#demxning

[theblackfamilysheep]

demxning replied to your post: VAN HALEN YES do you prefer david lee roth or sammy hagar??

I’ve always preferred David Lee Roth, though my dad prefers Sammy Hagar. Lol was that the right answer? xD

[theblackfamilysheep]

ヾ(⌐■_■)ノ

ヾ(⌐■_■)ノ♪: what are your favorite band(s)/artist(s)?

Lol right to the hard questions.. I’m like all over the place with music honestly. I like The Pretty Reckless, Evanescence, Three Days Grace, Chevelle, Stone Sour, White Stripes.. Motley Crue, Bon Jovi, Van Halen, Journey, Foreigner.. Ed Sheeran, Lorde, Lana Del Rey, Arctic Monkeys, Savage Garden.. Avenged Sevenfold, Billy Squire, Stevie Nicks, The Civil Wars, Paramore..

I really like music.. Mostly rock honestly, but I like things I can sing to a lot as well, and I’m a soprano and sound better with softer songs, so I love bands like The Civil Wars too.

[pridefxl-archive-blog]

( demxning ) 

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             angel was not in the best of moods, not foul just ... unpleasant.              which wasn't saying much because lucifer's definition of an               unpleasant mood was probably something akin to rage to               anyone else.

                   ' oi ----------- lend me a couple dollars. '

             wasn't even a question, just a demand. wanted to get a few              sweet things to chew on and hope that lightened his mood. 

[wxndiigo]

demxning replied to your post:demxning replied to your post:i have AIM available...

DAMN ur good at wooing people because im on the website ready to make an acc. but skype is the supreme ruler of IM JS

i am no.1 cupid in my class, thanks for noticing ;) hehhehwheheh. i know but it makes me feel gross :(

[wxndiigo]

demxning replied to your post:i have AIM available just sayin’

this isnt 2008 nerd [whispers] i dont remember the password to my old account and im tempted to make a new one why

*sobs in a corner bcos---- oh waiT IDC.* dude i gave up on skype for the most part. it's just a mess. you should, you know why? so we can talk B)

[mercutix]

"make y'ah deal. you distract the hotdog stand guy, i'll give you..-- 30% or the hotodgs i manage to grab. which if you ask me is a fair share, 'cuz if i get caught, i'm the one who's gonna have to flirt my way outta arrest."

     [he isn't interested in cash in the register, just hotdogs.      and his own wallet is dangerously thin. even if he had      the cash, hotdogs taste better with a side of adrenaline.]

[constantdriift]

demxning

                               Safety wasn't a place for Isaac.                                Safety was peace of mind.

     And it was the naive and dangerous necessity to close      his eyes without the fear a hand would snap out of the      dark and circle around his neck that made him such a      reckless man. That made him such a weak man. 

                                ------------- but it had led him here. To Monty. 

     And despite how dangerous it was, for both      him and the kid, Isaac used whatever well of      mental strength he had and disguised those      worries and dark clouds with smiles and his      naivety. He needed his peace of mind. And      that was Monty.

     Isaac hefted his knapsack, and dropped his duffle-bag      at his feet before knocking. Monty was expecting him,      but Isaac still felt the warm stir of eager, innocent      excitement in his gut at surprising him like this. Showing      up, after what felt like too long. 

[transcendedhumanity-blog]

нανιиg яυи ;;

demxning

   "The habit of being happy enables one to be freed, or largely freed, from the dominion of outward conditions." — Robert Louis Stevenson.

   No amount of acknowledgement could have prepared most outsiders for the sheer bustle of the crowned New York City; much less anyone who had never found the exposure of the world before. Understanding instead of whitewashed walls and sterility, seldom had the experiment clasped the concept of that which had been beyond her reach before. Her world had been a whirr of machinery and blinding lights split tandem by the operating room.

   So many voices, so many memories—it was beyond the very essence of immeasurable. Wherever she turned and chanced to wander, she was assaulted by fleeting whims of thought that were almost tangible; ever there yet without a grasp. Portions of it was a sheer amount of static; audacious and disorienting.

   Too much. Too many. Blind as the albino was, everything was a hazard: near-hits and misses with an onslaught of traffic and with nothing but the medical garment on her back to a name that was taken away long, long ago. Was it any wonder that she ran, to free herself from the chains of voices unheard?

   She did not know how close she was to the other until it was too late—and promptly ran into them with quite a feat of force.

   "O-Oh! Forgive me!"