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| [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 5px solid white; background: url(http://67.media.tumblr.com/c5b…o2cy744bha1qlt39u_500.gif) top center; background-size: cover; width: 80px; height: 99px;][/fancypost] | [fancypost borderwidth=0px; border-top: 1px dotted white; border-bottom: 1px dotted white; width: 227px; padding: 0px; padding-top: 2px; padding-bottom: 3px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 9px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 100%;]I HAD A DREAM THAT YOU WERE STANDING THERE WITH A GUN UP TO MY HEAD, YOU WERE ASKING HOW IT FELT TO WHICH I SAID: "I CANNOT LIE THERE IS A TINGLING DOWN MY SPINE"; YOU'LL HAVE REVENGE I'LL HAVE IT TOO WHAT'S MINE IS YOUR'S AND YOUR'S IS MINE; THEN YOU LAUGHED AND SAID I WAS A POET AND YOU LOVED MY USE OF WORDS; "BUT WE HAD BETTER GET A MOVE ON OR THEY'LL FIND US" MY HEARTBEAT DIDN'T GET A MOMENT IT WAS RACING UP THE HILL WE COULD BE DOOMED; TIME'S AFTER US, WE'RE AFTER TIME —[/fancypost] |
[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 350px; text-align: justify; font-size: 7.8pt; line-height: 10px; margin-top: -3px;]UNTAMED LOCKS AND TAWNEY EYES, HALF-BURNT SKIN AND SMALL WHITE LIES—Brooklyn Xander Armstrong, often referred to as Brooke or more affectionately Brookie, is a 21 year old Virgo who looks way tougher than he actually is. A lean, mean demon slaying machine on the outside and a pure puppy dog on the inside, Brooklyn's been struggling with his identity since he was a little kid. Still very much in the closet, Brooklyn's dated around since he was half-way through high school but never the gender he actually finds attractive. He's had odd mood swings his whole life and his parents quickly realized that something was a bit off when he was little. He was diagnosed with extreme depression when he was 14, and most of his sadness manifests in anger and quick outbursts instead of long-lasting hopeless like traditional depression. Most of the time he takes himself way too seriously and doesn't really know how to relax and let things go. He hates talking about his feelings and would much rather just keep things from others and then rant to himself alone later. That's another thing, Brooklyn talks to himself more than he'd care to admit. It's extremely hard for him to articulate things in general, at least out loud, but if you give him a piece of paper and a pen he'll write you a beautifully articulated poem about how much he hates you. His hazel eyes are in their natural state when rolling them and he's more often sarcastic than not. Like seriously. Sometimes people can't tell when he's being serious. It's kind of a problem.