RiverSong98
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Team Daley, GBR.
Joined: June 30, 2011
Last Seen: 7 years
Birthday: June 5
user id: 189236
Gender: F
Joined: June 30, 2011
Last Seen: 7 years
Birthday: June 5
user id: 189236
Gender: F
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I feel it in my bones...
Kat/Katnip/Slips here. I refuse to sink. I'm a wallflower, a Gleek, a nerd, a dreamer, and a lot of other things. Basically, I love all things Brittish and skateboarding. You're bound to find me with my nose in a book, sketch pad in hand, and earphones in. I dance all the time, in tap shoes, bare feet, pointe shoes, or converse. Life got pretty damn exciting when I started hanging out with my lovies Zach-Attack, Kira, Taylor, and Ben. My headphones are most likely blaring Imagine Dragons, Blink-182, Apache Relay, Mumford&Sons, Muse, My Chemical Romance, Skillet, Michael Jackson, Green Day, Sleeping With Sirens, Fall Out Boy, Linkin Park, or some other truly fantastic band. I'm a die-hard Potterhead and Whovian. I'm an obsessive gamer - Halo is my forte. My favorite movies are (500) Days of Summer, Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy, and Red Tails. It's my dream to be a pilot in the United States Air Force. My religion is Atheism, basically the belief in absolutely nothing. My Tumblr is miss-katnip-everdeen.tumblr.com.
If you're awesome, you'll go check out Kira (xxokiraxxo), Ben (BENJAMING), and Taylor (LoveTaylorRose). :3
My Mantra: When people hurt you over and over, think of them like sandpaper; They may scratch and hurt you a bit, but in the end, you end up polished and they end up useless.
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Kat/Katnip/Slips here. I refuse to sink. I'm a wallflower, a Gleek, a nerd, a dreamer, and a lot of other things. Basically, I love all things Brittish and skateboarding. You're bound to find me with my nose in a book, sketch pad in hand, and earphones in. I dance all the time, in tap shoes, bare feet, pointe shoes, or converse. Life got pretty damn exciting when I started hanging out with my lovies Zach-Attack, Kira, Taylor, and Ben. My headphones are most likely blaring Imagine Dragons, Blink-182, Apache Relay, Mumford&Sons, Muse, My Chemical Romance, Skillet, Michael Jackson, Green Day, Sleeping With Sirens, Fall Out Boy, Linkin Park, or some other truly fantastic band. I'm a die-hard Potterhead and Whovian. I'm an obsessive gamer - Halo is my forte. My favorite movies are (500) Days of Summer, Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy, and Red Tails. It's my dream to be a pilot in the United States Air Force. My religion is Atheism, basically the belief in absolutely nothing. My Tumblr is miss-katnip-everdeen.tumblr.com.
If you're awesome, you'll go check out Kira (xxokiraxxo), Ben (BENJAMING), and Taylor (LoveTaylorRose). :3
My Mantra: When people hurt you over and over, think of them like sandpaper; They may scratch and hurt you a bit, but in the end, you end up polished and they end up useless.
Layout credit: captivated & savxoxo12.
RiverSong98's Favorite Quotes
Can't anybody see
how fast
I'm
falling?
I'm tired.
Tired of feeling like this,
Tired of dealing with you,
Tired of hating who I am,
Tired of trying to convinve myself I'm worth it,
Tired of people hating me and my opinion,
Tired of fighting,
Tired of people,
Tired of trying.,
Tired of being tired,
I'm just tired.
What ever happened to
"always count on you"?
What ever happened to, "I love you."?
What ever happened too, "I can help,"?
What ever happened to me and you?
What ever happened to me loving me?
What ever happened to us?
What ever happened to, "I love you."?
What ever happened too, "I can help,"?
What ever happened to me and you?
What ever happened to me loving me?
What ever happened to us?
Distort! Adjust, adapt, twist and turn, deep into the very dark
you've feared all your life.
All their eyes on you. Testing, calculating, devising with crooked grins and eyes that mock; determined to leave no tissue unripped. Your surroundings in high definition, halfway vertigo. You hear the rush, smell the dryness, taste the staleness, skin crawling to the horrid air, fumed with antiseptics and garlic, all around you. Maybe garlic to warn off vampire in the night from their blood banks. The blood of your family. You start shaking, unruly hair falling over the sides of your face. When was the last time it was brushed? How long since you've been brought here? Long enough for the venom of their silent chastising to seep through your blood, only to spread and paralyze every inch.
Control, damnit, control your head! You vigorously will yourself to obey.
"Will you just st-" They tried to calm you down. Take control of you. You. You.
"No!" You screamed. Another attack, count to ten and hold your tongue.
All they want to see from you - is what they want of you. They claim to give you choices in life - which they surely they give. But your choice is irrelevant, you are irrelevant. They spend their lives manipulating you, distorting every bit of life that has ever been yours' into theirs' for all that they've missed. They have put out your fire, a fury embers overtakes.
"I'm leaving." You finally manage.
"Why?"
"Why not?!" You yell. "You took me, took my parents'. Sayin' you'd help, but only making worse of it all." You continued with gritted teeth as you rise from your seat to leave.
"Sit down, Richie." The woman said, unaffected. Though soft voice, the command was evident and you almost changed your mind.
But with every remaining or created dignity you had, you turned around, walked a few steps, only to feel a sharp pain shoot up from your lower back. A slight scream left your dry, pale lips.
Screw you. You thought, right before all went black.
All their eyes on you. Testing, calculating, devising with crooked grins and eyes that mock; determined to leave no tissue unripped. Your surroundings in high definition, halfway vertigo. You hear the rush, smell the dryness, taste the staleness, skin crawling to the horrid air, fumed with antiseptics and garlic, all around you. Maybe garlic to warn off vampire in the night from their blood banks. The blood of your family. You start shaking, unruly hair falling over the sides of your face. When was the last time it was brushed? How long since you've been brought here? Long enough for the venom of their silent chastising to seep through your blood, only to spread and paralyze every inch.
Control, damnit, control your head! You vigorously will yourself to obey.
"Will you just st-" They tried to calm you down. Take control of you. You. You.
"No!" You screamed. Another attack, count to ten and hold your tongue.
All they want to see from you - is what they want of you. They claim to give you choices in life - which they surely they give. But your choice is irrelevant, you are irrelevant. They spend their lives manipulating you, distorting every bit of life that has ever been yours' into theirs' for all that they've missed. They have put out your fire, a fury embers overtakes.
"I'm leaving." You finally manage.
"Why?"
"Why not?!" You yell. "You took me, took my parents'. Sayin' you'd help, but only making worse of it all." You continued with gritted teeth as you rise from your seat to leave.
"Sit down, Richie." The woman said, unaffected. Though soft voice, the command was evident and you almost changed your mind.
But with every remaining or created dignity you had, you turned around, walked a few steps, only to feel a sharp pain shoot up from your lower back. A slight scream left your dry, pale lips.
Screw you. You thought, right before all went black.
