I wasn't going to do this, because I don't feel I have to explain what I do and don't want to see on my friends page, but eh. If I've unfriended you, it's not because I dislike you, I swear. It's probably because you haven't updated in forever, or I've realised that we don't really have very much in common, or (the same sort of thing) I don't understand half of your entries.
So, please don't take it personally. Unfriend me back. Some of you probably never read me anyway.
1. Reply and I'll respond with something random about you. 2. I'll tell you what song/movie reminds me of you. 3. I'll pick a flavoUr of jell-o angel delight to wrestle you in. 4. I'll say something that only makes sense to you and me. 5. I'll tell you my first or favourite memory of you. 6. I'll tell you what animal you remind me of. 7. I'll ask you something that I've always wondered about you. 8. If I do this for you, you must post this on your journal. You MUST. It is written.
Just let it be known that my answers will, most likely, suck rat balls.
Lincoln could turn around and look, but he knows those footsteps so well that he doesn't need to. He knows their rhythm, their weight, and he knows where they're headed.
There's nothing but fog before him, and the sun trying to burn a hole through it all just to make it truly feel like mourning. Look, the rest of the world is beautiful. It's just you. Just you.
I seem unable to write or think more than a few sentences of anything. The above took half an hour. I give up.