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Name: Xandria_Wolf
Birthday: Aug 15 1996
Location: Hidden in the shadow of the moon
Gender: Female
Last Seen: Mon, 10 Sep 2012

Membership: Contributor

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Personal Bio
Hey, my name is Britney

I love writing short scary stories and poems that don't rhyme I think they're called free verse poems but I don't remember. I've been practicing magick for a little over a year now and I'm still barely scratching the surface. I'm a gothic and emo I enjoy my solitary life. My mother I think is starting to suspect me and I know she won't approve. I've been alone for a long time so I guess I'm a little lost at times but I really love meeting new people. I'm very nocturnal I'm just amazed with the beauty of the night that we don't see while we sleep. I am lesbian, there's no shame in admitting it, if you don't like it, then fuck off! Because I don't wake up every morning to impress you.

=MUSIC=

Black Veil Brides

Blood on the Dance Floor

Lady Gaga

Xandria

Evanescence

Linkin Park

Disturbed

Bullet for my Valentine

Sirenia

Epica

Nightwish

Nickleback

=INTERESTS=

Black

Silver

White

Wolves

Cats

Ravens

Dragons

Poetry

Any kind of magick

Music

The Moon

The Stars

The Night

Painting

Being alone

Walking under the moon in a dark forest

Singing

Girls

POEMS(These are some of my poems I don't know if they're any good but I like them)

=Wind Come To Me=

Winds your master has come

Answer to my beckoning and come at once

Tell me about the days events

Swirl around me in your mystic dance

Whisper in my ears and tell me who it was

Be my eyes for the time that I was gone

Fallow me wind

Sing to me your soft lullaby

Raise me spirits like you raise the dead leaves from the ground

Run your thin silken fingers through my hair

Lift me from this body

Wind come to me

Yes, come my wind

Together we shall conquer

You shall blow like the mighty hurricane

Uprooting those trees and homes of those who have done us wrong

Yes it is time

To rise above all who mocked

To show those that you are more than capable of lifting a leaf

You are strong, you are mighty

Come wind, come it is time for our triumph

Breathe into my soul, fuel me

Strengthen me and let us leave

Together a never tiring duo

Yes fueled by rage and hate

We shall cover the world in our darkened cloak and under our power they shall be

Even the trees will bow to you

The darkness shall be our only companion

Yes wind, we were made for one another

Both under-estimated and feared

Wise, soft as the clouds

Wind come with me and we shall get our revenge.

=My World=

Born into the arms of the moon

Raised by darkness

Mentored by the shadows

Friends with death itself

Yes, I am the child of evil

I dance under the cold black sky

Sing to the ravens the symbol of death

Take my hand, feel the cold

Solid yet fragile, here but not there

Dance with me, let me show you my world

Where you become the shadows

Where the colors of the world bleed into each other and turn grey

Where there is nothing around you and you are alone

You walk around aimlessly, a lost soul

Nowhere to go, nowhere to stay

No real purpose to fulfill

Nothing you can do

Take my hand and dance with me

Let's dance ourselves into the beyond

Because though my feet have never left the ground my mind and soul have seen beyond the grave

Welcome to my world.

=Witch=

Chanting words unknown

Dancing before the fire

Candles in a circle around me

Besides the moon my only light

Banging on the door!

A huge winds blows out all the candles and I must hurry!

They caught me

Dragged away, my head hung low

Shouts and accusations

For once they are right

A large pile of wood

The strong scent of smoke and flesh

Looks like I wasn't the only one

They tie me up and I have nothing to say

It starts with a soft orange glow but builds up to a roaring sea of heat

I look strait forward and I see you in the crowd

Smirking, laughing at me

I smirk back and shout my last words

"Burn me at the stake! Dance upon my bones! Throw my ashes into the sky and sing to the moon my freedom from you!"

And I laugh like a crazy person

The fire engulfs me

I am no more

To those who hate emos and goths:

Isn't it funny that when you go to the shops with your friends you look down at the girl with black jeans and studs but smile at the girl wearing a mini with a t-shirt that barely cover anything?

Isn't it funny you can change your music taste to impress a guy but when it comes to a girl who likes her own music and her own style, you give her a mouthful?

ISN'T IT FUNNY that a guy can get away with being a gangsta but the emo gets a mouthful from everyone? are you laughing?

Isn't it funny a emo can be quiet all through the week but gets more shit from everyone than the girl who sleeps around and sells her virginity?

ISN'T IT FUNNY that you don't mind your friends drinking, smoking but the minute someone mentions emo music you can give them a lecture on melodramatic teenage outcasts?

I'm not laughing.

IT'S SO FUNNY that you and your friends can make a girls life hell and not know anything about the silent battle she might be fighting.

ISN'T IT FUNNY that you can call emos, punks, goths the retards but still manage to get through your day without an inch of guilt in your heart.

HOW YOU CAN CALL A GIRL A POSER, HOW CAN YOU SAY ''YOUR NOT EMO'' OR ''ATTENTION SEEKER'' WITHOUT SPENDING A SECOND TRYING TO FIGURE OUT WHY THERE ARE CUTS ON HER WRISTS AND WHY SHE SPENDS HER LUNCHTIMES CRYING INSTEAD OF LAUGHING WITH HER FRIENDS? KEEP ON LAUGHING!

Isn't it funny you can say and do all this without any idea of what is going on in this persons life without knowing her situation with her friends or her family or her LIFE!

BRAVE ISN'T GOING UP ON STAGE AND STRIPPING!

BRAVE IS NOT SAYING A SPEECH OR DUMPING YOUR BOYFRIEND!

BRAVE IS GOING TO SCHOOL ON MUFTI DAY AND NOT FOR A SECOND CARE WHAT THE WORLD AROUND YOU IS SAYING ABOUT YOUR CLOTHES.

ITS LISTENING TO YOUR OWN MUSIC AND BEING PROUD OF IT!

ITS GOING THROUGH EVERY DAY WITH THE THINGS PEOPLE SAY TO YOUR FACE AND BEHIND YOUR BACK AND YOU STILL KEEP QUIET.

ITS KNOWING WHAT YOUR ''FRIENDS'' ARE SAYING ABOUT YOU AND STILL CALLING THEM YOUR FRIENDS!

BRAVE IS KNOWING THAT TOMORROW ISN'T A BRIGHT AND HAPPY FUTURE ITS ANOTHER DAY OF COMPLAINING AND DODGING RUMORS! KEEP ON LAUGHING.

if you agree put this on your profile and advise others to do the same

FAKE FRIENDS: Never ask for food.

REAL FRIENDS: Are the reason you have no food.

FAKE FRIENDS: Call your parents Mr./Mrs.

REAL FRIENDS: Call your parents DAD/MOM.

FAKE FRIENDS: Bail you out of jail and tell you what you did was wrong.

REAL FRIENDS: Will sit next to you saying ''Dang, we really messed up,but that sure was fun!''

FAKE FRIENDS: Never seen you cry.

REAL FRIENDS: Cry with you.

FAKE FRIENDS: Borrow your stuff for a few days then give it back.

REAL FRIENDS: Keep your stuff so long they forget it's yours.

FAKE FRIENDS: Know a few things about you.

REAL FRIENDS: Can write a book about you, with direct quotes from you.

FAKE FRIENDS: Will leave you behind if that is what the crowd is doing.

REAL FRIENDS: Will kick the whole crowds butt that left you.

FAKE FRIENDS: Will knock on your front door.

REAL FRIENDS: Walk right in and say ''I'M HOME!''

FAKE FRIENDS: Are for awhile.

REAL FRIENDS: Are for life.

FAKE FRIENDS: Say they are too busy to listen to your problems, but when it comes to them they expect you to have all the time in the world.

REAL FRIENDS: Not only kick everything out of their schedule to listen to what?s wrong, but help come up with vindictive plans to make you feel a whole lot better!

FAKE FRIENDS: Make you say sorry when you want to talk to them at odd hours of the night, or even just hang out at odd hours.

REAL FRIENDS: Come right over and hang out with you, until you either fall asleep, or kick them out.

FAKE FRIENDS: Will ignore this.

REAL FRIENDS: Will re-post it

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95% of teens would freak out if they saw Miley Cyrus or the Jonas brothers on a 247' building ready to jump off. Copy and paste this in your profile if you are one of the 5% that would bring a bucket of popcorn, a chair, a video camera and yell !!!!JUMP!!!!

1 of every 10 people born is gay. That means 1 of every 10 people is instantly put down, given bad labels, left alone, put in a minority and so much more.. all for something they didn't ask for. Many gay teens are committing suicide as a way of escaping. If you want to tell them life will get better and you respect them for who they ...are, put this on your profile, most of you won't, but let's see the 5% of you who will

don't care if you're gay or straight, everybody needs love.

I don't care if you're diseased with an incurable sickness, everybody deserves a chance.

I don't care if you're ugly or pretty, everybody has flaws.

I don't care if you're black or white, everybody has the same capabilities.

I don't care if you're weird, everybody needs to change.

I don't care if you're rich or poor, everybody needs warmth.

I don't care if you're different, everybody is.

Re-post this if you agree with it.

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