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*Pionts* ZBow to him, for he is the God of Sexyness, among other things. See, u dont know it , but realy, hes teh All Might God. *Pionts* bellow is one of my journal entries introducing him. Read if your interested.if nto,scroll past it ::

I'm pretty sure you hear about those online dating services; how could u not!
Their everywhere , in every damned popup and spam ad, you cant escape them.And nor could I. So after fallowing some popup ad off a clothing store, i found myself at Gothic Personals. A community for the dark at heart to connect with others across the globe, or in your local area. So basicaly, i assumed everyone on there were a bunch of MM loving shelf "goths" , or prehaps a lovely array of kids with idienty crisis and unsaitable urges to " fit with teh trend". And , particuly, i was correct. There are alot of those there,
but then u got the real good people, those people u realy feel blessed to find.

Once opon a time, someone found me.

Isnt he sexy? Yah, u know u wonna rape him?!Photos do not even do him justice.His eyes are orbs of gold, a sweet luring honey brown,with splinters of gold ...His beautifull hiar is a coppery brown, with sanguine hue overtones, and as if thepretty colour wanst anough, he takes such nice care of his hiar, always in soft glossy locks , you cant help but wonna run your hands through it. Then agian i have a fetishfor men with nice hiar, that might jsut be me v_v; Hes even growing it long, ^_^!
If you can tare your gaze off his lovely face, and past that thundering pulse
(is that a problemonly i have? I hope im not alone on that one.. ) ,i will bet you $5(and im a pennypinching mother fucker, i dotn gamble lessi know yoru drunk, or i am sure to win) , that his body will make u want ot get on your knees, and kiss the very ground he walks on. Whhy would u do that u ask? BECAUSE HES GOD..damnit..

Mind you im not a person to fall in love for meer superficial things, if that was the case id be in love with alot of men. Just because someone is deliciouise, and you want them to father your children(lol), dun make them God, they have to have a (nto goood) , but
great persoanlity>And thats what he has. Hes the purrrfect combonation of maturity,and childishness. Hes adorable, and hell make u smile and laugh, but hes smart, intellegant in a way that makes even the most egocentric feel inferior. Hes responacable, reliable,and he takes care of things . He takes on alot of hard things, and i feel so bad for it. He works and pays for things himself,even is going through Collage, and in my personal opinion,
has the damne bitchiest parents to deal with(still think his mom is scarey..), and yet he takes the time to see me almost everyt Tuesday & Thursday! Where i neglect in social skills, he exeless in surplus. Iv not seen someone so charismatic, hell, he even swayed my dad.( yes.. my dad calls him his son in law. Its.....scarey).But hes not just all those things, hes
talented ,too. Damnit, what did i tell you, hes GOD. (get on your knees and worship him peon >_> ) With all these things going for him, whats so great, is he isnt arrogent. Or not at least around me..
And im his polar contrast in things, so im probly a good ego boost v_v.

( did i mention his vioce is orgasmic? ... )

Know what else i love about him? ( i guess this is just expanding on the sweetnes..But oh well!its my fucjing journal, i can do these things! hehehee) He can bring warmth back to my soul. Its sort of..animating an old, curoding weatherd statue. One of those ivy coverd girls u see draped over
tomb stones.. .. Thats what he has done, giving me life. I would be honnored to be his lil marionette.At some piont in my life, for a long time actualy, this pounding beneath my breast mocked me,
it riped me apart and i cried in agony for my existance. But.. its different now. My heart is beatingwith joy, for it beats for him and no other. Not only has he breathed life back to the defunct, but giving
me back all the things this world riped from my soul. God, i can smile agian! I smile and it reachs my eyes(damned horrible hazill) , i smile and i dont wonna rip my face off inshame for the act. Andknow what i found myself doing around him? Luaghing! No.. not that cold sarcastic cackle i normaly
give to many, but a high spirited one. geniune. Laugher, smiles, bio products of something i hadnt feltin a very, very long time. Happyness. He gave me back my soul a new, not only mended the noxious
wounds, but gave me the most spendid thing to share. Love. No , no , not love. but Love.it diservesa captial letter. Its the most incredible,magnificent otherwrodly feeling. I cant hardly articulate it, but..
i thank him for it. I thank him for things he could never even know of. And i leave unmentioned.

Thank you Master, i want to thank you , and i cant thank u enough.... I love you too.

He chased away the horror, and now, thgouths of him consume me nyte and day.. Call me obsessed,and ill agree! I am proud to be obsessed! Im proud to show of fhis pic in my purse, and brag about him
endlessly till my contact is imagining duct tape over my moulth ( or, for my more openly perved friends,ball gag. A red one with a black strap would be nice ^_^; ) I find myself crying, andid be just, lost, bewilderd
as to why i am crying, i wanst sad. In fact, i was spellbound by unstopable sappy happy, girl thoughts.( damnit, he turned a tom boy into a girl ) . Iv never cried happy tears ever. At all. And i remember the
first time i cried happy tears, it was on the phone with him.. He had called me at my mothers, and i crawledonto my bed, the corner,staringup at hte moon from my window listenign to him talk. and i remmber all the things
he siad, no one can be sweeter then this man.. And, i rember, how when he had to get off the phone, he got onlinewith this cute image of a blue sock, with epgniuns on it. The event was so forgien to me, i dont think
ill forget it. heh...but, yes, thank goodness for great documentation. See, my saving every convo i ahve iwth him and printing out the sweet things to keep in my bookbag DOES pay off.. Expierance his sweetness first hand:

"It: LLOK OUT HERE THEY COME
t: THE WARM FUZZIES
t: AHHHHHHHHHH
ot: ::lull::
ot: hehehehe
t: oh and there are penquins afoot
ot: [link] Afootdesat1.jpg
iot: hehehe
ot: goodnight my love"

You know your intoxicated with love when ---

1) you draw picutres of the 2 of you together.
2) you give them thier own catagory in French on your budy list( with IM alert! Lol)
3) Dream of them
* bonus if your dreaming of them doign somethign sappy. Like holding you.. or preposing to you..anything liek that.
* ( but the wet dreams still count lmao)
4) You give yourself to them mently, physiclay,spiritualy, any way possiable, just to be with them all the ways you can thinkof
5) name misc stuffed animals thier secondary likenesss and refuse to part with it.
6)Squeek. WHen u fucking squeek. U know u are in for it. lol
7) Your heart beat skips when thier name is mentioned
Wake up in the middle of class whispering their name .
9) Go to sleep imagining what it owudl be liek, going to sleep held in thier tender embrace.
10) The last name syndrom. Your fucked if you start repeating names wondering how they sound on your lips.

And SO much more. *snuggles other chiarin though*

Also, to that list...

11) Turn around when u hear a door or any otehr niose, and opon noting it was nothing but your imagination, are sad because u thoght it woudl be them.

I keep staring at this screen,(which is gettign hard, becuse im crying like a panzy, god i miss him so much.. oh yah, 12) you get withdrawls when your away from the person for a time period) , and i have my headphones on, so obveously, i couldnt hear a door open if someoen smashed it open with an axe( nice thought,r ight?) but i swear, ill ocatioanly hear a vioce, or the door, or a tocuh across my shoulder blade. And i know im prety crazy, but im not insaine. And when it comes to matters of spirit, im pretty good at these things..but i think hes on my midn so much, that my mind creates this feeling. I feel so nice and warm, safe, loved, right now, the way i feel when im in his presance, his aura. Thats basicaly what i feel, but thenit goes away..and i feel so volnerable, abandoned, cold.. Uusaly, at that piont , id of start thingign about society,adn the world, and all those atrocities that years past, would have driven me into my bedside with glistening blade in hand. But that doesnt happen anymore.. my fingertisp brush over his ring instincitvly, and thoughts of him flood through my mind aigan, and all is fine. Hes my santuary.

I realy want to spend my life with him, he makes me feel good.( Not just sexualy eather cori*narrows eyes *^_^;
though any man would be jelouse of his adornments....*adjuss her halo* ) . I wonna be around in case he needs to talk about something. I wonna be there to ravish him in little angelic kisses and tell him how much i Love him. I wonnasew a button back on his damned shirt when it rips. I wonna satisfy all his deepest passions and desires ; I want him to know someone is always there for him, to suport him, to care and to help what ever way she can. I wonna lay down inbed and watch him sleep..I wonna do anything that will make him happy.... I want my Master to be happy....

My knight in shining armor( thought slighty alterd to jeans and band shisrts) is giving me my fairy tale ending.

And u know what?

We're gonna live happily ever after.

Description
*Pionts* ZBow to him, for he is the God of Sexyness, among other things. See, u dont know it , but realy, hes teh All Might God. *Pionts* bellow is one of my journal entries introducing him. Read if your interested.if nto,scroll past it ::

I'm pretty sure you hear about those online dating services; how could u not!
Their everywhere , in every damned popup and spam ad, you cant escape them.And nor could I. So after fallowing some popup ad off a clothing store, i found myself at Gothic Personals. A community for the dark at heart to connect with others across the globe, or in your local area. So basicaly, i assumed everyone on there were a bunch of MM loving shelf "goths" , or prehaps a lovely array of kids with idienty crisis and unsaitable urges to " fit with teh trend". And , particuly, i was correct. There are alot of those there,
but then u got the real good people, those people u realy feel blessed to find.

Once opon a time, someone found me.

Isnt he sexy? Yah, u know u wonna rape him?!Photos do not even do him justice.His eyes are orbs of gold, a sweet luring honey brown,with splinters of gold ...His beautifull hiar is a coppery brown, with sanguine hue overtones, and as if thepretty colour wanst anough, he takes such nice care of his hiar, always in soft glossy locks , you cant help but wonna run your hands through it. Then agian i have a fetishfor men with nice hiar, that might jsut be me v_v; Hes even growing it long, ^_^!
If you can tare your gaze off his lovely face, and past that thundering pulse
(is that a problemonly i have? I hope im not alone on that one.. ) ,i will bet you $5(and im a pennypinching mother fucker, i dotn gamble lessi know yoru drunk, or i am sure to win) , that his body will make u want ot get on your knees, and kiss the very ground he walks on. Whhy would u do that u ask? BECAUSE HES GOD..damnit..

Mind you im not a person to fall in love for meer superficial things, if that was the case id be in love with alot of men. Just because someone is deliciouise, and you want them to father your children(lol), dun make them God, they have to have a (nto goood) , but
great persoanlity>And thats what he has. Hes the purrrfect combonation of maturity,and childishness. Hes adorable, and hell make u smile and laugh, but hes smart, intellegant in a way that makes even the most egocentric feel inferior. Hes responacable, reliable,and he takes care of things . He takes on alot of hard things, and i feel so bad for it. He works and pays for things himself,even is going through Collage, and in my personal opinion,
has the damne bitchiest parents to deal with(still think his mom is scarey..), and yet he takes the time to see me almost everyt Tuesday & Thursday! Where i neglect in social skills, he exeless in surplus. Iv not seen someone so charismatic, hell, he even swayed my dad.( yes.. my dad calls him his son in law. Its.....scarey).But hes not just all those things, hes
talented ,too. Damnit, what did i tell you, hes GOD. (get on your knees and worship him peon >_> ) With all these things going for him, whats so great, is he isnt arrogent. Or not at least around me..
And im his polar contrast in things, so im probly a good ego boost v_v.

( did i mention his vioce is orgasmic? ... )

Know what else i love about him? ( i guess this is just expanding on the sweetnes..But oh well!its my fucjing journal, i can do these things! hehehee) He can bring warmth back to my soul. Its sort of..animating an old, curoding weatherd statue. One of those ivy coverd girls u see draped over
tomb stones.. .. Thats what he has done, giving me life. I would be honnored to be his lil marionette.At some piont in my life, for a long time actualy, this pounding beneath my breast mocked me,
it riped me apart and i cried in agony for my existance. But.. its different now. My heart is beatingwith joy, for it beats for him and no other. Not only has he breathed life back to the defunct, but giving
me back all the things this world riped from my soul. God, i can smile agian! I smile and it reachs my eyes(damned horrible hazill) , i smile and i dont wonna rip my face off inshame for the act. Andknow what i found myself doing around him? Luaghing! No.. not that cold sarcastic cackle i normaly
give to many, but a high spirited one. geniune. Laugher, smiles, bio products of something i hadnt feltin a very, very long time. Happyness. He gave me back my soul a new, not only mended the noxious
wounds, but gave me the most spendid thing to share. Love. No , no , not love. but Love.it diservesa captial letter. Its the most incredible,magnificent otherwrodly feeling. I cant hardly articulate it, but..
i thank him for it. I thank him for things he could never even know of. And i leave unmentioned.

Thank you Master, i want to thank you , and i cant thank u enough.... I love you too.

He chased away the horror, and now, thgouths of him consume me nyte and day.. Call me obsessed,and ill agree! I am proud to be obsessed! Im proud to show of fhis pic in my purse, and brag about him
endlessly till my contact is imagining duct tape over my moulth ( or, for my more openly perved friends,ball gag. A red one with a black strap would be nice ^_^; ) I find myself crying, andid be just, lost, bewilderd
as to why i am crying, i wanst sad. In fact, i was spellbound by unstopable sappy happy, girl thoughts.( damnit, he turned a tom boy into a girl ) . Iv never cried happy tears ever. At all. And i remember the
first time i cried happy tears, it was on the phone with him.. He had called me at my mothers, and i crawledonto my bed, the corner,staringup at hte moon from my window listenign to him talk. and i remmber all the things
he siad, no one can be sweeter then this man.. And, i rember, how when he had to get off the phone, he got onlinewith this cute image of a blue sock, with epgniuns on it. The event was so forgien to me, i dont think
ill forget it. heh...but, yes, thank goodness for great documentation. See, my saving every convo i ahve iwth him and printing out the sweet things to keep in my bookbag DOES pay off.. Expierance his sweetness first hand:

"It: LLOK OUT HERE THEY COME
t: THE WARM FUZZIES
t: AHHHHHHHHHH
ot: ::lull::
ot: hehehehe
t: oh and there are penquins afoot
ot: [link] Afootdesat1.jpg
iot: hehehe
ot: goodnight my love"

You know your intoxicated with love when ---

1) you draw picutres of the 2 of you together.
2) you give them thier own catagory in French on your budy list( with IM alert! Lol)
3) Dream of them
* bonus if your dreaming of them doign somethign sappy. Like holding you.. or preposing to you..anything liek that.
* ( but the wet dreams still count lmao)
4) You give yourself to them mently, physiclay,spiritualy, any way possiable, just to be with them all the ways you can thinkof
5) name misc stuffed animals thier secondary likenesss and refuse to part with it.
6)Squeek. WHen u fucking squeek. U know u are in for it. lol
7) Your heart beat skips when thier name is mentioned
Wake up in the middle of class whispering their name .
9) Go to sleep imagining what it owudl be liek, going to sleep held in thier tender embrace.
10) The last name syndrom. Your fucked if you start repeating names wondering how they sound on your lips.

And SO much more. *snuggles other chiarin though*

Also, to that list...

11) Turn around when u hear a door or any otehr niose, and opon noting it was nothing but your imagination, are sad because u thoght it woudl be them.

I keep staring at this screen,(which is gettign hard, becuse im crying like a panzy, god i miss him so much.. oh yah, 12) you get withdrawls when your away from the person for a time period) , and i have my headphones on, so obveously, i couldnt hear a door open if someoen smashed it open with an axe( nice thought,r ight?) but i swear, ill ocatioanly hear a vioce, or the door, or a tocuh across my shoulder blade. And i know im prety crazy, but im not insaine. And when it comes to matters of spirit, im pretty good at these things..but i think hes on my midn so much, that my mind creates this feeling. I feel so nice and warm, safe, loved, right now, the way i feel when im in his presance, his aura. Thats basicaly what i feel, but thenit goes away..and i feel so volnerable, abandoned, cold.. Uusaly, at that piont , id of start thingign about society,adn the world, and all those atrocities that years past, would have driven me into my bedside with glistening blade in hand. But that doesnt happen anymore.. my fingertisp brush over his ring instincitvly, and thoughts of him flood through my mind aigan, and all is fine. Hes my santuary.

I realy want to spend my life with him, he makes me feel good.( Not just sexualy eather cori*narrows eyes *^_^;
though any man would be jelouse of his adornments....*adjuss her halo* ) . I wonna be around in case he needs to talk about something. I wonna be there to ravish him in little angelic kisses and tell him how much i Love him. I wonnasew a button back on his damned shirt when it rips. I wonna satisfy all his deepest passions and desires ; I want him to know someone is always there for him, to suport him, to care and to help what ever way she can. I wonna lay down inbed and watch him sleep..I wonna do anything that will make him happy.... I want my Master to be happy....

My knight in shining armor( thought slighty alterd to jeans and band shisrts) is giving me my fairy tale ending.

And u know what?

We're gonna live happily ever after.