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cardenlovah
17 January 2011 @ 07:16 pm
Do you believe society will ever truly overcome racism?

As much as I would love to say 'yes,' no, I don't. People are always going to hate.
 
 
cardenlovah
19 December 2010 @ 09:53 pm
I am making this post to show you all my new icon. It's a quote from Train's Pat Monahan that I found today. I think it's epic. (Also, don't you love the ghetto-ness of it?!)
 
 
cardenlovah
13 December 2010 @ 12:20 am
What's the best music video of 2010?


SING!!! SING!!! SING!!! SING!!! SING!!!


...those are all links btw. Go watch the video. You know you want to.

Or, if you haven't watched the video for "Na Na Na (Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na)", it's actually the start of the story. "Na Na Na" goes before SING. Here:
Na Na Na (Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na)
 
 
cardenlovah
27 November 2010 @ 06:48 am
I love people. I fall in love with people on a daily basis. Not necessarily the person though-this is where it gets confusing. I fall in love with the attitude of this person, a story of what happened to this person, what that person has gone through, how strong that person is, how creative this person is. About everyone I know, I can most likely tell you something intriguing to me about them. Something that catches my attention about them that every time I see them, I would love to tell them - hey, this really makes me think, or hey, I love that about you. And I know that that would probably make some people's day- Just to know that people notice them, but it would also be weird. And my personality makes me run from any possible awkward situation. So, just so you know, there's something I love about you. You intrigue me. Smile.
 
 
Current Location: Media Room
Current Mood: contemplativecontemplative
 
 
cardenlovah
14 November 2010 @ 01:24 am
So, somehow hesmagicandmyth and I got to this wikipedia how-to page on "How to Be A Scene Kid"(Why does it emphasize so much on the hair?!?! Stupid.) Then, we clicked from that to "How to Pick A Good Scene Name For Myspace"(Alright, while I still have a myspace, who actually still uses it?) Here is the site if you want to do it too. It's pretty good entertainment.
Here

Here were my results:

Safety Pin Kelsey

Kelsey Kaige
Kelsey December
Kelsey Glacier
Kelsey Autumn
Kelsey Jinx Journey
Kelsey Granite

Kelsey Kacophony
Kelsey Kadence
Kelsey Killjoy (make some noise!)
Kelsey Killer
Kelsey Karnival
Kelsey Karousel
Kelsey Kupcake
 
 
Current Location: here
Current Mood: sillysilly
 
 
 
cardenlovah
25 May 2010 @ 02:39 am
So, ages ago I said I have something epic to post when I got around to it...well, I finally got around to it just now. So, one night, hesmagicandmyth and I were randomly at Target, looking through the cds and a moment later she just says "Kelsey..." looking at a spot on the shelf. I looked up, and there was a glorious CD sitting there. It amazed me that there, out of 2,000 covers that could have been right there, in a Target in little Anderson, SC, there was a 30 Seconds To Mars cd with GABE SAPORTA on the front. After grabbing it and squealing a few times, I declared that I would never let it go. So we bought it. And now my life is very close to being complete (I still need to meet Gerard Way. *shrug*) I am still amazed that no on else knew how epic this was, and I just bought it for $10 when people buy it for a hundred.

Heres a pic of it that I took while still in the store.
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Edit: ahhh! Gabe was HUGE. Sorry, I've made it smaller now.
 
 
cardenlovah
12 May 2010 @ 01:07 am
Hey, friends! I just posted a new fic on spencertized! It's called "XO" and is Gabe/William. Check it! <3

P.S. I have an epic post to post whenever I get around to it. It has to do with Gabe and 30 Seconds to Mars.
 
 
cardenlovah
21 April 2010 @ 09:57 pm
Me to Ian
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Ian to me (direct message)
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Flail. Cute. Love.
 
 
cardenlovah
27 March 2010 @ 02:34 am
If this stupid ban thing actually happens on Gabilliam, I want to leave. It's free writing, right? I mean, I have a fic that I wrote recently where Billvy is 16 and he's with Gabe(who is in his 20s) at one point. That would mean that I can't post this fic that I'm extremely in love with and have worked on for ages. I'm so proud of it and won't be able to post it if this is banned. I will leave. I'm fighting for myself as well as others right now. So stressed.
 
 
cardenlovah
19 February 2010 @ 02:26 am
I dreamed I stood upon a little hill,
And at my feet there lay a ground, that seemed
Like a waste garden, flowering at its will
With buds and blossoms. There were pools that dreamed
Black and unruffled; there were white lilies
A few, and crocuses, and violets
Purple or pale, snake-like fritillaries
Scarce seen for the rank grass, and through green nets
Blue eyes of shy peryenche winked in the sun.
And there were curious flowers, before unknown,
Flowers that were stained with moonlight, or with shades
Of Nature's willful moods; and here a one
That had drunk in the transitory tone
Of one brief moment in a sunset; blades
Of grass that in an hundred springs had been
Slowly but exquisitely nurtured by the stars,
And watered with the scented dew long cupped
In lilies, that for rays of sun had seen
Only God's glory, for never a sunrise mars
The luminous air of Heaven. Beyond, abrupt,
A grey stone wall. o'ergrown with velvet moss
Uprose; and gazing I stood long, all mazed
To see a place so strange, so sweet, so fair.
And as I stood and marvelled, lo! across
The garden came a youth; one hand he raised
To shield him from the sun, his wind-tossed hair
Was twined with flowers, and in his hand he bore
A purple bunch of bursting grapes, his eyes
Were clear as crystal, naked all was he,
White as the snow on pathless mountains frore,
Red were his lips as red wine-spilith that dyes
A marble floor, his brow chalcedony.
And he came near me, with his lips uncurled
And kind, and caught my hand and kissed my mouth,
And gave me grapes to eat, and said, 'Sweet friend,
Come I will show thee shadows of the world
And images of life. See from the South
Comes the pale pageant that hath never an end.'
And lo! within the garden of my dream
I saw two walking on a shining plain
Of golden light. The one did joyous seem
And fair and blooming, and a sweet refrain
Came from his lips; he sang of pretty maids
And joyous love of comely girl and boy,
His eyes were bright, and 'mid the dancing blades
Of golden grass his feet did trip for joy;
And in his hand he held an ivory lute
With strings of gold that were as maidens' hair,
And sang with voice as tuneful as a flute,
And round his neck three chains of roses were.
But he that was his comrade walked aside;
He was full sad and sweet, and his large eyes
Were strange with wondrous brightness, staring wide
With gazing; and he sighed with many sighs
That moved me, and his cheeks were wan and white
Like pallid lilies, and his lips were red
Like poppies, and his hands he clenched tight,
And yet again unclenched, and his head
Was wreathed with moon-flowers pale as lips of death.
A purple robe he wore, o'erwrought in gold
With the device of a great snake, whose breath
Was fiery flame: which when I did behold
I fell a-weeping, and I cried, 'Sweet youth,
Tell me why, sad and sighing, thou dost rove
These pleasent realms? I pray thee speak me sooth
What is thy name?' He said, 'My name is Love.'
Then straight the first did turn himself to me
And cried, 'He lieth, for his name is Shame,
But I am Love, and I was wont to be
Alone in this fair garden, till he came
Unasked by night; I am true Love, I fill
The hearts of boy and girl with mutual flame.'
Then sighing, said the other, 'Have thy will,
I am the love that dare not speak its name.'