_caramel's charries

My gallery · by **_caramel** » Mon Jan 06, 2014 8:05 am

If it's not real

You can't hold it in your hand

You can't feel it with your heart

And I won't believe it

But if it's true

You can see it with your eyes

Oh, even in the dark

And that's where I want to be

Well she lives in a fairy tale
Somewhere too far for us to find
Forgotten the taste and smell
Of a world that she's left behind
It's all about the exposure the lens I told her
The angles are all wrong now
She's ripping wings off of butterflies

Keep your feet on the ground
When your head's in the clouds
Well go get your shovel
And we'll dig a deep hole
To bury the castle, bury the castle
Go get your shovel
And we'll dig a deep hole
To bury the castle, bury the castle

So one day he found her crying
Coiled up on the dirty ground
Her prince finally came to save her
And the rest you can figure out
But it was a trick
And the clock struck twelve
Well make sure to build your heart brick by boring brick
Or the wolf's gonna blow it down

Keep your feet on the ground
When your head's in the clouds

Well go get your shovel
And we'll dig a deep hole
To bury the castle, bury the castle
Go get your shovel
And we'll dig a deep hole
We'll bury the castle, bury the castle

Well you built up a world of magic
Because your real life is tragic
Yeah you built up a world of magic

If it's not real
You can't hold it in your hand
You can't feel it with your heart
And I won't believe it
But if it's true
You can see it with your eyes
Oh, even in the dark
And that's where I want to be

Go get your shovel
And we'll dig a deep hole
To bury the castle, bury the castle
Go get your shovel
And we'll dig a deep hole
To bury the castle, bury the castle

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My gallery · by **_caramel** » Thu Jan 09, 2014 11:32 am

looks:: long, straight brown hair and blue green eyes. 5'4".
age:: 16 since September 16th
gender:: female
personality:: i am very awkward at first, and i am really into reading i am not very social, but still talk a lot one you get to know me i wish i super powers so ever word that i have been back-stabbed by would be used against them in a verbal war. Okeee that got awkward really fast so ya....
hobbies:: a hobby i have is reading. i also like to knit scarves, i guess i'm pretty lame
history:: i had a great childhood i was very popular. i went to private school i had a boyfriend until i was 14. a rumor was spread about me at school saying that i should be dead. however that wasn't the worst part, my boyfriend started verbally abusing me, telling me i should start writing my will because the clock was ticking, and that am worthless. and when it came from my boyfriend, it really hurt. i have been single ever since, i put up my walls i became silent and didn't talk for three months and didn't eat for four or five days. i thought about killing myself ,but decided i have a better reason to be alive than be living in the past.
turn-ons:: hard to read guys, i am certainly straight, and book worms like me:D. i also really like guys with dark brown eyes who are shy. also i'm really looking for someone who wants to listen to what i have to say.
turn-offs:: i don't want to be with a guy who treats me like crap.
get-up:: i usually wear jeans and a sweater, gosh i'm so lame sometimes!

My gallery · by **_caramel** » Thu Jan 23, 2014 7:07 pm

I don't like walking around
this old and empty house
So hold my hand,
I'll walk with you, my dear
The stairs creak as I sleep,
it's keeping me awake
It's the house telling you to close your eyes

And some days I can't even dress myself
It's killing me to see you this way

'Cause though the truth may vary
This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore

There's an old voice in my head
that's holding me back
Well tell her that I miss our little talks
Soon it will be over
and buried with our past
We used to play outside when we were young
And full of life and full of love.

Some days I don't know if I am wrong or right
Your mind is playing tricks on you, my dear

'Cause though the truth may vary
This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore

Don't listen to a word I say
The screams all sound the same

Though the truth may vary
This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore

You're gone, gone, gone away
I watched you disappear
All that's left is the ghost of you.
Now we're torn, torn, torn apart,
There's nothing we can do
Just let me go we'll meet again soon
Now wait, wait, wait for me
Please hang around
I'll see you when I fall asleep

Don't listen to a word I say
The screams all sound the same

Though the truth may vary
This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore

Don't listen to a word I say
The screams all sound the same

Though the truth may vary
This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore

Though the truth may vary
This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore

Though the truth may vary
This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore

my name is annalisa angelica avon o'den. but please don't call me anything but avon, i hate my real name, it serves as a burden of my past that i wish to forget. i'm currently seventeen years old, born on August twelfth. my appearance in my opinion is bland, average, and i certainly don't think of myself as pretty. i have dark brown hair that falls past my shoulders, and dark green eyes that i've always wished were blue. i suppose i have many insecurities, but i don't pity myself for them. these things include my eyebrows, eye colour, pale skin tone, cheek bones, flat chest, lack of figure, and small feet. these are the things i hate about myself, that i wish would change, that others tell me are wrong with me.

my daily attire usually consists of the same few articles of clothing. i often wear some sort of comfortable t-shirt or blouse, or perhaps a tank top if the weather is warm enough to call for such. on the bottom, you'll usually see me in a pair of jeans. i wear dark and light wash jeans, depending on what the rest of the outfit may call for. i may also wear a skirt from time to time, but i don't feel the most comfortable in them, because they often make me feel too exposed and vulnerable. my outfits are usually accompanied by a comfortable jacket or hoodie, or perhaps even a warm sweater when it's cold. for shoes i like to wear my converse, i have pairs in multiple colours that i really love. finally, every so often i wear an accessory or two with my outfits, but i don't really go overboard with more than one or two pieces, such as a ring, necklace, or earrings. overall, what i wear isn't the most extravagant, but i feel like it suits me well.

i suppose, to some extent, i'm expected to discuss my life so far. i was born, as i mentioned before, in august, in your typical hospital. i was an early baby, but over-all healthy. as i grew up, i was a bit of a tomboy, i preferred jeans over skirts, and i loved playing games outside and getting dirty. but then again, who's to say i ever stopped? anyways, that's how i felt most comfortable, and as i was growing up, i was never really to interested in boys. no, it wasn't that i didn't see myself as a heterosexual, it just didn't seem like a priority to me. it was because of this, of all things, that i got backlash from other kids in middle school, and at my old high school. "have you had your first kiss?" no "have you had any boyfriends?" no "do you have a crush on anyone?" no. they called me names, like prude, they spread rumors that i was actually a lesbian. it sucked. to this day, i still haven't had a boyfriend, and who's to say when i ever will? maybe someday i'll find someone who suits me, but for now i'm just glad that i don't have to deal with snide remarks behind my back.

[[avon]] [[sixteen]] [[single]] [[the secluded one]]

My gallery · by **_caramel** » Mon Jan 27, 2014 12:41 pm

My gallery · by **_caramel** » Fri Feb 07, 2014 10:23 am

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You can be amazing
You can turn a phrase into a weapon or a drug
You can be the outcast
Or be the backlash of somebody’s lack of love
Or you can start speaking up

Nothing’s gonna hurt you the way that words do
When they settle ‘neath your skin
Kept on the inside and no sunlight
Sometimes a shadow wins
But I wonder what would happen if you

Say what you wanna say
And let the words fall out
Honestly I wanna see you be brave
With what you want to say
And let the words fall out
Honestly I wanna see you be brave

I just want to see you
I just wanna see you
I just wanna see you
I wanna see you be brave

I just wanna see you
I just wanna see you
I just wanna see you
I wanna see you be brave

Everybody’s been there,
Everybody’s been stared down by the enemy
Fallen for the fear
And done some disappearing,
Bow down to the mighty
Don’t run, just stop holding your tongue

Maybe there’s a way out of the cage where you live
Maybe one of these days you can let the light in
Show me how big your brave is

Say what you wanna say
And let the words fall out
Honestly I wanna see you be brave
With what you want to say
And let the words fall out
Honestly I wanna see you be brave

And since your history of silence
Won’t do you any good,
Did you think it would?
Let your words be anything but empty
Why don’t you tell them the truth?

Say what you wanna say
And let the words fall out
Honestly I wanna see you be brave
With what you want to say
And let the words fall out
Honestly I wanna see you be brave

I just wanna see you
I just wanna see you
I just wanna see you
I wanna see you be brave

I just wanna see you
I just wanna see you
I just wanna see you
See you be brave

I just wanna see you
I just wanna see you
I just wanna see you

I just wanna see you
I just wanna see you
I just wanna see you

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My gallery · by **_caramel** » Mon Feb 17, 2014 7:37 am

[[name]] my name is jupiterpaw, i was given it for the colour of my eyes. also no, i was not given the name in hopes that i would become i medicine cat, i don't think anyone could picture my in that rank.
[[rank]] i am currently an apprentice *ahem* given the 'paw' at the end up my name unobservant mousebrain... i've held that title for two moons now, and i hope to be a warrior soon given my thusly successful training.
[[gender]] obviously i am a tom, it should be obvious.
[[appearance]] juniper is a sleek furred young cat with a soft cream pelt. siamese like markings show on his pelt on his nose, paws, and tail, giving off a resemblance to his mother. his eyes are a clear blue, like the sky, just like those of his father. as for build, he is certainly muscular for his age, but truly lean. he finds himself easily making long and high jumps, as well as being an extremely fast runner. his build is also helpful in hunting, however it leaves him at a bit of a disadvantage while fighting.
[[personality]] juniper can be a bit of a grump, and you certainly wouldn't want to rub his fur the wrong way. however, although he can be a bit of a bother, he can also be a wonderful cat to talk to, he makes a great conversationalist despite his slight temper.
[[kin]] juniperpaw was born into clan-life, and grew up happily even though he was an only kit. his parents cared for him greatly, and there was great mourning when his mother passed. his father is still alive, however has seemed to be in a daze since his mates passing. [note; i will not be creating an actual character for his father, however i may pull him in if a situation calls for such]
[[relationships]] juniperpaw manages to be pretty good at making friends, and as long as they know when to back off with him, he can have a good relationship with practically anyone. however if you manage to get on his nerves, there's a good chance you'll be on bad terms, and who knows what that could mean! as for in a love based relationship, juniper doesn't have his eyes set on anyone at the moment, but he wants to settle down with someone perhaps after his training is complete.

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my name is dalilah odessa evans, but people usually call me dolly, doll, odd, or even lilah. i know it's a lot, but i'm used to being called any and all of them! i am currently seventeen years old, and the magical day i first graced the earth with my presence was november eighteenth. obviously, i am of the female species, and my ordination is straight as a ruler. i'm into guys, end of story. for looks? lets start by saying i'm short. five foot two to be exact, and i swear it's the bane of my existence. people have told me it's endearing, but it bothers me so much. moving on, my hair is naturally a reddish brown shade, and it's usually pretty straight. my eyes are a clear blue, but despite what other people tend to think, i really like brown eyes. i also might add that i recently got a dragon tattoo on my ear, and although it was painful, it was worth it. in build, i hate to admit i'm a bit frail. i'm not the most active person, seeing as i'm more into singing and drawing. however i am pretty skinny, but that's not surprising. when i was a lot younger, it was somehow implemented into my mind that to be pretty, i wasn't aloud to eat. so i didn't. i don't really want to talk anymore about my anorexia anymore than

that, because now i'm past that time in my life. i pride myself on being an

extrovert, always with something to say, and coming up with clever jokes.

My gallery · by **_caramel** » Sun Mar 30, 2014 3:29 pm

My gallery · by **_caramel** » Sat Apr 05, 2014 5:45 am

Lately I been, I been losing sleep
Dreaming about the things that we could be
But baby, I been, I been prayin' hard
Said no more counting dollars We'll be counting stars
Yeah, we'll be counting stars
I see this life Like a swinging vine
Swing my heart across the line
In my face is flashing signs
Seek it out and ye shall find
Old, but I'm not that old
Young, but I'm not that bold
And I don't think the world is sold
I'm just doing what we're told
I feel something so right By doing the wrong thing
And I feel something so wrong By doing the right thing
I couldn't lie, couldn't lie, couldn't lie
Everything that kills me makes me feel alive

meet felicity abanon meyers. she is a sixteen year old girl, currently attending her sixth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. she has had a pet owl, Zian, since she first came to school there, and he's always been a best friend to her. throughout her prior years at the school. she has also recently discovered her patronus is a red fox. felicity's best class has been either charms, or potions, both of which she has excelled at, and her worst, herbology, she was never much interested in plants. she has also managed to hold high ranking grades, a clean record of behavior, and hasn't gotten into trouble, well at least she's never been caught doing anything... although she may come off as quiet, or perhaps even shy in a way, felicity has a truly bubbly personality. she could talk nonstop for hours on end if you let her, although most wouldn't dare let her ramble on, for if she goes on too long, her words stop making sense. other than being surprisingly effervescent, felicity is brave, hence her placement in Gryffindor house, and also, she's a bit of a dreamer, truly pure at heart. with those standout traits, she found her perfect wand being an eleven inch holly wand, with a unicorn's tail core. as for blood, she's a completely pureblood young wizard, but she thinks nothing of it, and believes that blood doesn't really matter. another interesting thing about her, is that she's played on the quidditch team for nearly four years as the keeper, and despite her petite build, she's done extremely well in her role. in appearance, the first thing you'd notice is her height. standing at five foot three, felicity is very short, and hates that about her appearance. she also has a very lean build, and some could say she almost looks fragile with her long legs and short torso. her hair falls past her shoulders in dark brown waves, and her eyes are a soft green. if there's one point that felicity want's people to understand, is that although she may be small, you should never consider her weak. that's the only thing that you could say to truly blow her top.

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