by lil28 » Fri Sep 12, 2014 9:15 am
Animine sighed softly to herself as she chalked a few lines of a song on her cell wall. She had a slight grey streak running through her ginger from stress. The walls were packed with chalked storylines, songs lyrics, thoughts. Sketches, too. For the last month her imagination had been her only company.
i might not spend much time on here anymore, but if you're an old rp friend, PM me on here - i check occassionally, and I love getting in touch with old friends!
seems i'm temporarily getting back into pet collecting on here... *sighs wistfully* i will trade for bulk 2015-2020 pets!