that's just what humans do.

My gallery · by **skyl_er** » Mon Sep 24, 2012 12:55 pm

[ Wont let me edit my post again. Mean Computer. Sorry, once I figure out whats wrong I'll have a new pic and personality up! ]

My gallery · by **Pewdiepiee** » Mon Sep 24, 2012 3:23 pm

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If you love two people pick the second one because if you really loved the first, you wouldn't have loved the second.
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full-name "Joesph Reese Jones, but people call me Joey."
age "I am 18 Years old."
dog "Dawn, she is just a sweetheart."
what experience do you have with dogs "I actually grew up with nothing but German Shepherds. That reason is because my father thought they made good guard dogs. I didn't really like any of the German Shepherds we had because they all bite me or growl at me. My favorite one was a long haired German Shepherd named Magenta. She was very friendly, but when it came to a stranger, she was very serious. One day when I was gone we were robbed and they killed Magenta so she didn't attack them. I didn't really get attached to any type of dog until my friend took me to an animal shelter and I laid my eyes on Dawn. Once I saw her, I knew she was the dog for me and ever since then Dawn and I have been best friends."
what are you doing here "Well mainly because I love working with animals. I want them to have the same love Dawn does."
have you ever abused an animal "You don't have to even ask me that because the answer will always be no."
other Nope.

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name Joesph Reese Jones.
nick names Joey or Reese.
pronunciation Joe-s-f/Ree-s/Joe-n-s.
age 18 years old.
gender Man.
birthday December 31st 1994.
birthplace Hawaii only for 6 years.

hair base dark brown.
hair highlight None.
eye color brown.
weight 178 pounds.
height six foot one.
tattoos None, they're not attractive.
piercings Diamond studs on both sides of my ear.

flaws stubborn,
Impatient, Rushy,
Bad attitude, rude.
fears Death, Scorpions,
Snapping Turtles,
Spiders, Roaches.
likes German Shepherds,
Babies, Rain,
Thunder, Cute girls,
Roses, Pizza, Kola
bears, Walks in the
park, Eagles, Military,
wolves.
dislikes Cats, Pigeons,
the color yellow,
tea cup chihuahuas,
fish, loud chewing,
stingy people.
skills Singing and
playing guitar.

birth-mom Selena Delarosa.
birth-dad Richard Jones.
birth-sister Kathrine Jones.
best friend Anthony Weeks.
step-mom Stella Jones
step-sister Stephanie Jones.
step-dad Kamren Delarosa.
step-brother Demitri Delarosa and Rudey Delarosa.

orientation bisexual.
crush none
girlfriend none
boyfriend none
children none

form © fatal attraction.
idea of form © bells
character © a-f.
pictures © rightful owners

basics; His name is Joesph Reese Jones, otherwise known at Joey. He is 18 years old and is very soon turning 19 years old. Obviously if you couldn't tell his sex is boy, but he likes to be known as man because he is over the age of 17 years old. He was born and raised in Hawaii until he was 6 years old and moved to New York a couple of days before his birthday.

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D o n t c r y b e c a u s e i t s o v e r,
s m i l e b e c a u s e i t h a p p e n e d．
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appearance; Joey is six foot one, shorter than most male. He has very attractive brown hair that he flips around very often. His eye color is brown and he weighs about 178 pounds. He doesn't have any tattoos because when he gets older the tattoo will get all wrinkled and won't look good anymore. He does have two diamond stud earrings because the holes will just cover up, but don't scab over, they just close up. If he were to get a tattoo it would be small and probably be placed on his chest. Maybe right where his heart is and it would say "Respect" in cursive letters.

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B e y o u r s e l f, e v e r y o n e e l s e
i s t a k e n.
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likes, dislikes, etc; Joey loves German Shepherds since he grew up with them. He wanted to get one himself, but then he fell in love with Dawn. He also loves thunderstorms because the rain soothes him and the sound of the thunder makes his heart feel warm. Him and his father used to sit outside and watch the rain together. He loves babies and hopes to have one himself one day. He wants to have a boy first so if he has a girl next, the boy will protect the girl over everything. His favorite food is pizza and if he could only live off of one thing it would be pizza. Joey is very fascinated with the Military. If he sees a military man he will salute him and Thank him for serving his country.
What Joey hates the most out of everything else he hates is loud chewing. It just makes him so mad when someone can't chew like a normal person. If someone is chewing loudly he won't hesitate to say anything about. Another thing he hates is Pigeons. They're just so stupid to him and have no point in life because all they do is poop on everything. His least favorite color is Yellow because for one, it's an ugly color and two, it's just too bright for anyone to see. It remind him of poop, just like the color green. Fish, he doesn't even know why he hates them. They just sit there doing nothing all day and he hates it. One last thing Joey hates is tea cup chihuahua's. One reason is because they die at a young age and because their breathing so annoying.

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Y o u o n l y l i v e o n c e, B u t i f y o u
d o i t r i g h t, o n c e i s e n o u g h.
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family;My parents got married and my mom took my dad's last name, Jones. Then my parents had me and Kathrine and we took their last name too. Then when my parents split my dad kept the last name and married someone else who took the last name Jones. My mother took the last name of her new husband, which was Delarosa. His step dad, Kamren, already had a son named Demitri. Then Kamren and his mother had a son and named him Rudey. His dad also had a kid with his new wife, Stella and named her Stephanie.

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N o t h i n g a n n o y s t h e m s o m u c h．
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love life; Looks aren't everything.
Joey is very gentle when it comes to love. He doesn't really judge on love, just on personality. If your rude and stuck up, then your ugly. If your nice and kind, then your very beautiful/handsome. One thing he hates is when a girl finds out that he's bisexual and they don't want to date him anymore. Biting his lip is the most attractive thing he does, or flipping his hair. What he looks for in someone is really anything that has to do with being nice. He could always go for someone who has a strong sense of humor. He loves someone who can really make him laugh.

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My gallery · by **Mew. :3** » Wed Sep 26, 2012 12:47 pm

{- bump. I guess. :3

My gallery · by **goat milk** » Wed Sep 26, 2012 1:44 pm

full-name Harley Rose McCoy, sweeite
age I'm eighteen, hun
dog My pup is Moose, the cutest pup in the world!
what experience do you have with dogs I practically grew up with dogs. Four dogs total in my life. One; Dixie, a cute German Shepherd I've had since I was seven, sadly, we had to put her down. Two; Mickey Mouse, a cute Golden Retriever, he stayed with use for about..... five years... he stayed with us so he wouldn't be put down... and he left when he got adopted from us... Three; The Jackson, an old Great Dane. He was mine for three years.... we rescued him from the pound at an old age of 10... I really to miss him... And last, but not least, Marley.... Another one we had for three years... a middle aged Golden Retriever that was also mine.. she had to put him up for adoption... we just couldn't keep him.. no idea why.. but I was heart-broken...
what are you doing here I'm ere, hoping to get a job at the shelter.. and to learn more about the animal... to maybe be a veterinarian sometime in my lifetime...
have you ever abused an animal If you consider telling a dog sternly "Cage!" or "Bad!" then no.. I would never, ever, EVER abuse and animal, nevertheless a dog! It's just wrong and cruel to give a dog pain on purpose... It's mean and wrong, and I will never ever let a dog in my hands be in pain or yelp.
other not at the moment

My name is Harley

that'd be Rose

It's McCoy. Harley Rose McCoy. Lovely isn't it?

Don't give me one

dislike nickname

McCoy isn't sooo bad, only if your like may best friend

that's quit rude of you for asking a lady her age

I'm Eighteen

born on May 12th on a cold, fresh, rainy night

a girl

Female. Lady. I'm a person okay. I am 100% sure

I'm straight

I'm straight, sorry pretty ladies

I like many things

a lot of dislikes

hilarious

smart

flirty

rude

focused

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originally came to Paris, France for a vacation

she met my father at a Cafe

love at first sight, married, had me, I was born

going to the USA for a couple of years

moved to Rosenberg

nice house

but I really liked France

really do miss it

I gotta best friend

Pandora

not like I have a crush...on....him

I am single

no crush

do have an ex.. but I hate taking about

deep dark brown hair

dark in the winter and spring, almost black

My dad says it looks beautiful when I lay on the dry fallen leaves in the Autumn

a tall skinny body

6'3'' and about 117 lb

hazel

You can say 'Wonderful hazel eyes, can't you

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My gallery · by **- serendipity** » Mon Oct 01, 2012 12:21 pm

full-name my name is hazel pauline grange.
age eighteen years old.
dog kala and casper. the two most cutest and playful puppies you'll ever meet.
what experience do you have with dogs i've grown up with dogs my whole life. as a child the family dog, rosie, often slept by my cot; every night as if she was guarding me. i absolutely adored her and i was heart-broken when she died when i was two. at the time i didn't really understand the concept of death and i thought she had just gone away and it's one of my earliest memories. that feeling of hope but at the same time loss and sadness. my sister got her first dog when she ten and i was five. she called him jorgie (spelt with a 'j') and he was a king charles spaniel. gorgeous. of course i was jealous but i had to wait another five years until i got my own dog. i called the sweet lab' daffy (back then you could be ten, like disney and be cool all at once) after changing her name several times during the first week of having her. i still have her - she's nine now, in human years - and i'll be visiting her regularly whilst at the shelter. she's the main reason i chose kala and casper; they remind me so much of how she was eight years ago.
what are you doing here i've always loved animals but for me dogs have stood out. (them and the platapus.) doing this course and helping out at the centre will hopefully not only look good on my résumé for when i try out for vet college but i know i'll enjoy it. i'll be hands on with dogs everyday; helping train them, care for them and generally love and play with them. it's going to be a great experience and these animals make my life something worth it. as well as that, these dogs aren't just househeld pets. a lot of them are at the shelter because they've been abused, abandoned or maybe their owner has died., either way, most of these dogs have been through a lot and i'd like to help and get them to trust again. kala and casper deserve love.
have you ever abused an animal the thought of abusing any animal, let alone a dog, makes me want to throw up. i've never harmed an animal in anyway and wouldn't ever; not for anything.
other nada.

My name is Hazel Pauling Grange and I'm eighteen years old. Among my friends I am known as the dreamer. I'm blonde and my eyes reflect my name. Out of all my friends I'm the optimist and the one who falls into daydream a lot, but I do have my serious side. I was born and raised in England, a complete and utter Brit. I have led a normal life. I'm straight but also curious, currently I am single and looking for a relationship.

I was named for the colour of my eyes as a baby, because unusually, I wasn't born with blue eyes. My first name has never really been shortened into something else and I don't think it will, although I do have a nickname. My middle name, Pauline, comes from my Mum's Great-Great Aunt who died from cancer. Like most people my surname is my Dad's last name and there isn't anything unusual about that I guess...except that it's one letter short of Granger... My friends christened me with the nickname 'Pegs' after an incident I don't wish to recount. So among most people I'll be referred to just as Hazel but among close friends and family Pegs, is me. I was born in late March on the 26th in 1944. My parents can never remember the day of the week, and I've never bothered to look, but I know I was bought into the world after nineteen hours of labour at 08:16am. I'm a legal adult now and very happy about that! Not all of my friends are eighteen yet and so fake IDs are a big thing among our group. When I had mine I was 'Kylie Dani Richards' and I was 22. Sometimes I was surprised it even worked. Now though, my ID reads Hazel Pauline Grange and is completely legal. Which takes away some of the fun.

When it comes to looks I've always seen myself as rather pretty but nothing special. I've got a natural look and my blonde hair has only once been questioned as dyed in my whole eighteen years of life. The tones of the blonde in my hair are quite different in places but simply, it's darker underneath - dark to the extent of a light brown - and lighter on the top with some caramel streaks through it in places. I have a side-fringe, that was cut in when I was six, and it falls over my right eye. I never refer to it as 'bangs' though. I'm quite short at 5'4 and I really hope I grow, at least, to the height of 5'6. My weight reflects my height and I'm the one most of friends want to give a piggyback because I only weigh 100lbs. My eyes are hazel, again my name, with some darker flecks of green in some light and lighter flecks of gold in other light. Personally I think I look prettier when my pupils are dialated but I would never voice that opinion to anyone, even my best friend. I'm slender and still hoping for some small curves to add to my body. I've got an 'ample bosom' as my sister described to me once. She can be quite awkward at times. My legs are the longest part of my body but only my second favourite feature. My first favourite body feature are my finger nails. I used to bite them down to non-existence but now I'm really proud of them, because I forced myself to stop. They're lovely. And they're quite useful in fights because they jut dig right in. The only things man made on my body, are my clothes, make-up and my lobe piercings. I don't usually wear extravagant earrings but little studs shaped like paperclips, superman logos etc.

When it comes to fashion I'm not that bothered. Obviously I'll only be able to buy stuff that is in fashion at any one time, because shops never display old fashions, much to my distaste. Then again I only go shopping when I really have to and even then it isn't always to the most popular, mainstream shops. When I wake up I'll look at my clothes at wear what I feel like. Usually though it will be blue skinny jeans or short shorts - depends on the weather - and then a graphic t-shirt or an off-the-shoulder top or just a top. Again, just what I feel like. Dresses and skirts aren't my favourite things to wear but when I wear them on occasion they'll be quite short, maybe cinched in around the waist, thin straps but not spaghetti ones or strapless and some sort of pattern on them. Converses are my favourite footwear and I've got six pairs of them. Pumps are my second choice and then I go to other brands - ie Vans. Heels are certainly not out of the option but my parents are very restricting on their height. At the beach I'll wear shorts until I get to the water when I'll wear bikinis, one-pieces are a no no for me at the beach - that are either halterneck or strapless. And I like hats. I may not be the best model of them but I like them. Beanie hats are my favourite. Another random fact is that I like vintage. However only proper vintage, not the fake vintage that has come back into fashion recently.

If you want to give me a stereotype you'd probably class me as the "dreamer" or maybe even "believer". I see them as different things though, but I guess, yeah...similar, in some ways. I get lost easily in my own little worlds and you have to physically jolt me to get me out of it. I'll just be staring into some random space without blinking for minutes until one of rescuers - my best friends - poke me in the ribs or something and I'm back in the real world. As a child I had more imaginary friends than most other children and only said goodbye to them, really, when I was thirteen. I wasn't like this naive little kid though who was blind to everything around me. I saw the bad things in the world too and came to notice the small beautiful things in it too. Like the way the sun reflects of a dark river in the middle of the day and it looks as if it is reflecting the light, or the way the shadows dance across someones skin, how the wind moves the leaves in their own little trot and other, less noticeable things too. I love the world. And then comes the second stereotype. Yes, honestly, I do believe in magic. Maybe not the Hogwarts magic, anymore, but that there is some sort of magic in the world somewhere and it sometimes slips up and we see it. I also believe in a better world, without war and stuff, but I keep my beliefs to myself. I guess though that the "dreamer" is what most people see initially and then the rest of my awesome personality takes some getting to know to get to know. If that makes sense?
To me it seems that to get into my group of friends you have to be a dork. I fit that perfectly. And trust me, dorkiness is way different to nerdiness. Dorks are cooler than nerds. Anyway, my dorkiness comes in three levels. Immature-ness. Know-ness. Random-ness. IKR. Get it? I'll start with the first one. Immature-ness. Still dressing up at Halloween, playing battles with little figures with your friends like "die you, die!" etc., throwing tantrums when you get really annoyed about leaving somewhere, telling the most ridiculous lies that work somehow to get you out of tough spots. All things that I do and enjoy. Stage two; Know-ness. I can recite every single line in the Harry Potters films and tell you who plays who in the cast list and who comes up first in the cast list. I know the producers to each film and the conductors too. I can recite paragraphs from each of the books have been able to answer every single question given to me about Harry Potter since I first read the series. I know whole scenes from Marvel and DC movies and own hundreds of comic books that I keep in the best condition I can. Well actually, I have two copies of each - one for pristine and one for loving and reading and reading and loving. Now my nerdiness dips into the dork side of me. Science, History and English are my best subjects and I'm a quick learner and know most of the textbook stuff. That is simply what the Know-ness bit is; knowing things that aren't just from school. Random-ness. Do I even need to explain this? There it is, my dorkiness revealed to all. But I'm not going to defend myself for something that isn't offensive.
After dorky I'm clever, a good listener, sensitive, funny, laid-back and serious. When it comes to someone wanting me to listen, I will. I'll stop myself from going off into my own worlds and listen. I think that is why some people pour out their sorrows to me; because here is someone who is actually making an effort to hear what you have to say; to not go off into their own worlds. But if you want advice I am useless. If you just want to tell someone you worries then fine, but I cannot give advice for the life of me when it comes to life problems. Clothes, hair sure. Boys, life, family no.
So that might be why I don't take criticism well. I can't give other people advice so I can't give myself any and thus other's isn't my favourite thing. My friends know I am quite sensitive though and always keep actual criticism to a minimum. Their sarcasm is impossible to reign in though, and mine too come to that. I see sarcasm as a different thing.
I am hilarious! Haha, see. No, I'm not the most original joke teller and my favourite jokes are actually the jokes on the back of penguin chocolate bars. I may not be the person who is always cracking jokes that get the loudest laugh or whatever but my jokes are few and far between. But when I tell them they are funny. I guess I wait to think of something and then tell the joke, spending a lot of time perfecting it. If that's the best way of telling it. Laid-back links to this but is also controversial to the sensitivity thing I have.
So laid-back...yeah..peace dude. No, I'm joking - told you I was funny. I stay out of fights and very rarely cause them. I don't gossip among anyone other than my closest friends who I know are awesome secret keepers and I am very casual when it comes too general things that don't really bother me. Serious and clever come as one with me - a package deal. I'm serious about getting into somewhere good for further education but that isn't the whole serious side to me. I know how to take someone seriously, I can be serious but try to always keep a spark in my eye because I don't want to lose optimism. It's simple. (Squeak. Sorry, I watch too much of the comparethemarket adverts.) Yes, I think that sums me up. I mean of course I have other traits and I've got flaws and attributes, but I think mainly that is me.

I have been called many things in the past for the things I like to do and the things I like, but the one that resonates more than the others, to me anyway, is crazy. It could be because I love comic books and I can argue why superman is better than batman for several hours on end, or because I always have at least one tube of bubble stuff with me, wherever I go. I don't know. I love Marvel and DC comic books and films, especially the X-Men and Spiderman series, and bubbles are wonderful. I love to read and my bookcase is bigger than my wardrobe - which I think, in the girl world, says something. I like art and poetry, but not all - only the ones I think are good. I like dancing even though if I ever went on Strictly Come Dancing I would lose, drastically and music is a passion of mine even if I can't actually play any instrument other than the recorder and my singing is reasonable at best. But more than music writing and reading reign. I like chocolate and my favourite ice cream flavour is cookie dough. I love baking but prefer to just eat the mixtures...my cakes and biscuits are always quite smaller than they should be. I like plaiting people's hair, quoting people/films/books, I adore all Disney films and my favourite Disney Princes are Eric, Eugene (Flynn Rider) and Phillip. My favourite Disney Princesses are Ariel, Jasmine and Belle. I love Pixar too and Ice Age, Madagascar, Shrek, Mosters Inc' rule in my opinion. Of course I have other likes, but these are the main ones that come to mind.

When it comes to dislikes I think I probably have more than I do likes. Also, some of them actually contradict my likes slightly...for example I don't like batman but I like superheroes. I just don't really see batman as a superhero, the only powers he has is his batmobile - and even that isn't a power. And being a ninja - and thus able to be 'invisible' - doesn't count either. I really like Mystique from X-Men but at the same time hate her for what she did to Xavier. Besides my comic book hates though I'm a wuss. If there's a dark room or corridor with lots of places I can't see, I'll send someone down there first or turn on the light for it. I hate horror movies and scary rooms. I am an utter wimp. I also hate ice cream, to an extent. I only like melted ice cream, that is vanilla, and cookie-dough ice cream. And 99s. I do like ice lollies though...Now when it comes to people and not inanimate objects or fictitious characters I don't like jerks, cheaters, people who act dumber than they are, adults who treat children younger than their actual age and pretentious people too - just to name a few. Randomly, I also don't like patterned tights. Again though these are the only ones that come to mind now.

Thinking back to my past the word the comes to mind is normal. I wasn't left on the doorstep of a care home, I wasn't abused, my parents didn't get divorced or anything. I had an older sister, who's twenty three now, and we got along like all sisters do - not perfectly. At times we got along well and had a good heart to heart but they were only about once every year or even longer. My Mum worked part time selling children clothes but it was my Dad who bought in the main income. He worked in an office as something. I'm not entirely sure what he did but he got us the money and I don't think most children know what their parents do. Now it's only my Dad working. I was born and raised in the countryside of England and it was a simple life as well as normal. I went to a primary school with only one hundred and one students and everyone knew everyone, I didn't have a phone until secondary school when I only got a nokia anyway. I didn't even hear of blackberries until I was thirteen. I had a group of tight knit friends of five but we hung out with others too, playing lots of kiss chase and mums and dads. I was always the mum, and that says something about me even if only something small. I went to an all girls secondary school until we went to America and although some of my friends went to other schools, all local though, we managed to stay together and I gained some new friends too. During the recession my Dad was made redundant by his company but then he was picked up by another branch...the only catch was the job was in America. I didn't want to go - I had spent all fifteen years of my life in the same room, in the same house, in the same road, in the same village, in the same country, in the same country and now my parents were just asking me to get up and move to what was a whole new world?! My sister wanted to go though, and I think it was due to the fact her twenty year old self knew there was more of a party scene in America. So three months later we were ready. Empty house, loads of boxes, no cars and just four tickets to America.I said goodbye to my friends and my Uncle drove us to the airport, our cars having been sold. I'm happy to say I didn't cry until I was in the shower at our hotel after the flight. I was sharing a room with my sister and we had a sitting room, bathroom, little kitchen and two bedrooms in the hotel and had access to a spa, gym and awesome pool. We started school before we even had a house and it was only a month, and two hotels later, that we actually found a house. It was really nice but I still prefer my England one. I had fallen into a group of friends, the ones I'm going to California with, that I really liked and I kept in contact with my old friends too. I was happy but it was edged with sadness at leaving too. Sometimes I look back on my life so far and think 'if I had' done this instead of this, or this differently or 'if I hadn't' done this; usually it just makes me sad and nostalgic. I know there are definitely three things I could have changed or done differently in my life and it would be better now, but it's too late. I've got what I've got and that's all I can do about it - think, 'what if?'

I believe in love. Maybe I am foolish according to some but I'm sure there is love out there, someone for everyone. It could just be because I've watched Disney films too many times. But who cares? Everyone is entitled to their own opinion, and I've come to know that it's free speech in America. Of course I've dated before but with those three boys, I've never actually felt like they were "the" one. Harry, Jason and Sammi. All three American boys, and all three loving my British accent. Though that wasn't the reason they went out with me. Harry was the worst - he broke up with me through text. Jason wasn't any better - voicemail. Sammi and I agreed mutually to break up through because it wasn't working for us. We're still really good friends though and I've gone to him for advice at least twice, since we broke up, on boys I thought may be potential bofriends. Neither of them were though. I've never dated or kissed a girl, except for on the cheek, and seeing one of my friends a bisexual has kind of made me curious into the other gender. I haven't told anyone and am waiting for a chance to 'try it out', even though I'm not one to snog at a party and then never see the person again. So...bicurious, I think it's called. In my curious....let's call it a phase, in my curious phase though I don't have my eye on anyone - boy or girl and am happy to just flirt gently until I come across someone willing to be comitted. Not for marriage or anything just for boyfriend and girlfriend, of maybe even girlfriend and girlfriend. I'm waiting for someone I like to date. So...I'm on the market and looking!

My bedroom is quite spacious but cluttered with all of my stuff - l i ghts, bo oks, comic books, p ho to s e tc. The bed is opposite my large wardrobe - which is filled with t-shirts more than anything else. I have an iPhone but mainly because my parents wanted to be able to contact me and due to the fact I like playing TempleRun and TinyWings. Since I got it four years ago, I've collected several cases but mainly use the chocolate one or I don't put a case on at all and just have the phone, which I have covered in sharpie ink. My awesome transport is my yellow vespa, which I adore.

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