| One of my most recent pictures. Yeah that is of me. I really wasn't aiming for this time of picture, but I absolutely love what I got. |


WindHe is like the wind to me, The very air I breathe, The songs that are carried on the breeze, Whispers tunes and plays with my hair. He blows the clouds away, Bringing the bright beauty and warmth of the sun, No matter how dark my day. Gusts that pull me along with them, Moving towards the light so my day is never dim, He is also wild like the wind during a storm, Raging on until he finds the one thing to stop him. Unstoppable once he truly has his mind set on something. Powerful enough to sweep you off your feet, And my heart is his to keep.Wind
| Hi! I'm Sky! I'm not always this hyper, I promise. Believe me, it's a very good thing that I'm not. I get very bored all the time so send me a note or leave me a comment to distract me. I rp all the time, so thats a plus too... Um... I like music a lot. If you like it too rock on. I know I don't really have much loaded but that will change most definetly change. I'm a dancer/photographer/writer/singer/randomotherstuff. So yeah! Thanks for looking at my page! I'll talk to you sometime if you leave me a message or something. Love you guys -Schuyler♥ |
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i prefer to be an obnoxious werewolf than a bloodsucking vampire
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How do I love you? Let me count the ways...... 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, ..............~Six hours later~ 1940 1941 oh forget it. You get the point right?!
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i prefer to be an obnoxious werewolf than a bloodsucking vampire
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I might join your century, but only as a doubtful guest.
"Wait a second, I just gotta sort out my bloomers~" "Oh, we're so normal.."
"Oh no, 3 syllables is too long a name for my hat.."
*evilglare* . . . "IM NAMING IT MARIE ANTOINETTE" 8DDD
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Waiting for your call I'm sick, call I'm angry, call I'm desperate for your voice. I'm listening to the song we used to sing, in the car. Do you remember Butterfly? Early summer... It's playing on repeat... Just like when we would meet...
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Waiting for your call I'm sick, call I'm angry, call I'm desperate for your voice. I'm listening to the song we used to sing, in the car. Do you remember Butterfly? Early summer... It's playing on repeat... Just like when we would meet...
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If your Irish, come down to the parlor! *Sings*
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Am I ugly sad as you? Or am I origami, folded up and just pretend?
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