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jennukiske
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Birthday: 8/17/1988
Gender: Female
Interests: Writing, daydreaming, reading, singing, roleplaying, life in general, love, listening to music. Tool, APC, Rammstein, Muse, VNV Nation, System of a Down, Opeth, Agalloch, Woods of Ypres, Straylight Run, Mae, and many others. If you want to know more, ask me.
Expertise: I'm an expert at not having an area of expertise.
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Member Since:
7/7/2002
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| I can't stand this thing anymore. I can't stand life right now, though
that's obviously an exaggeration. But it just isn't fair. It just
isn't. I don't care what you say, but there is no kind and loving god
or any entity up there. None. None.
So long, and goodnight.
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| Gettysburg is famous for three days in July of 1863 where many men died
who probably shouldn't have. From all sides, field stretched so far
that one could probably see states were it not for the smoke that
blazed from the barrels of guns and the thickness naturally in the air
from the heat and humidity. The grass still carries on it tiny droplets
of blood that sway with each sour wind, the buildings moan and creak
with the souls of those who lost their lives for beliefs, and to blood
loss, heat, and infection.
...Going there has once again heightened my sense of humanity to say, "Never again." Just as Hiroshima did.
But ... your presence there made me feel so alive, and so fortunate
just to be treading lightly on the long-abandoned dreams and sky-high
hopes of those who made the ultimate sacrifice.
Thank you, Sam, for once again showing me that there is no limit to how
much one can love and be loved in return ... and for constantly going
further, taking me by the hand and making the long walks with me, and
stopping to rest with your head secure on my shoulder. For making mere
dreams and hallucinations their own realities.
For loving me as you always have and promise you always will. I promise
all the same, with my hands clasped tightly to yours, that not once
will I stop loving you. I can't. I need you, and this trip proved that.
My life feels perfect when you're next to me, in front of me, behind
me, anywhere around me where I can see your beautiful, expressive eyes
and hold your hands tightly. Anywhere that I can feel you breathing
life back into me still.
I'll see you in four months and nine days, my immortal beloved. The
snow falling on us will eventually replace the tears that have
continually graced our cheeks for the past few days.
I love you so, so, so much, Sam.
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| Another random Japan picture I must leave you with before I depart for
Gettysburg. This is the Golden Pavillion, which you're not allowed to
enter, but can walk wide circles around and take pictures of.
I wish that the prettier pictures I took could make me some fast money.
But I don't want to be a photographer, I just ... enjoy taking pictures
and having them be as naturally beautiful as possible.
Happy anniversary to us, my love, even though you're not really here but closer to here
than ever. One year and nine months ... and everything that I have to
say, every action I've been saving up for nearly a year, will be shared
tomorrow. Tomorrow, of all times.
Holy god I'm so excited!
I love you, Sam ... and tomorrow, tomorrow,, I'll begin to show you again just how much.
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| Random picture from Japan that I felt like sharing.
::smirks widely and ends up bursting into peals of laughter::
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| This announcement is a few days late, but I'm still shaking off the jetlag, so...
Tadaima!
Edit: Where's your Japanese spirit, people?! "Tadaima" is customary to say upon returning home. It means... "I'm home!" Geez.
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