 General Info
| I Am Here For: |
To Meet People |
| Marital Status: |
In a Relationship |
| Children: |
Eventually |
| Education: |
Graduate School |
| Religion: |
Christian |
| Smoke: |
No |
| Drink: |
No |
| Occupation: |
SOMETHING |
| Body Type: |
N/A |
| Height: |
5' 0" |
| Ethnicity: |
White / Caucasian |
| Languages: |
English |
My Web Gifts
A gift from uname
Note:
Content:
Sent
12/12/2012
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Ave_NWN_NDH_DSD's Scoop
About me:
My mother and fatherI have some of the best Fathers and mother one could ask for no matter of I'm right or one all is always there to help me threw everything and the protect me no matter one... Love me always correct me sometimes???? I could not ask for any better :) Thank each and everyone of you for being there completely in your own ways.
DJ_LazerESU_NWN: The biggest pain in my ass I know but I love you to death and can't image my life without you a part of it I love you
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My momma Shar:
Where do I even began with you we have been through so much together I truly don’t know what life is without you being my mother your the one I turn to when I need advice your give it to me stright and not candy coating it and I appreciate that momma I love you thank you
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My sissy :
JaDe_ROS_ADK:
My sister my Bestfriend. My backbone when I need it somone to tell me I’m being an idiot. And just being there when I need her no matter right or wrong sissy you are one the most important people in my life and idk where I’ll be without you thank you for everything and most and all for being you xoxo
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My PANDI: Deus_Dar_DHR_CED
1 thing to say I love you *passes you your bamboo* pandi is mean ass but he a cute and cuddly mean ass. Where did pandi start umms like 6 years ago before I even knew about the outfit lmfso I love you my pandi
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My BBLM:Lyra_SWU_TEF_FSN girl you are my everything I can talk to you about no matter what and we know how to make a joke out of everything but also know how to take things serious I love you and don't know where I would be without you my BBLM!
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MY TRIPPYS(TRIPLETS)
Trippy Boss:PUP_HTT_NDH::: okey maybe your the biggest pain in my ass but you always make me see things straight when I don't wanna see the clear picture you help me threw a lot of situations and for that I thank you. I love you trippy
Trippy Fox: Prince_RobFM_NDH: cuddly sweet the rocket trippy I know I love you so much
Trippy Angle: Ave_NWN_NDH_DSD
These 2 guys me and the world to me fuck with them and ya asking to get hurt. I love y'all.
Elder_Red(Rest in peace Bubba your always be missed)
Who I'd like to meet:
Shar’s Secret Garden
In the heart of a quaint little village, nestled among rolling hills and ancient oak trees, lived Shar and her daughter, Avery. Shar was a woman of mystery, her eyes holding secrets that whispered of forgotten spells and hidden realms. She tended to her garden with a tenderness that bordered on reverence, coaxing life from the soil with a touch that seemed almost magical.
Avery, on the other hand, was a wild spirit. Her unruly curls danced in the wind as she chased butterflies through the meadows. She had her mother’s eyes, the same shade of moss green, but where Shar’s held secrets, Avery’s sparkled with curiosity.
Every morning, Shar would wake before dawn and slip out into the garden. The dew-kissed petals would unfurl at her touch, revealing colors that had no name. She would hum ancient tunes, her voice blending with the rustling leaves, and the flowers would sway in time.
Avery would watch from the window, her small hands pressed against the glass. “What does Mama do out there?” she would ask, her eyes wide with wonder.
“She tends to her secret garden,” the villagers would say, their voices hushed. “Shar has a way with plants, you see. They bloom for her like nowhere else.”
But Avery was not satisfied with whispers and half-truths. One moonlit night, she followed her mother into the garden. The air smelled of lavender and moonflowers, and the stars seemed to wink conspiratorially.
Shar stood in the center of the garden, her arms outstretched. The flowers swirled around her, petals brushing her skin like silk. Avery watched, breathless, as her mother whispered incantations that made the earth tremble.
“Come closer, my wild child,” Shar said, her eyes alight with magic. “It’s time you learned the truth.”
And so, Avery stepped into the heart of the garden. The ground shifted beneath her feet, and suddenly, they were no longer in the village. Instead, they stood on the edge of a cliff, overlooking a vast expanse of mist-shrouded mountains.
“This is my secret,” Shar said. “This garden is a gateway to other worlds. I tend to the flowers here, and they open the doors.”
Avery’s mind whirled with questions. “Why keep it a secret? Why not share this magic with the world?”
Shar’s smile was bittersweet. “Because magic is fragile, my dear. It can be twisted and misused. But here, in this hidden place, it remains pure.”
And so, mother and daughter explored the realms beyond the garden. They danced with fire sprites in the land of eternal summer, swam with mermaids in the turquoise seas, and listened to the songs of ancient trees in the whispering forests.
But as the years passed, Avery grew restless. She longed to share the magic with others, to see the wonder in their eyes. Shar understood, for she had once been like Avery—a wild spirit yearning for adventure.
“Go,” Shar said one day, her eyes filled with both pride and sorrow. “Explore the world beyond the garden. But remember, magic is a gift, not a right. Use it wisely.”
And so, Avery stepped through the garden’s gate, leaving behind the mist-shrouded mountains and her mother’s secret. She traveled far and wide, sharing stories of her adventures and the magic she had glimpsed.
But every night, she would return to the garden, where Shar waited with a cup of moonflower tea. They would sit together, watching the stars, and Avery would tell her mother of the wonders she had seen.
“You are my greatest adventure,” Shar would say, brushing a tear from Avery’s cheek. “And this garden, our shared secret.”
And so, the garden bloomed, its flowers whispering tales of love, loss, and magic. And in the heart of that hidden place, Shar and Avery wove their own story—one that spanned worlds and lifetimes, bound by a love that transcended even the most powerful spells.
The Enchanter of Whispering Pines
Deep within the heart of the Whispering Pines Forest, where the sunlight filtered through ancient leaves and the air hummed with forgotten spells, lived the enchanter known as Eldric. His presence was elusive, like the morning mist that clung to the moss-covered trees.
Eldric was unlike any other magical being Shar and Avery had encountered. His eyes held the wisdom of centuries, and his cloak shimmered with stardust. His hair, silver as moonlight, flowed down his back like a waterfall. But it was his voice that held the true magic—a melodic whisper that could sway the very roots of the forest.
One day, as Avery explored the forest, she stumbled upon a clearing. There, beneath a gnarled oak, sat Eldric. His fingers traced intricate patterns in the air, weaving spells that made the flowers bloom out of season and the birds sing harmonies never heard before.
“Who are you?” Avery asked, her curiosity piqued.
Eldric smiled, revealing teeth as white as snow. “I am the keeper of forgotten dreams,” he said. “The one who listens to the wind and speaks to the stars.”
Shar, drawn by the enchanting melody, joined them. Her eyes widened when she saw Eldric. “You’re no ordinary enchanter,” she said. “What secrets do you guard?”
Eldric’s gaze shifted to the Whispering Pines. “This forest is a bridge between worlds,” he explained. “Each tree holds a memory, each leaf a fragment of magic. I tend to their stories, ensuring they remain in balance.”
Shar leaned closer. “Why keep it hidden?”
“Because some magic is too fragile for mortal hands,” Eldric replied. “The Whispering Pines connect realms—our world, the faerie lands, and places beyond imagination. But misuse could unravel the very fabric of existence.”
Shar nodded. “And what of love?” she asked. “Can magic touch hearts?”
Eldric’s eyes softened. “Ah, love,” he said. “It weaves its own spells. But it must be nurtured, like the delicate ferns that thrive in moonlight.”
As days turned into weeks, Shar and Avery visited Eldric often. They learned to read the whispers of the trees, deciphering their ancient language. Eldric taught them spells that mended broken hearts and songs that healed wounded souls.
But one evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, Eldric grew somber. “The balance is shifting,” he said. “Darkness encroaches. A rift threatens to tear the Whispering Pines apart.”
Avery clenched her fists. “Can we stop it?”
Eldric’s gaze met Avery’s. “Only if you’re willing to sacrifice,” he said. “For every spell, there’s a cost.”
Avery touched Shar’s shoulder. “We’ll do whatever it takes,” she whispered.
And so, under Eldric’s guidance, they embarked on a quest. They gathered moonflower petals, dew from spiderwebs, and tears shed by lost souls. They chanted incantations at midnight, their voices blending with the wind.
In the heart of the Whispering Pines, they faced the rift—a tear in reality itself. Eldric stood at its edge, his cloak billowing like a storm cloud. “This is where magic and love collide,” he said.
Shar and Avery clasped hands. “We’re ready,” they declared.
Eldric’s voice rose, filling the forest. The rift trembled, threatening to consume them. But they held firm, pouring their love into the spell.
And in that moment, the Whispering Pines sang—a chorus of ancient voices, a symphony of forgotten dreams. The rift closed, sealing the worlds once more.
Eldric smiled, his eyes reflecting starlight. “Remember,” he said, “magic is not just in spells. It’s in the bonds we forge, the sacrifices we make.”
And so, Shar and Avery returned to their secret garden, their hearts forever touched by the enchanter of Whispering Pines. Eldric faded into the mist, but his whispers lingered, carried by the wind through the leaves.
And the forest continued to whisper its secrets, guarded by love, magic, and the enchanter who wove them together
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