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Dresden
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Wenn ihr Fragen habt: http://www.formspring.me/BillyJaden ;)
Guten Tag, meine Lieben, die sich hier her verirrt haben.
Ihr werdet hier alles nicht gerade wissenswerte über mich finden.
Viel Spaß
Das Bild: Ja, das bin ich... sieht ein bisschen böse aus...
Vorlieben: Kleine FFs schreiben; mir in den Hintern treten, wenn ich keine Motivation dafür habe; RPGs schreiben; Musik hören; nichts tun; vor mich hin träumen; Horrorfilme; Kaffee und... noch ein paar Sachen mehr, ich bin aber zu faul sie aufzuschreiben.
Was ich nicht mag: Na, das Übliche: Intoleranz; Oberflächlichkeit; Langeweile - und dann noch: Spinnen; Insekten; GROßE Spinnen; früh aufstehen; Unehrlichkeit; Gartenarbeit und nicht zu vergessen - SEHR GROßE Spinnen
Meine Fanfiktions - Stand:
Zu Father, My Perverted Romance und Drunk:
Nun, was soll ich sagen. Die Zeit vergeht, die angefangenen Geschichten vergammeln. Ganz ehrlich: Father und My Perverted Romance werden - wenn überhaupt - nicht jetzt fortgesetzt. Und Drunk steht auf PAUSE, wird aber fortgesetzt.
Zu Right Here In My Arms:
Ebenfalls PAUSIERT, wird aber fortgesetzt.
Zu Wicked Game:
Wird fortgesetzt. Wie viele Kapitel es werden, steht noch nicht fest. Würde aber sagen, dass es zu 1/3 fertig ist.
Zu Wenn es soweit ist.:
Wird fortgesetzt, allerdings in großen Abständen.
Zu Do you dream much, Will?:
Geht sehr schnell vorran. Habe mehrere Kapitel schon vorgeschrieben. ;)
Als Abschluss...:
A Dream Within A Dream
By Edgar Allan Poe
Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow-
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.
I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand-
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep- while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?
By Edgar Allan Poe
Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow-
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.
I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand-
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep- while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?
Guten Tag, meine Lieben, die sich hier her verirrt haben.
Ihr werdet hier alles nicht gerade wissenswerte über mich finden.
Viel Spaß
Das Bild: Ja, das bin ich... sieht ein bisschen böse aus...
Vorlieben: Kleine FFs schreiben; mir in den Hintern treten, wenn ich keine Motivation dafür habe; RPGs schreiben; Musik hören; nichts tun; vor mich hin träumen; Horrorfilme; Kaffee und... noch ein paar Sachen mehr, ich bin aber zu faul sie aufzuschreiben.
Was ich nicht mag: Na, das Übliche: Intoleranz; Oberflächlichkeit; Langeweile - und dann noch: Spinnen; Insekten; GROßE Spinnen; früh aufstehen; Unehrlichkeit; Gartenarbeit und nicht zu vergessen - SEHR GROßE Spinnen
Meine Fanfiktions - Stand:
Zu Father, My Perverted Romance und Drunk:
Nun, was soll ich sagen. Die Zeit vergeht, die angefangenen Geschichten vergammeln. Ganz ehrlich: Father und My Perverted Romance werden - wenn überhaupt - nicht jetzt fortgesetzt. Und Drunk steht auf PAUSE, wird aber fortgesetzt.
Zu Right Here In My Arms:
Ebenfalls PAUSIERT, wird aber fortgesetzt.
Zu Wicked Game:
Wird fortgesetzt. Wie viele Kapitel es werden, steht noch nicht fest. Würde aber sagen, dass es zu 1/3 fertig ist.
Zu Wenn es soweit ist.:
Wird fortgesetzt, allerdings in großen Abständen.
Zu Do you dream much, Will?:
Geht sehr schnell vorran. Habe mehrere Kapitel schon vorgeschrieben. ;)
Als Abschluss...:
HOMOPHOBIA IS GAY
I am the boy who never finished high school because I got called a fag everyday.
I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.
I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.
I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.
We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.
I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.
I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me.
I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear.
We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.
I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me.
I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male.
I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.
I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.
I am the woman who died when the EMTs stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual.
I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I didnt have to always deal with society hating me.
I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.
I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.
I am the person ashamed to tell my own friends im a lesbian, because they constantly make fun of them.
I am the boy tied to a fence, beaten to a bloody pulp and left to die because two straight men wanted to "teach me a lesson".
I believe that homophobia is wrong!
If you believe that homophobia is wrong... repost this!
I am the boy who never finished high school because I got called a fag everyday.
I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.
I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.
I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.
We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.
I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.
I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me.
I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear.
We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.
I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me.
I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male.
I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.
I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.
I am the woman who died when the EMTs stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual.
I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I didnt have to always deal with society hating me.
I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.
I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.
I am the person ashamed to tell my own friends im a lesbian, because they constantly make fun of them.
I am the boy tied to a fence, beaten to a bloody pulp and left to die because two straight men wanted to "teach me a lesson".
I believe that homophobia is wrong!
If you believe that homophobia is wrong... repost this!
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