| [fancypost bgcolor= white; border-top: 8px solid #D12525; border-left: 8px solid #D12525; border-bottom: 8px solid #D12525; border-right: 3px solid samecolor; cursor: url(http://cur.cursors-4u.net/cursors/cur-9/cur844.cur),auto; overflow: auto; width: 220px; height: 390px;color: #D12525; font-family: georgia; font-size: 13px; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase;] entry» №. 1 overall evaluation of today» bittersweet happiness» ★★★☆☆ temperament control» ★★☆☆☆ highlights» backstory the penumbra» powers» multiple possessions song» ayano's theory of happiness [fancypost bgcolor= #D12525; border: transparent; height: 50px; width: 220px; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; font-size: 25px; text-align: left; color: oldlace; margin-left: -15px;letter-spacing: 1px;] papercities' diary[/fancypost] [/fancypost] |
[align=center] [fancypost bgcolor= white; border-top: 8px solid #D12525; border-left: 3px solid #D12525; border-bottom: 8px solid #D12525; border-right: 8px solid #D12525; cursor: url(http://cur.cursors-4u.net/cursors/cur-9/cur844.cur),auto; overflow: auto; width: 250px; height: 390px; margin-left: -9px; color: #D12525; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase;][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; height: 18px; width: 100px; margin-left: -17px; border-left: 132px solid #D12525; border-top: 0px solid #D12525; border-right: 0px solid black; font-family: georgia; color: #D12525; text-align: center; margin-top: -5px;font-size: 11px;]» january 2 2015[/fancypost] Ooh, this notebook is pretty. Well, I wrote in it, so it's mine now! This is now my I was adopted into a litter of three with a wonderful mother. she said my father had left because he was needed somewhere else. Ha. Liar. Her name was Mirai. I still wonder what it means, but she never had a chance to tell me... maybe I should look it up. And then there were my siblings. My oldest brother, Ryder, was always the bravest out of all of us. We lived near a forest, and everyday we snuck out to pretend we were hunting monsters. Those were the good memories. He looked just like my 'father,' but he didn't always have such a crazed look in his eyes. And my second-oldest sister, Luna, was always the one who didn't like to show any emotion. But it was always so easy to read her yellow eyes, even when she didn't want us to. And then there was *there are a few loose pen strokes here, as if she had been trying to write something while not paying any attention* Holly. She was the youngest of the bunch, and she was always so playful and happy. It hurt to see all the terror and hurt in her green eyes.. *there's something faint here that looks like 'i'm sorry, sister'* Oh. I have to go now, I'll finish telling you everything tomorrow! ( OOC NOTE: never listen to the theme song while writing, i cried like three times yo ) [/fancypost] |
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