and I hope you had a wonderful Christmas!!!
I know I had! *u* My parents gave me and my brother a PS3, some games and other stuff!
YEYWhat did you recieve for Christmas this year?! ^^
Aaaaand.... is someone playing "Neverwinter", the MMORPG?
Also, check this out! 8D
just made me this awesome drawings!!!! *U* She is soooooo cool!!! I LOVE YOU MARIPAZ *runs and hugs* xD
And this two sweeties:
gave me, each of them, 1 year PM!!! So now I have 2 years of PM!!! 
Thank you so much!!!
P.S: People, please don't forget to vote on this pole: link because it's tied and I can't really begin to think about the tutorial if I don't know it's theme! ^^'
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Stay the Night" Are you gonna stay the night?"<da:thumb id="418135647"/>
The words both shocked and thrilled her... but more than either two of those emotions there was fear. So much fear. She flashed back through everything.
~~~~ She had made such a mess of things with him. For all her thousands of years and vast knowledge, one human comes along almost a hundred years ago and turns everything to dust. She met him and everything went to pot and all because she couldn't keep her shit together when she was around him. They were in love while he was still human and she was walking a fine line back then with him when she wanted, no, needed to be with him after she met him. His blood called to her back then and his scent was still just as intoxicating now, even without the promise and curse of fresh, hot blood pumping through his veins.
But she left him behind and he never knew it. Never knew her, nothing about her. The knowledge of her was kept from him because that's how she wanted it. She was poison and didn't want to do furth
BloodHe had always been fascinated by blood.
What repulsed others, captivated him. How was it, that blood sustained life? How could some red liquid, be the line between life and death?
He cuts himself, sometimes on the arm, sometimes on the leg, just to see it. A little trickle, bright red, warm. He loves how it contrasts with his ivory skin, how it runs down his limbs in a scarlet stream. It is beautiful to him. It intoxicates him.
Masochist, his mind whispers.
He ignores it.
The stream soon becomes a river, gushing down, making his skin seem paler. Or was that because he was losing too much blood?
He stops once he starts feeling lightheaded.
The first thing he notices when he regains awareness, is the red. Blood, blood, blood. Isn't it fascinating? He was sitting in a puddle of the reddest wine, a scarlet pond of his own blood. Red against white linoleum floors. His world is stained with blood.
"Beautiful," he whispers.
His world is stained with blood.
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que balanço num voo
que se quebra e se rebenta
entre sombras e sóis
de um dia que não o foi
posso sentir os pés a falharem
o chão que os devia prender
e o frio que amarra os movimentos
o turbilhão no estômago
que antece o incerto
e todos os dias dou-te tudo de mim
tudo o que de divino tenho para dar
mostro todas as cartas
todos os truques
sempre a perder-me
nesses teus rumos que não sei tomar
e nesses dias escrevo-te
versos que nunca irás ler
traços que não podes ver
monstros que não sei guardar
e liberto-os no limbo
das vozes que me atormentam
e me afligem sem me tocar
liberto essas aves negras
que me pairam e me assombram
quando nas horas sou tão só
e tenho em mim tantos eus
que nem sei que nomes lhes chamar
por vezes, meu bem, queria só
o fogo da tua saudade
para acender candeias
e atear fogos
e ser eu essa mesma chama
que espant
