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| User: | her_solace (8944136) Bibere venenum in aurum.
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| Name: | Amanda | |||||
| Website: | Films and I - The Endless Affair | |||||
| Location: | Chicago, Illinois, United States | |||||
| Birthdate: | 1984-07-27 | |||||
| E-mail: | wehavelostourway@gmail.com | |||||
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| AOL IM: |  Miss MandyKat (Add Buddy, Send Message) | |||||
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| Bio: | A toast to you, to life, á la vie, zum leben – because there are broken records that spin inside ourselves and we are not done learning from our mistakes, because there are too many things we have not yet touched, because we still keep promises and secrets pressed like flowers between bible-thin pages and still have time to reveal them, because soon you will see that life feels like champagne bubbles, because if we could open our eyes we would not spend our lives nursing our scars and could realize that the scent of flowers makes us dizzy, because the way you look at me makes me feel like i’m on a soft-ocean bed of waves, because we have yet to see our friends take down literature, the film industry, and the government, because there are chocolate-covered seedy strawberries, because this city sleeps too far underground, because science just might give us immortality, because we refuse to use dictionaries to understand the meaning of solace, because the beat of the song will never be what carries us, because Siddhārtha Gautama is not the only one who will reach enlightenment, because if no one will read the books i will use my skin to tell the stories, because everyone told us we are the future but we are not wealthy enough for it yet, because someone has to invent words to describe our emotions, because one day we will have time after work to take the road less traveled, because maybe the beats had it all right but we still have time to do better, because we are meant to lay in the grass and feel sand under our feet, because we haven’t drunk the earl grey tea with little blue flowers, because inside all of us there is a shivering spark of a revolution waiting to ignite, because we should never become comfortable, because we cannot breathe in beauty through photography, because the coffee i make will taste different each morning, because apathy is a poison that burns through our veins so we must remind ourselves to step back towards the edge, because the greatest love story hasn’t been written yet, because one day like lotus flowers we will push our hard petals up through the mud and blossom, because there are ink and needles to rub under our skin until we float, because we have to drive for at least six hours to get a clear view of the sky, because your fingernails make my skin prick up until i shake, because we will show them that we are more than just paper dolls, because those 365 days are dripped in possibility. [for him]  I sold my soul:  [p.s. - sort of credit to __zebrastripes for layout] | |||||
| Interests: | 1: you | |||||
| Schools: | DePaul University - Chicago, IL | |||||
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| Mutual Friends: | 14: balthasaar, bubblesofdeath, bubblesofphoto, bubblesofpoetry, giveadont, karmaforone, killerrobotdude, lilviolingrrl, lionheart22, lord_tricondis, scathedobsidian, shadowkitten87, smart_ass_sub, soylent_bomb | |||||
| Member of: | 5: __zebrastripes, animal_lives, fug_bug, tngc, warhammer_fb | |||||
| Account type: | Basic Account | |||||
