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Comment and I'll give you a color that I think represents you, and then you list ten things you like in that color!
villainny gave me "shades of green and gold".
Summer in England, late summer where the colours become rich and the moors catch fire and the beaches are filled with wankers, and everyone else is a pansy and moans about the heat. It is green and gold like fields of crops, and everything is alive and dozing in the sun. I spent most of my summers lonely, but on the plus side I was less miserable then than with people, and I have some fond if fleeting memories of driving through the countryside and watching fields of rapeseed swaying in the breeze, or stomping through someone's cornfield on the one bit of it you were actually allowed to walk on. Summer is the seaon when I have the physical/psychological ABILITY to feel happy. I get a bit narked when something ruins that window of opportunity for me.
Ma corset. Seriously, look at it. I commissioned that bitch. It holds in my backfat and doesn't squeeze my boobs. It has shiny buttons and shiny braid and green-and-gold patterning and I paid for it myself with my money from my job that actually kept me. Victory corset. It looks fucking fantastic and completely changes the way I walk. I get to be someone completely different when I wear it.
Anishvaravadi is a golden god.
Pretty good RockNRolla fic
villainny gave me "shades of green and gold".
Summer in England, late summer where the colours become rich and the moors catch fire and the beaches are filled with wankers, and everyone else is a pansy and moans about the heat. It is green and gold like fields of crops, and everything is alive and dozing in the sun. I spent most of my summers lonely, but on the plus side I was less miserable then than with people, and I have some fond if fleeting memories of driving through the countryside and watching fields of rapeseed swaying in the breeze, or stomping through someone's cornfield on the one bit of it you were actually allowed to walk on. Summer is the seaon when I have the physical/psychological ABILITY to feel happy. I get a bit narked when something ruins that window of opportunity for me.
Ma corset. Seriously, look at it. I commissioned that bitch. It holds in my backfat and doesn't squeeze my boobs. It has shiny buttons and shiny braid and green-and-gold patterning and I paid for it myself with my money from my job that actually kept me. Victory corset. It looks fucking fantastic and completely changes the way I walk. I get to be someone completely different when I wear it.
Anishvaravadi is a golden god.
Pretty good RockNRolla fic