Deviant favorites. (Thursday, April 8, 2010 / 3:57 PM)
THESE BELOW ARE SUCHA LOVELIES:
It's all cool right?
Love ya earthlings.
Deva;_;
Love this. (Sunday, April 4, 2010 / 7:36 PM)
Hey heart this
look kay:
Love,
Deva :*
Labels: Fashion
Imogen heap. ( / 1:08 PM)
I regret not going to imogen heap live in concert, yeah really. I started to love her music that's why rrr
HIDE AND SEEK
Where are we? What the hell is going on?
The dust has only just begun to form,
Crop circles in the carpet, sinking, feeling.
Spin me round again and rub my eyes.
This can't be happening.
When busy streets a mess with people
would stop to hold their heads heavy.
Hide and seek.
Trains and sewing machines.
All those years they were here first.
Oily marks appear on walls
Where pleasure moments hung before.
The takeover, the sweeping insensitivity of this
still life.
Hide and seek.
Trains and sewing machines. (Oh, you won't catch me around here)
Blood and tears,
They were here first.
Mmm, what you say?
Mm, that you only meant well? Well, of course you did.
Mmm, what you say?
Mm, that it's all for the best? Ah of course it is.
Mmm, what you say?
Mm, that it's just what we need? And you decided this.
Mmm what you say?
What did she say?
Ransom notes keep falling out your mouth.
Mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cut-outs.
Speak no feeling, no I dont believe you.
You don't care a bit. You don't care a bit.
Ransom notes keep falling out your mouth.
Mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cut-outs.
Speak no feeling, no I don't believe you.
You don't care a bit. You don't care a bit.
You don't care a bit.
You don't care a bit.
You don't care a bit.
You don't care a bit.
You don't care a bit.
Love,
Deva ;]
Labels: Lyrics
Quote again, when will it end? (Saturday, April 3, 2010 / 7:26 PM)
Well, again this is true. Punch me
Quote-ish.
Hate,
Deva
Labels: Thinking.
Quote. (Thursday, April 1, 2010 / 11:56 PM)
Well, that's true bloggers.
Love ya'll. :*
Deva.
Askaskaskask. (Friday, March 19, 2010 / 12:57 PM)
Hey ya'll.
Ask anything that's on your mind and ask me with common sense kay? not the stupid ones.
Love ya
Deva!
Scores, eeh? (Friday, March 12, 2010 / 2:06 PM)
So these past couple years well school years, grade 8. I got dumber and dumber :(
I think i didn't study good enough or something well whatever it is i am trying my best being a dedicated student. Okay so with that, bye.
Love ya'll bloggeristics :D.
Lyrics-ing, (Thursday, March 4, 2010 / 10:32 PM)
Okay now i started to like old songs, but modifying it. Kinda geek-ish but it's kinda cool when you listen to it like TV Show's Glee that's entertaining, really. So i browsed some of my fave songs and hey check it out, here:
Don't Rain On My Parade
Don't tell me not to live,
Just sit and putter,
Life's candy and the sun's
A ball of butter.
Don't bring around a cloud
To rain on my parade!
Don't tell me not to fly--
I've simply got to.
If someone takes a spill,
It's me and not you.
Who told you you're allowed
To rain on my parade!
I'll march my band out,
I'll beat my drum,
And if I'm fanned out,
Your turn at bat, sir.
At least I didn't fake it.
Hat, sir, I guess I didn't make it!
But whether I'm the rose
Of sheer perfection,
Or freckle on the nose
Of life's complexion,
The cinder or the shiny apple of its eye,
I gotta fly once,
I gotta try once,
Only can die once, right, sir?
Ooh, life is juicy,
Juicy, and you see
I gotta have my bite, sir!
Get ready for me, love,
cause I'm a commer,
I simply gotta march,
My heart's a drummer.
Don't bring around a cloud
To rain on my parade!
I'm gonna live and live now,
Get what I want--I know how,
One roll for the whole show bang,
One throw, that bell will go clang,
Eye on the target and wham
One shot, one gun shot, and BAM
Hey, Mister Armstein,
Here I am!
I'll march my band out,
I will beat my drum,
And if I'm fanned out,
Your turn at bat, sir,
At least I didn't fake it.
Hat, sir, I guess I didn't make it.
Get ready for me, love,
'cause I'm a commer,
I simply gotta march,
My heart's a drummer.
Nobody, no, nobody
Is gonna rain on my parade!
ENJOY! :D
Labels: Lyrics
