As a presento, I will write a Valenwind fanfiction
Skiing
I fail at that myself so badly, hahaha. So guess who is going to end up with his noise in the snow? It starts with a C.. and it ends with ....Wind.
Hahaha! Oh I will love to write this


Lollipop lifeWith pigtails in our hair and necklaces in the color of the rainbow Lolita dresses with laces Where black meets pinkLollipop life
Candy enters our mouth As we refuse to eat something else We jump on beds until we're tired And we love to have pillowfights all night long
We chase eachother in the garden Play with the dog, hug the cat We scream at people in the street Miss. Prank and Miss. Mischief
Our teddy bears never leave our side Though we're seventeen years old We stuck out our tongue to old people who say we don't have any manners  


What do I tell my heart? What do I tell my heart? When it bleeds and sighs What do I tell my heart? When it begs and cries What do I tell my heart? Those feelings are nothing but lies What do I tell my heart? Though my heart will fail, it still triesWhat do I tell my heart?


1K Valenwind - SkiingWarning : Valenwind (boy x boy) , implied Reno x Rufus, Cid's mouth and Kadaj in a pink jumpsuit. You have been warned.1K Valenwind - Skiing
" T'is jest like walkin' with sticks...Only then with those things underneath yer feet" Vincent raised his left eyebrow. That was one hell of a strange description of skiing. " Jest try it already!" Cid said and waved with his arms, laughing. Carefully, Vincent put one feet in his ski. There was a sound of a click and before he knew what was going on, he was dragged along by the elder pilot. Cid wasn't going to ski, because that was for starters, he was going to snowboard. &nbs


Death is my best friendBrown hair falls down on her shoulders as she bows her head in sorrow. She doesn't speak or cry, but moves forward in the field. It is night and even the moon is gone, it's so dark she can barely see where she is walking. Her long white dress is dragged along with her, getting more dirty every single step she takes. She sighs as she makes her way through the field. Her feet touch the ground again and again in an endless rythm. She hums to herself and looks up at the black black sky. And this time she does cry, little sobs escaping her lips before she could even try to stop it. She doesn't really fight the tears, but she wantsDeath is my best friend
Sorry dat ik je zoveel over Frans vraag, maar ik moet eigenlijk nog een ding weten: je mag La vie devant soi in twee periodes lezen, maar hoe moet je dat dan met je boekverslag doen?
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Not fog... mist!
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i'm not afraid to die. but i'm afraid to dry./
"Je ne suis pas daccord avec ce que vous dites, mais je me
battrai jusqu? la mort pour que vous ayez le droit de le dire"
So... do you... already know the books for French? I don't want to bug you buuuut since we have to read many other books I just hoped that you did know. ^.^
Anyway lol... so did you go to the party yesterday? I obviously didn't x.x I know it's stupid but I don't like the loud music and the great crowds of people...
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"I saw that." -God
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"Then how about this? Every year you visit Midgar once. There, I will be waiting. And I will be listening to your worthless stories as if I have no interest in them at all." (Vincent is a jerk)
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Correct me if I'm wrong... but hasn't the fine line between sanity and madness gotten finer...?
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92% of teens moved on to rap music. If you're the 8% that rocks out put this in your sign!
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Oh, look, a plot bunny...
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This is the way the world ends... Not with a bang but a whimper.:T. S. Eliot
I tagged you
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