This journal has not a thing to do with ZutaraAnd manga back log, but I'm losing interest in manga and regaining it in Western comics. Apparently you can't love both at the same time.
~Frau-Holle
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- Current Residence: Oz, the land of stupid stupid pedestrians.
- Interests: Writing, avoiding doing work.
- Favourite movie: Emma, Howl's Castle and Rocky Horror.
- Favourite band or musician: Lots.
- Favourite genre of music: All of them... except rap.
- Favourite poet or writer: Jane Austen, Elizabeth Gaskell, Brothers Grimm, Enid Blyton... I'll think of more later.
- MP3 player of choice: I don't have one.
- Favourite game: The only ones I ever play are Sims 2, Age of Mythology and Myst 1.
- Favourite gaming platform: PC
- Favourite cartoon character: ... Most of the cast of the Simpsons.
- Personal Quote: "The pants command me."
- Tools of the Trade: Pencil, camera.
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- Email: jigglepuff2001@hotmail.com
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Love is always growing.
Zutara ~<3
"Will you walk into my parlor?" said the spider to the fly.
"'Tis the prettiest little parlor you ever did spy."
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"If you don't believe in dragons,
It is curiously true
That the dragons you disparage
Choose to not believe in you".
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You got Kataang in my Zutara!
Well you got Zutara in my Kataang!
Pssh--I say let's just make Kazaang, have a threesome and get it over with. Everyone walks away happy.
Proud member of ~ZUTARA-ETERNITY.
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The barricades have risen, fallen, in the rain to mud
The children (us) with no childhood, no account for love.
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My love for you is like Herpes, you may not see it, but it's always there.
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"There was a star danced, and under that was I born." ~Beatrice
Q: How many lawyers does it take to roof a house?
A: Depends how thin you slice 'em.
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at the temple there is a poem called 'loss'...
carved into the stone...
it had three words...
but the poet has scratched them out...
you cannot read loss...
only feel it...
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