The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved...the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars.
Jack Kerouac (1922 - 1969), "On the Road"
They said I'd never find someone better than him.
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SCREW YOU HATER!! YOUR STILL NOT HERE!!!
hahahaha. :P
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I miss you.
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*hug*
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