I will be taking your wallpaper requests for an unlimited period of time!
I only need:
- a subject (if you already have a picture in mind, it would be great)
- your screen resolution so your wall doesn't end up all pixelated.
* If there is a certain theme/atmosphere you would like, don't hesitate. It usually helps me a great deal!
I'll be waiting for your requests
(why can't i change my mood? i am not christmas spirited.)










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-Let other pens dwell on guilt and misery. [Jane Austen]
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Quand je pense que j'ai failli mourir pour quelqu'un qui n'est pas de mon genre.
- Marcel Proust
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-Let other pens dwell on guilt and misery. [Jane Austen]
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And in fact, I have yet to even visit your dear old city. I had hoped to do so in July, but it never materialized. I'm not even sure if we'll actually find time to go : ( Everyone is disgustingly busy with their jobs here, so there isn't much room for them to adhere to Keegan's needs. I have no choice BUT to let you know when and if we finally pick a day to go!
Keep ur fingurs krossed plz.
~KUNGH
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"...I am in Tatiana's room. Tatiana and Olga are here... I am sitting and digging in my nose with my left hand. Olga wanted to slap me but I ran away from her swinish hand..."
- Anastasia Nicholaievna, May 8,1913
Still, I am keeping my fingursss krossed yes sir (I is too lazeeeh for driving lessons... Ohhh I could take the train! Trains are fun!)
~PRINCISS
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Quand je pense que j'ai failli mourir pour quelqu'un qui n'est pas de mon genre.
- Marcel Proust
Trains do sound delightful mind you
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"...I am in Tatiana's room. Tatiana and Olga are here... I am sitting and digging in my nose with my left hand. Olga wanted to slap me but I ran away from her swinish hand..."
- Anastasia Nicholaievna, May 8,1913
I shall take the train and meet you. It's now a question of when my dear Kuungh
(Overcoming boundaries is the shit.)
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Quand je pense que j'ai failli mourir pour quelqu'un qui n'est pas de mon genre.
- Marcel Proust
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"...I am in Tatiana's room. Tatiana and Olga are here... I am sitting and digging in my nose with my left hand. Olga wanted to slap me but I ran away from her swinish hand..."
- Anastasia Nicholaievna, May 8,1913
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