Audición para Bryanna Windflower:
¡Mafer! Estás más que aceptada, tengo que decirte que me alegra muchísimo que te guste la biografía, y que tengas tanto entusiasmo de rolearla y darle vida. ¡Tenemos muchas ganas de verla en acción! Y respecto al párrafo, aunque no sea de la biografía, tengo que decir que esta muy bien, y me ha encantado, me gusta tu forma de rolear y de expresarte. Así que con eso quiero decir que estás más que aceptada.
Esperamos el link de la cuenta de Bryanna, y el e-mail para agregarte al blog OOC.
¿Quien hace los gráficos de las biografías? buen trabajo
Hechas por Admin A, aca-Nay-Nay. Pero todo lo demás, la decoración del theme, la promoción, todo esta hecho por la magnifica Admin F. De todos modos, muchas gracias por decir que están bien, me gusta editarlos, y es un placer. ¡Muchas gracias carita gris! Por cierto.. únete al rp.
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Right before you sleep, you’re forced to think about all those memories you try so hard to forget. There’s always that one memory that hurts the most. You lay there in your soft haven, your forehead creasing from time to time. You just want to fall, dream, die, anything, but remember. Each struggle pierces you, each dart longer then the one before. You roll around, you’re uncomftorable. “Why did I have to bring this up on myself” you say. You cuss, over and over, under your breathe. You’re overcome with darkness. You feel incredibly sad, ugly, suicidal and embarrassed, yet there’s no one else in the room but you.
I’m trying to forget. No, you want to remember. Think of something happier. Hahah it’s not going to work. That cute boy, your crush. You’re doing this to yourself. He gives you that happy feeling. Remember that feeling, forget this memory. I’m still here. Forget it. I’m still here.
You can wish it away, you can wish there was some sort of machine that could erase these thoughts, but wishing is for pussies. Wishes don’t fucking come true anyway. Where was the car you wanted for your birthday last fall? Why hasn’t that awful rumor of you explained yet? Why do you still have this huge nose and facid tits and thighs bigger then your knee cap? Fuck wishing. Wait.. You think you’ve forgotten this memory. This talk about wishing and cars and tits, it’s brought you back to sanity. Sanity from what? A memory. Which memory…damn it.
Melancholy, back again. Square 1. Giving up. It’s engraved. It’s a part of you and you can’t help it. It will always be there as long as you believe it is.
