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life soundtrack_---_ IF YOUR LIFE WAS A MOVIE, WHAT WOULD THE SOUNDTRACK BE? _---_
*~* RULES *~*
 Get out / open your music player (iPod, MP3 Player, etc.) / music library (iTunes, Winamp, Media Player etc.).
 Put it on shuffle.
 Press forward / the next button for each theme.
 Use the song title as the answer to each theme, even if it doesn't make sense.
 Bold the theme (Opening Credits, Waking Up, etc.), italicize the answers, and give your own comments in the parenthesis on how it relates to the prompt.
 DON'T SKIP SONGS OR LIE!
.::. Opening Credits .::.
twinkle star - kanon wakeshima
( lol? so my live will be bright? )
.::. Your Theme .::.
corruption garden - megurine luka
( so i'll be battling? oAo )
.::. Waking Up .::.
heroine syndrome - kanon wakeshima
( this song is pretty upbeat, so i guess - i want to be a heroine? )
.::. School .::.
calendula requiem - kanonxkanon
( ... school has bitter things in it, so yeah. )
.::. Home .::.
marmalade sky - kanon wakeshima
( uhuh. home
t h a n k y o u .A bright Monday at the carnival. This doesn't happen regularly. Chiyo looked at the carnival and sits on the grass. She gazed at the morning sun, feeling warm and fuzzy. Suddenly, she remembers something. Tears rolled on her cheeks.
2 years ago.
It was silent, as always. The girl looked up and down, wandering where she is. "Atashi wa dare desuka? Nande watashi wa oboeta janai?" Said the girl to herself. Her voice echoed around the darkened, empty little room. The girl sighed. She can't remember anything except the fact that she was lonely now. Her body was chained into a pole, so she can't move even a little bit. "Sumimasen? Anata wa watashi o kikoeta no desuka?" Her voice gradually become weaker and weaker. "Excuse me? Where am I?" The girl asked again. Her voice was suggesting that she is exhausted asking to no one. Suddenly, a warm, fuzzy feeling lighted the room.
A light approached the girl. The girl looked at that light, feeling warm and happy.
IronmanHear me read it
My friends used to call William "Ironman" because the first time we kissed he got a nosebleed and the taste of his blood haunted me for a long time after it. We'd only been twelve years old and apparently the anxiety spiked his blood pressure to the point of combustion... I remember that when we were forced to take sex ed a few years later we were divided into separate classes for boys and girls, in case a diagram of an ovary was too risqué and we became animalistic and started clawing at each other in our seats, but nonetheless when our teacher Ms Jacobs had explained to us what an erection was in my mind all I could picture was the blood rushing to his nose and then the slash of cranberry across my blouse.
With the idea planted in his mind it didn't take long for William's hands to start wandering, but the image persisted. Every time I thought about just letting it happen I wondered what would happen if he got too excite
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