Baring my heart.

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About: Baring my heart.

 
bare

adjective
     1. without the appropriate, usual, or natural covering; unconcealed; without disguise
     2. basic and simple

verb
     uncover and expose it to view

bare one’s soul reveal one’s innermost secrets and feelings to someone

 
heart

noun
     1. a hollow muscular organ that pumps the blood through the circulatory system by rhythmic contraction and dilation; regarded as the center of a person’s thoughts and emotions
     2. the central or innermost part of something; the vital part or essence

 

About: Danica

 

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I be existant. I be no converter/conformer/succumber/cucumber. Unlike Larry, I am very much a pickle. However, I have cucumbers for toes.

I serve the King of Kings and will do so for all eternity.
I don’t care what you say about me, it’s alright.
I don’t care what you think about me, it’s alright, ’cause you’ll get it one day.
I don’t care what it costs or what it takes. He gave it all for me so I will live my life for Him.

 

About: danineteen
 
Nicknamed “Dani” and my birthday/favourite/lucky number is 19.

dani + nineteen = danineteen

 

6 Responses to "About"

Not only do I get a sweet link in your comics section, but you didn’t capitalize elbow macaroni. Both of those things = awesome.

you posted a comment of me on deviant art and said I was gorgeous.
well, I think you’re gorgeous too.

I suppose that wasn’t a very eloquent use of words, but I suppose a girl who enjoys Veggietales is likely grounded enough to appreciate such a simple compliment.

If I were, however, to try something more flowery, it might go like this:

Votre yeux sont magnifique comme les étoiles. Ils montrent plus profondeur de la mer. Vous êtes tres magnifique. Mon amour pour cette beauté est si grand que l’éspace cosmique.

I wish I could understand French (that is French, right?) I also wish you filled in the URL on the comment form so I knew who you were on dA. I feel bad for not remembering what you’re talking about :P

Oui, c’étais francais. Or at least a mediocre attempt at it. It might not pass as perfect in Quebec, but I figured an Aussie wouldn’t be too likely to call me out on it.

Truth be told, I don’t really have a dA account. You just left some kind words on a photograph somebody had uploaded of me, and I couldn’t help but repay the favour.

The Name and E-mail had already been input into the fields, I was surprised when it let me post with what seemed to be a username here, but just rolled with it.

I could point you toward it, but that might spoil the mystery, so I’ll leave it to your imagination.

I like mysteries, but not the kind that require me to solve them without any clues :C

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