#icantwalk

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“What’s wrong?” Clutch sat up quickly when he sensed something was off, “Talk to me,” he just hoped he hadn’t done something wrong, touched her in the wrong place, triggered her or something. That was the last thing he wanted. “What is it?”

“It’s not that I don’t believe in God,” She shrugged, “It’s more that I’m not sure exactly if anyone has him right. You know?” Sarah shook her head. “Forget it, it’s stupid. I do believe in God. With all the research into it I’ve done, it’s impossible to say otherwise.”

Shame, Shame by the Foo Fighters.

I didn’t, though I always wanted a dog.  I knew I could have one, but growing up in apartments in the city didn’t seem like the best environment to bring a pet into.  I like the idea of a dog being able to run around in a yard, which is why I waited so long to become a pet owner.

Dancing, mostly.  I’ve Greek danced since I was a child and while I pretend it’s not a huge part of my life, it is, so I practice when I have down time.  Sometimes that means flipping off the bed to practice flips and kicks, and sometimes that means breaking lamps and things because I tend to be a little flaily. 

[ LOL OH my god yes, this like idolized vision they have of him. Boy, he’s a dirty kinky stupid fuck, he’d do a lot and has ]

[ FOR FUCKING REAL THO, it’s like, god I’m proud of him but I don’t like people just liking his new stuff--though his new shit is so on fire fuck, it’s different sides of him and I can listen to it all, black flag to now, and never skip shit. I have like 4 of his CD’s and want to get all the others just to have them ]