugh? the word 'noiner'.
+Share something you have written with us, and if you have never written anything, write something now.
Well..I haven't written in ages so this is basically old stuff:
Spider lace and plastic fate
Saving grace, its just too late
Kill it now with poison tounge
God forbid it should live on
Plastic remeberance, covered in scars
silver adolesence, emblazoned in stars
Spider lace its not too late
saving grace and plastic fate
Dont surrender, draw her blood
Ill forgive her, my name to mud.
And now remain to steal
the day and leave
you far behind.
LMAO..this one is old and kinda long..go you if you read it all!:
ark, dark hair, contrasting sharply with the paleness of her face.
Stray strands of this precious darkness fall into eyes of cerulean blue that watch silently.
Her soft, dark lips open in absentminded concentration. She writes, long flowing script in black pencil.
The depth of her soul is unleashed onto the paper, her torment like the crashing of black waves.
You'd never think that, beholding the gentle blue of her innocent eyes. Those wide eyes lined in black kohl. So no-one asks, and she never tells. And the things that she feels are expressed only on paper, hidden away in a leatherbound book. Away from prying eyes.
That pale, pale hand is run through her hair, she blinks the wide, heavy lashed eyes. Her concentration is broken.
A small sigh escapes those crimson-stained lips, eyes turned towards the sky.
With each passing moment, her guilt grows a little more. And she writes down her every little wrong-doing, her every broken secret, her every satisfied temptation.
But none of these compare the the first temptation.
The memories come back as a flood, but blurry around the edges. And, like an almost forgotten movie, these memories trigger the other memories. Almost like a chain.
She remembers the sheets of heavy, black rain. The footprints in the mud. The hatred that settled in her chest.
That costricted around her heart. The evil that the hatred fed, that posoined her every thought, her every breath, her every movement.
And she lived with that evil, she let it consume everything. She let it consume the faint traces of good in her.
The dye from the black velvet ran down her arms, staining those pale, pale hands. And the dark, dark hair hung heavily around the soft-featured face. And she looked out from under that dark, dark hair with those cerulean eyes, looking out with the hatred from the evil that possessed her.
Her gentle hand went to the stained-black arm, and it was shrugged off, accompanied by a look of pure disgust.
The concerned eyes pierced her tormented soul.She felt tears welling behind her eyes. Annoyed at the fact that someone who she hated so much could still make her cry.
And the poisoned, black blood that ran through those veins, and beat underneath the thin, white skin ran faster. And she lost control.
The memories faded like the silver stars that littered the indigo sky, as the golden sun rose.
She stretched out an arm lazily, reaching for another sheet of paper. And again, she saw the tiny black smudge on her arm, the one that wouldn't fade. No matter how much she washed it.
A permanant reminder, of the first temptaion, the very first sin.
So she hides herself away from the world, like a diamond set in stone. And the guilt grows, and poisons the precious stone.
From an outsiders point of view, those soft, pale hands look as though they could never do any possible harm. And the sweet, crimson lips can speak nothing but honeyed words.
That's why you shouldnt trust the outsider.
And she writes of pain, and trust and love. And writes of stolen gazes. She draws the person she'll never be, and cries over the people who trusted her.
Her beautiful drawings, her beautiful letters are crumpled up in turn. Thrown into a corner. Because they'll never measure up to the visions in her mind.
And she closes the cover of the leatherbound book, runs a hand over the smooth red surface. And as she does that, she closes off the memories.
As she smiles peacefully for the last time, a gentle smile on those crimson lips, and the poisoned blood makes tracks down the pale, pale arms.
She closes the cerulean eyes, for the very last time. Breathes her very last breath through the sweet, soft mouth.
And the newly cleansed blood washes away the black, black stain.
Etc.
+Share something, anything about yourself that you think we should know.
I cry watching make-over TV shows, I badly need a haircut and I love languages.
+What would you bring to this community?
Insanity. I am completely insane most of the time, you just caught me during a make-over show, wait untill the addbreak ^__^
+Give us one good reason why you should be accepted?
Because..uhm...I have inner beauty ^^ or so I like to think XD
Pictures
Post at LEAST 3 clear pictures of you
eeep..I was dreading this:
(whoreish photo mind you)
XD, stupid angle