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WHAT IS LOVE?
.Sunday 16 March 2014 ♫ 11:42
I don't know how I should be feeling. But I feel like the PS3 Sprites from the Umineko game would be better at portraying my emotions more than any other illustration. Rosa, as a person, is someone whom I can somewhat connect with, even though she's a horrible bitch-assed mother. But whatever. I'm not here to write about her at all.

And here's to hoping that people don't actually check this blog.

 I can practically image myself smiling in every situation. That's good, right? I don't know. Maybe it is. It just seems so much easier to just make this little face to make people think that you're ok. It's so natural and second-nature to me right now. It's so normal. Sometimes, I'm not even sure if I'm actually faking it or not. 

But whatever. I'll keep it short. I'm just tired. Again. Wow. I'm tired of doing anything. I've done so little in life, but why does it feel like I've exhausted every ounce of life in me already?

-Rin


The truth is always cruel and I want to cover my ears and eyes.







The Lady

Name: Alyce / Rinko
Age: 17
Birthday: 29011996
I'm female, I game, I draw, I cosplay
There's nothing much to say sometimes.

Cravings

What I want.
-Love
-Good job
-Peace
-Sleep

Questions


Sweet Escapes

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Memories


-May 2011
-July 2011
-August 2011
-October 2011
-November 2011
-December 2011
-January 2012
-February 2012
-March 2012
-April 2012
-June 2012
-July 2012
-August 2012
-October 2012
-December 2012
-March 2013
-April 2013
-May 2013
-June 2013
-July 2013
-August 2013
-September 2013
-October 2013
-December 2013
-January 2014
-March 2014

Melodies


.As long as you love me - Justin Bieber
.Angel with a Shotgun - The Cab
.Killing our Memories - Fable
.Pieces - Red
.If you cant hang - Sleeping with Sirens
.Suicide Note - Kyle Spratt
.When She Cries - Britt Nicole
.Mirrors - Justin Timberlake
Music Beats

Many Thanks

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