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Le Garçon Parfait (tm)

Le Garçon Parfait donc, n'est pas forcément beau mais il a beaucoup de charme. Le regard, le sourire, la voix et les mains, tout ça c'est très important.Il est un peu artiste. J'aime les gens créatifs et passionnés.Le Garcon Parfait est indépendant. Mais...

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Listing!

En ce moment, c'est la grande mode des listes (pardon "listing", il paraît qu'utiliser l'anglais c'est plus "fashion" ^^) <-- Irony detected.Bref, puisque c'est comme ça, je m'y mets aussi! Mais je tape dans le mignon. Donc voilà, la liste des gens que...

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Saboth and Eowgala

Saboth and Eowgala

I woke up, thinking of you, Outside is another shiny day But my true sunshine is you. I'm some sort of a mess, I'm everywhere but I'm nowhere, Because no matter where my steps lead me, It is with you I am with. No matter who I am talking to, All my smiles...

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Catherine and Celine

Catherine and Celine

(Picture : Catherine, Vincent of Le Caveau, Celine)

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Am I this obvious?

I can't take my eyes off him. He smiles, and I melt. He laughs and I'm as good as a puddle. He cries and I become suicidal. He looks at another and I become apoplectic. He talks to any girl who isn't me and I turn satanic. Love bites, I tell you. Lire la suite

Sunday spleen

Sunday spleen

(Picture : Paulie, the author of the lyrics below) I hate sundays evening. They are depressing. I cannot get out of my head this poem a friend made for me (or rather a song maybe) In a dreamYou were sitting there waiting by the door for meAnd I got the...

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Emptiness

-Written on April 22nd- Igern and I have often been speaking of "emptiness" lately. Emptiness, nothingness, abyss, vaccum, void. Basically, she says that Nothing is , nothing exists and accepting this, embracing the void, is the ultimate beauty . That's...

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To my soulmate

To my soulmate

o/` From Eowgala to Saboth o/` :. Two names there, deeply engraved on a stone, :. Dae shore and its midnight sky were our inn,:. Looking east for a reflection of this time now gone,:. I feel a single, tickling tear dying on my chin. :. I remember the...

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