We.- Thao Nguyen
Come Home- Bess Rogers
Mouth Wash- Kate Nash
Elephant Gun- Beirut It's a good song, but it's better in French.
We don't have to vote until time's up. But, I'll vote now. Fearless. As there was some very convincing statements against her.
Quite a twist indeed. I don't believe I'll be guessing until more proof... shows itself.
It's Not You It's Me- Coconut Records Coconut Records. Fantastiiiiic.
D---> Am I d00in it rite
Ariannona Vethelot. She really does veth a lot.
These ads have changed my life. Because now I can play Pokemon with my Facebookers.
I live in a world with no colour.
Oops. I'll edit, thanks for telling me.
Why.... why would that come to your mind? It.... what?
Older- Band of Horses
If I Ever Feel Better- Phoenix
Kilojoules- Freelance Whales
Username: Britishism Name: Taron Wakefield Age: 17 Gender: Male Personality: Calm and collected, no matter the situation. This is not to say he is uptight, as he cracks jokes with his friends and can have a good time. When pushed to the limit, he will lose his collected side and do his best to protect his friends. He is always an optimist. Very protective of those close to him. Appearance:Click it. Nao. (Minus gum.) Bio: Born in Castalius, he was raised to be a pacifist. His parents were both open minded and accepting of the Eulias and Atlivas. His parents taught him magic from a young age, and from them he has learned basic and advanced techniques. As he was an only child, his mother didn't want him to leave them to go to the Academy. However, his father said it was the right thing to do. He kept in contact with his parents, but also managed to balance his social life and his studies. Recently, Taron got a letter from his father telling him that his mother was killed by an unknown soldier. He is currently mourning. Spells: Healing Water Fire Breath Multiply Pulse Rising Earth Weapon: Blue Katana called Wavepoint. Other: During battle, he can be an attacker, but after the fight, he is more of a healer.
Jacob gave a quick smile at the professor and left the classroom. He stretched and yawned, swinging the door to the library open. He looked around. There was that Ben kid. He raised an eyebrow. Was he just studying? Or had he wanted more with that Mandrake than he had said? He shrugged, waved at him, and returned to the section where he'd found the Chamber books before. "Ugh." he muttered. "There is literally nothing of use here." he turned his gaze to the Restricted Section. If only he had a pass. He sighed. He grabbed a few books and plopped down onto a bench. Spreading the books on the table and grabbing parchment and a quill, he began to take notes on anything he could discover. He glanced back at Ben. Perhaps he was wrong in thinking there was nothing of use here.
Well, I don't know how to reply, so this is a reply about the reply. This reply is me replying to your reply about my post which is about my post in a thread about a thread.
Well, I don't know what to post, so this is a post about the post. It's a nice post.
