-I'm Avery. -People say when they're around me, experiences are amplified and bestially emotional, like they're being ferried to a habitat of kosher luxury. -I'm 20-something. -I'm positive, and not afraid to regulate virile eroticism. -I'm obsessive. -I'm willing to go to the limits of the planet for the human beings I treasure. -I'm indecisive. -I may be unloyal, villainous and a little bit carnal, but that only makes me engaging ;) -I love animals. -I think hot potatos and indulgence jumble well together. -I'm a vegetarian. -I like liaisions, occurrences, and peppy refined sympathy. -I'm way too attached to music. -I play with womanliness and fertility. -I play guitar. -People say my "look" is rocking. -I have 1 dog & 3 cats. -I'm tenebrous and alluring. -I live in Nevada. -I'm casual, devout, and easy-going. -I just finished my second year at uni. -I'm flirtatious and like to influence others with paralyzed rapture. -I live with my fiance and our animals. -I write about sensible thrills, vivacity, acclaim by coalition, and dynamism, fevered and glacial. -I live in a fairly big town. -I think I'm good at identifying with people's jazz, knowing people's misery, and preparing myself for their responses. -I post pictures when I feel like it. -I'm good at making people see themselves in a worthier light. -I'm a photographer. -I have aplomb, erotic fire, goals, and hopefulness. -I love Italian cuisine. -I have an intruding, keen peep and an air of secrecy. -I like to travel. -I like to transmit vigor while remaining withdrawn. -I'm studying psychology and sociology. -I am ambiguous yet celestial, flashing yet greasy.
It's not that I don't understand the words you're using, it's that you're using them in ways that they are not intended to be used, and their only purpose appears to be to make your writing more difficult to understand. If you were walking around with a pair of knickers on your head it would not matter that they were Yves St Laurent knickers made of the finest silk, you would still look ridiculous because they're not meant to be worn on your head.
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(Anonymous) 2012-05-29 12:03 pm (UTC)(link)-I'm Avery.
-People say when they're around me, experiences are amplified and bestially emotional, like they're being ferried to a habitat of kosher luxury.
-I'm 20-something.
-I'm positive, and not afraid to regulate virile eroticism.
-I'm obsessive.
-I'm willing to go to the limits of the planet for the human beings I treasure.
-I'm indecisive.
-I may be unloyal, villainous and a little bit carnal, but that only makes me engaging ;)
-I love animals.
-I think hot potatos and indulgence jumble well together.
-I'm a vegetarian.
-I like liaisions, occurrences, and peppy refined sympathy.
-I'm way too attached to music.
-I play with womanliness and fertility.
-I play guitar.
-People say my "look" is rocking.
-I have 1 dog & 3 cats.
-I'm tenebrous and alluring.
-I live in Nevada.
-I'm casual, devout, and easy-going.
-I just finished my second year at uni.
-I'm flirtatious and like to influence others with paralyzed rapture.
-I live with my fiance and our animals.
-I write about sensible thrills, vivacity, acclaim by coalition, and dynamism, fevered and glacial.
-I live in a fairly big town.
-I think I'm good at identifying with people's jazz, knowing people's misery, and preparing myself for their responses.
-I post pictures when I feel like it.
-I'm good at making people see themselves in a worthier light.
-I'm a photographer.
-I have aplomb, erotic fire, goals, and hopefulness.
-I love Italian cuisine.
-I have an intruding, keen peep and an air of secrecy.
-I like to travel.
-I like to transmit vigor while remaining withdrawn.
-I'm studying psychology and sociology.
-I am ambiguous yet celestial, flashing yet greasy.
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(Anonymous) 2012-05-29 12:04 pm (UTC)(link)It's not that I don't understand the words you're using, it's that you're using them in ways that they are not intended to be used, and their only purpose appears to be to make your writing more difficult to understand. If you were walking around with a pair of knickers on your head it would not matter that they were Yves St Laurent knickers made of the finest silk, you would still look ridiculous because they're not meant to be worn on your head.
MODS
(Anonymous) 2012-05-29 12:04 pm (UTC)(link)Re: MODS
(Anonymous) 2012-05-29 12:06 pm (UTC)(link)we already know she goes here
was probably purplewasp
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(Anonymous) 2012-05-29 12:04 pm (UTC)(link)no1curr now
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(Anonymous) 2012-05-29 12:05 pm (UTC)(link)no subject
(Anonymous) 2012-05-29 12:06 pm (UTC)(link)no subject
(Anonymous) 2012-05-29 12:05 pm (UTC)(link)but what does it meaaaaaaaaan?