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Pixxie.Love's profile
I keep making the mistakes that I try not to. x.
- Member since
- Jan 2nd, 2008
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- Last login:
- May 17th, 2009
About Me
I'm PIXIE. Or Cassandra. I'm completely legal for everything, at least it my country. I am all that, so don't try to convince anyone otherwise. I'm a bit of an arrogant bitch, but a whole lotta people love me anyway. XDD I'm single, and it hurt for a while, I'll give you that Rayne.
Newest Creations
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[Original] Pretty Please [slash] Trick Me [oo3] |
5.00 |
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[Original] Pretty Please [slash] Trick Me [oo2] |
5.00 |
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[Original] Pretty Please [slash] Trick Me [oo1] |
5.00 |
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[One] Radio's In Heaven? [Shot] |
5.00 |
Friends
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Latest Journal Entry
February 23, 2008
Life..
I was thinking about how so many people kill themselves. One of my deeper moments if you ask me.Then I thought, when you're dead, you can't see the bright blue of the sky or the smilies on your friends face's. You can't hear laughter or the waves crashing to the shore. You can't feel the heat, the rain against your skin or the touch of someone special.
Without life, there's no music, no beat. There's no cookies or tripping over your own feet. No funny faces or spinning around until your legs turn to jelly.
There's no flower in full bloom, there is no giggles and no way of making someone blush.
There's no one to hold you close, spin you round and tell you they love you.
There's no one to make you smile, and there's no one to tell you, you're beautiful.
There's no freshly baked cupcakes or smiles from old ladies walking down the street.
When you're dead, you can't just get on a skateboard and go, and there's no fields where you can just run and run and run until you collapse, laughing and staring at the clouds. There's no stars in the sky and there's no small lights in the distance.
There's no pain, but there's no happiness either.
There's no laughter, love, giggles, blushes, or falling over. There's no pouts or gasps.
So, really, let's all live this life we have. It's a gift, and not one we should hide until our bed.
kisses from pixie!
