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KEY ♜ elle avait rêvé de paradis dit-on

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- it's my wonderland -
☞ ARRIVEE A WONDERLAND : 16/09/2013
☞ CONTES ECRITS : 120
☞ A TRAVERS LE MIROIR : Tu es le reflet de la curiosité, celle qui a ouvert la porte vers les corps sans vie, la sépulture des femmes d'un Barbe-Blue dont tu es l'actuelle épouse, liée d'un mariage arrangé, prisonnière, captive est ton statut.
☞ POINTS RP : 127
☞ OU ERRES-TU ? : résidente de cet asile, enfermée avec les fous, la démence devient ton quotidien, ils sont bien rares les jours où tu quittes l'asile, femme du sous-directeur tu loges dans une aile de cet édifice austère et larmoyant. Vagabondant entre les cellules des patients parfois pour venir t'enquérir de leur état, tu préfères néanmoins la bibliothèque ou la salle de repos où tu as l'habitude d'aider les fous à s'endormir veillant à ce qu'aucune terreur nocturne ne les éveille. Enfermée dans ton bureau tu demeures lorsqu'il est l'heure des consultations.
☞ UNE TEA PARTY ? : ton très cher père étant autrefois un brillant neurologue, disciple de freud, tu as plongé depuis ton enfance dans la psychanalyse, la médecine, les troubles de la personnalité. Tu as longtemps haï cette profession qui t'a privée d'une présence paternelle dans ton enfance et à présent tu suis les traces de tes ancêtres qui gardent comme des lions les grilles de Rosewood. Psychologue de formation es-tu, prête à aider et écouter les histoires de tes patients dénués de raison, tu t'occupes des plus jeunes, jeunesse perdue dis-tu... et loin des regards tu aimes flâner dans ce cimetière de folie, voir ce qu'il y a derrière une porte en fer, lire les ouvrages de la bibliothèque, te perdre dans le labyrinthe, boire le thé, entretenir le jardin, faire la lecture à certains patients, découvrir de nouvelles choses quitte à lire des livres sur le spiritisme et des choses farfelues, écrire à tes frères mariés depuis peu, trois unions auxquelles tu n'as malheureusement pas pu assister face au refus de ton époux.
☞ HUMEUR : un peu paumée





Venetia C. Tudors-Whysper
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MessageSujet: KEY ♜ elle avait rêvé de paradis dit-on   Mer 9 Oct - 16:17

U.C.

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 LA CURIEUSE
Morne esprit, autrefois amoureux de la lutte, l'Espoir, dont l'éperon attisait ton ardeur ne veut plus t'enfourcher! Couche-toi sans pudeur. Vieux cheval dont le pied à chaque obstacle butte. [...] Esprit vaincu, fourbu! Pour toi, vieux maraudeur, l'amour n'a plus de goût, non plus que la dispute, adieu donc, chants du cuivre et soupirs de la flûte! Plaisirs, ne tentez plus un coeur sombre et boudeur! [...] Et le Temps m'engloutit minute par minute...
© ZIGGY STARDUST.
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we all fear the unknow
━━━━━♦♦♦━━━━━

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- it's my wonderland -
☞ ARRIVEE A WONDERLAND : 16/09/2013
☞ CONTES ECRITS : 120
☞ A TRAVERS LE MIROIR : Tu es le reflet de la curiosité, celle qui a ouvert la porte vers les corps sans vie, la sépulture des femmes d'un Barbe-Blue dont tu es l'actuelle épouse, liée d'un mariage arrangé, prisonnière, captive est ton statut.
☞ POINTS RP : 127
☞ OU ERRES-TU ? : résidente de cet asile, enfermée avec les fous, la démence devient ton quotidien, ils sont bien rares les jours où tu quittes l'asile, femme du sous-directeur tu loges dans une aile de cet édifice austère et larmoyant. Vagabondant entre les cellules des patients parfois pour venir t'enquérir de leur état, tu préfères néanmoins la bibliothèque ou la salle de repos où tu as l'habitude d'aider les fous à s'endormir veillant à ce qu'aucune terreur nocturne ne les éveille. Enfermée dans ton bureau tu demeures lorsqu'il est l'heure des consultations.
☞ UNE TEA PARTY ? : ton très cher père étant autrefois un brillant neurologue, disciple de freud, tu as plongé depuis ton enfance dans la psychanalyse, la médecine, les troubles de la personnalité. Tu as longtemps haï cette profession qui t'a privée d'une présence paternelle dans ton enfance et à présent tu suis les traces de tes ancêtres qui gardent comme des lions les grilles de Rosewood. Psychologue de formation es-tu, prête à aider et écouter les histoires de tes patients dénués de raison, tu t'occupes des plus jeunes, jeunesse perdue dis-tu... et loin des regards tu aimes flâner dans ce cimetière de folie, voir ce qu'il y a derrière une porte en fer, lire les ouvrages de la bibliothèque, te perdre dans le labyrinthe, boire le thé, entretenir le jardin, faire la lecture à certains patients, découvrir de nouvelles choses quitte à lire des livres sur le spiritisme et des choses farfelues, écrire à tes frères mariés depuis peu, trois unions auxquelles tu n'as malheureusement pas pu assister face au refus de ton époux.
☞ HUMEUR : un peu paumée





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MessageSujet: Re: KEY ♜ elle avait rêvé de paradis dit-on   Mer 9 Oct - 16:17


nom, prénom.
titre du lien.  
Boys, just do it!----Tell her you think shes cool. Tell her why you think shes so cool. Smell her hair. Talk to her in movie theatres. Pick her up and pretend youre going to throw her in the river; shell scream and fight you but secretly, shell love it. Hold her hand and skip. Hold her hand and run. Just hold her hand. Pick flowers from other peoples gardens and give them to her. Tell her she looks pretty. Let her pay for stuff if she wants to. Introduce her to your friends as The coolest girl I know. Sit in the park and talk to her. Take her to the library, and playgrounds, and train stations. Tell her dirty jokes. Tell her stupid jokes. Write poems about her. Just walk around with her. Throw pebbles at her window at night. When she starts swearing at you, tell her you love her. Take her to shows of bands shes never heard of. Hold her hand in the mosh pit. Let her fall asleep in your arms. Call her. Call her back if she calls you. Sing to her, no matter how bad you are. Carve your names into a tree. Get her mad, then kiss her. Give her piggy-back rides. Go see her band play even if they really suck, and tell her they were great. Give her space if she needs it. Push her on swings. Stay up with her all night when shes sick. Make up pet names for her, but cool ones, not sappy ones. Teach her guitar. Lend her your cds. Write on her. Make her mixtapes. Write her letters. If she asks you to go to a show with her, go, even if it means a 5 hour train trip. Take her to cool shops, and let her take you to even cooler ones. Listen to all the bands she mentions. Dont tell her that her favorite bands suck. When shes sad, hang out with her or stay on the phone with her, even if shes not saying anything. Buy her ice cream. Let her take all the photos of you she wants. Look into her eyes. Slow dance with her, even if the music is fast. Kiss her in the rain.When you fall in love with her, tell her.

nom, prénom.
titre du lien.  
Boys, just do it!----Tell her you think shes cool. Tell her why you think shes so cool. Smell her hair. Talk to her in movie theatres. Pick her up and pretend youre going to throw her in the river; shell scream and fight you but secretly, shell love it. Hold her hand and skip. Hold her hand and run. Just hold her hand. Pick flowers from other peoples gardens and give them to her. Tell her she looks pretty. Let her pay for stuff if she wants to. Introduce her to your friends as The coolest girl I know. Sit in the park and talk to her. Take her to the library, and playgrounds, and train stations. Tell her dirty jokes. Tell her stupid jokes. Write poems about her. Just walk around with her. Throw pebbles at her window at night. When she starts swearing at you, tell her you love her. Take her to shows of bands shes never heard of. Hold her hand in the mosh pit. Let her fall asleep in your arms. Call her. Call her back if she calls you. Sing to her, no matter how bad you are. Carve your names into a tree. Get her mad, then kiss her. Give her piggy-back rides. Go see her band play even if they really suck, and tell her they were great. Give her space if she needs it. Push her on swings. Stay up with her all night when shes sick. Make up pet names for her, but cool ones, not sappy ones. Teach her guitar. Lend her your cds. Write on her. Make her mixtapes. Write her letters. If she asks you to go to a show with her, go, even if it means a 5 hour train trip. Take her to cool shops, and let her take you to even cooler ones. Listen to all the bands she mentions. Dont tell her that her favorite bands suck. When shes sad, hang out with her or stay on the phone with her, even if shes not saying anything. Buy her ice cream. Let her take all the photos of you she wants. Look into her eyes. Slow dance with her, even if the music is fast. Kiss her in the rain.When you fall in love with her, tell her.

nom, prénom.
titre du lien.  
Boys, just do it!----Tell her you think shes cool. Tell her why you think shes so cool. Smell her hair. Talk to her in movie theatres. Pick her up and pretend youre going to throw her in the river; shell scream and fight you but secretly, shell love it. Hold her hand and skip. Hold her hand and run. Just hold her hand. Pick flowers from other peoples gardens and give them to her. Tell her she looks pretty. Let her pay for stuff if she wants to. Introduce her to your friends as The coolest girl I know. Sit in the park and talk to her. Take her to the library, and playgrounds, and train stations. Tell her dirty jokes. Tell her stupid jokes. Write poems about her. Just walk around with her. Throw pebbles at her window at night. When she starts swearing at you, tell her you love her. Take her to shows of bands shes never heard of. Hold her hand in the mosh pit. Let her fall asleep in your arms. Call her. Call her back if she calls you. Sing to her, no matter how bad you are. Carve your names into a tree. Get her mad, then kiss her. Give her piggy-back rides. Go see her band play even if they really suck, and tell her they were great. Give her space if she needs it. Push her on swings. Stay up with her all night when shes sick. Make up pet names for her, but cool ones, not sappy ones. Teach her guitar. Lend her your cds. Write on her. Make her mixtapes. Write her letters. If she asks you to go to a show with her, go, even if it means a 5 hour train trip. Take her to cool shops, and let her take you to even cooler ones. Listen to all the bands she mentions. Dont tell her that her favorite bands suck. When shes sad, hang out with her or stay on the phone with her, even if shes not saying anything. Buy her ice cream. Let her take all the photos of you she wants. Look into her eyes. Slow dance with her, even if the music is fast. Kiss her in the rain.When you fall in love with her, tell her.

nom, prénom.
titre du lien.  
Boys, just do it!----Tell her you think shes cool. Tell her why you think shes so cool. Smell her hair. Talk to her in movie theatres. Pick her up and pretend youre going to throw her in the river; shell scream and fight you but secretly, shell love it. Hold her hand and skip. Hold her hand and run. Just hold her hand. Pick flowers from other peoples gardens and give them to her. Tell her she looks pretty. Let her pay for stuff if she wants to. Introduce her to your friends as The coolest girl I know. Sit in the park and talk to her. Take her to the library, and playgrounds, and train stations. Tell her dirty jokes. Tell her stupid jokes. Write poems about her. Just walk around with her. Throw pebbles at her window at night. When she starts swearing at you, tell her you love her. Take her to shows of bands shes never heard of. Hold her hand in the mosh pit. Let her fall asleep in your arms. Call her. Call her back if she calls you. Sing to her, no matter how bad you are. Carve your names into a tree. Get her mad, then kiss her. Give her piggy-back rides. Go see her band play even if they really suck, and tell her they were great. Give her space if she needs it. Push her on swings. Stay up with her all night when shes sick. Make up pet names for her, but cool ones, not sappy ones. Teach her guitar. Lend her your cds. Write on her. Make her mixtapes. Write her letters. If she asks you to go to a show with her, go, even if it means a 5 hour train trip. Take her to cool shops, and let her take you to even cooler ones. Listen to all the bands she mentions. Dont tell her that her favorite bands suck. When shes sad, hang out with her or stay on the phone with her, even if shes not saying anything. Buy her ice cream. Let her take all the photos of you she wants. Look into her eyes. Slow dance with her, even if the music is fast. Kiss her in the rain.When you fall in love with her, tell her.

nom, prénom.
titre du lien.  
Boys, just do it!----Tell her you think shes cool. Tell her why you think shes so cool. Smell her hair. Talk to her in movie theatres. Pick her up and pretend youre going to throw her in the river; shell scream and fight you but secretly, shell love it. Hold her hand and skip. Hold her hand and run. Just hold her hand. Pick flowers from other peoples gardens and give them to her. Tell her she looks pretty. Let her pay for stuff if she wants to. Introduce her to your friends as The coolest girl I know. Sit in the park and talk to her. Take her to the library, and playgrounds, and train stations. Tell her dirty jokes. Tell her stupid jokes. Write poems about her. Just walk around with her. Throw pebbles at her window at night. When she starts swearing at you, tell her you love her. Take her to shows of bands shes never heard of. Hold her hand in the mosh pit. Let her fall asleep in your arms. Call her. Call her back if she calls you. Sing to her, no matter how bad you are. Carve your names into a tree. Get her mad, then kiss her. Give her piggy-back rides. Go see her band play even if they really suck, and tell her they were great. Give her space if she needs it. Push her on swings. Stay up with her all night when shes sick. Make up pet names for her, but cool ones, not sappy ones. Teach her guitar. Lend her your cds. Write on her. Make her mixtapes. Write her letters. If she asks you to go to a show with her, go, even if it means a 5 hour train trip. Take her to cool shops, and let her take you to even cooler ones. Listen to all the bands she mentions. Dont tell her that her favorite bands suck. When shes sad, hang out with her or stay on the phone with her, even if shes not saying anything. Buy her ice cream. Let her take all the photos of you she wants. Look into her eyes. Slow dance with her, even if the music is fast. Kiss her in the rain.When you fall in love with her, tell her.

nom, prénom.
titre du lien.  
Boys, just do it!----Tell her you think shes cool. Tell her why you think shes so cool. Smell her hair. Talk to her in movie theatres. Pick her up and pretend youre going to throw her in the river; shell scream and fight you but secretly, shell love it. Hold her hand and skip. Hold her hand and run. Just hold her hand. Pick flowers from other peoples gardens and give them to her. Tell her she looks pretty. Let her pay for stuff if she wants to. Introduce her to your friends as The coolest girl I know. Sit in the park and talk to her. Take her to the library, and playgrounds, and train stations. Tell her dirty jokes. Tell her stupid jokes. Write poems about her. Just walk around with her. Throw pebbles at her window at night. When she starts swearing at you, tell her you love her. Take her to shows of bands shes never heard of. Hold her hand in the mosh pit. Let her fall asleep in your arms. Call her. Call her back if she calls you. Sing to her, no matter how bad you are. Carve your names into a tree. Get her mad, then kiss her. Give her piggy-back rides. Go see her band play even if they really suck, and tell her they were great. Give her space if she needs it. Push her on swings. Stay up with her all night when shes sick. Make up pet names for her, but cool ones, not sappy ones. Teach her guitar. Lend her your cds. Write on her. Make her mixtapes. Write her letters. If she asks you to go to a show with her, go, even if it means a 5 hour train trip. Take her to cool shops, and let her take you to even cooler ones. Listen to all the bands she mentions. Dont tell her that her favorite bands suck. When shes sad, hang out with her or stay on the phone with her, even if shes not saying anything. Buy her ice cream. Let her take all the photos of you she wants. Look into her eyes. Slow dance with her, even if the music is fast. Kiss her in the rain.When you fall in love with her, tell her.

♕ ♕ ♕ ♕ ♕ ♕ ♕ ♕ ♕ ♕ ♕ ♕ ♕ ♕ ♕ ♕

 LA CURIEUSE
Morne esprit, autrefois amoureux de la lutte, l'Espoir, dont l'éperon attisait ton ardeur ne veut plus t'enfourcher! Couche-toi sans pudeur. Vieux cheval dont le pied à chaque obstacle butte. [...] Esprit vaincu, fourbu! Pour toi, vieux maraudeur, l'amour n'a plus de goût, non plus que la dispute, adieu donc, chants du cuivre et soupirs de la flûte! Plaisirs, ne tentez plus un coeur sombre et boudeur! [...] Et le Temps m'engloutit minute par minute...
© ZIGGY STARDUST.
Revenir en haut Aller en bas


we all fear the unknow
━━━━━♦♦♦━━━━━

avatar

- it's my wonderland -
☞ ARRIVEE A WONDERLAND : 16/09/2013
☞ CONTES ECRITS : 120
☞ A TRAVERS LE MIROIR : Tu es le reflet de la curiosité, celle qui a ouvert la porte vers les corps sans vie, la sépulture des femmes d'un Barbe-Blue dont tu es l'actuelle épouse, liée d'un mariage arrangé, prisonnière, captive est ton statut.
☞ POINTS RP : 127
☞ OU ERRES-TU ? : résidente de cet asile, enfermée avec les fous, la démence devient ton quotidien, ils sont bien rares les jours où tu quittes l'asile, femme du sous-directeur tu loges dans une aile de cet édifice austère et larmoyant. Vagabondant entre les cellules des patients parfois pour venir t'enquérir de leur état, tu préfères néanmoins la bibliothèque ou la salle de repos où tu as l'habitude d'aider les fous à s'endormir veillant à ce qu'aucune terreur nocturne ne les éveille. Enfermée dans ton bureau tu demeures lorsqu'il est l'heure des consultations.
☞ UNE TEA PARTY ? : ton très cher père étant autrefois un brillant neurologue, disciple de freud, tu as plongé depuis ton enfance dans la psychanalyse, la médecine, les troubles de la personnalité. Tu as longtemps haï cette profession qui t'a privée d'une présence paternelle dans ton enfance et à présent tu suis les traces de tes ancêtres qui gardent comme des lions les grilles de Rosewood. Psychologue de formation es-tu, prête à aider et écouter les histoires de tes patients dénués de raison, tu t'occupes des plus jeunes, jeunesse perdue dis-tu... et loin des regards tu aimes flâner dans ce cimetière de folie, voir ce qu'il y a derrière une porte en fer, lire les ouvrages de la bibliothèque, te perdre dans le labyrinthe, boire le thé, entretenir le jardin, faire la lecture à certains patients, découvrir de nouvelles choses quitte à lire des livres sur le spiritisme et des choses farfelues, écrire à tes frères mariés depuis peu, trois unions auxquelles tu n'as malheureusement pas pu assister face au refus de ton époux.
☞ HUMEUR : un peu paumée





Venetia C. Tudors-Whysper
follow the cat to wonderland
✤ ✤ ✤ ✤ ✤ ✤ ✤ ✤ ✤ ✤ ✤ ✤ ✤ ✤ ✤  

MessageSujet: Re: KEY ♜ elle avait rêvé de paradis dit-on   Mer 9 Oct - 16:18


nom, prénom.
titre du lien.  
Boys, just do it!----Tell her you think shes cool. Tell her why you think shes so cool. Smell her hair. Talk to her in movie theatres. Pick her up and pretend youre going to throw her in the river; shell scream and fight you but secretly, shell love it. Hold her hand and skip. Hold her hand and run. Just hold her hand. Pick flowers from other peoples gardens and give them to her. Tell her she looks pretty. Let her pay for stuff if she wants to. Introduce her to your friends as The coolest girl I know. Sit in the park and talk to her. Take her to the library, and playgrounds, and train stations. Tell her dirty jokes. Tell her stupid jokes. Write poems about her. Just walk around with her. Throw pebbles at her window at night. When she starts swearing at you, tell her you love her. Take her to shows of bands shes never heard of. Hold her hand in the mosh pit. Let her fall asleep in your arms. Call her. Call her back if she calls you. Sing to her, no matter how bad you are. Carve your names into a tree. Get her mad, then kiss her. Give her piggy-back rides. Go see her band play even if they really suck, and tell her they were great. Give her space if she needs it. Push her on swings. Stay up with her all night when shes sick. Make up pet names for her, but cool ones, not sappy ones. Teach her guitar. Lend her your cds. Write on her. Make her mixtapes. Write her letters. If she asks you to go to a show with her, go, even if it means a 5 hour train trip. Take her to cool shops, and let her take you to even cooler ones. Listen to all the bands she mentions. Dont tell her that her favorite bands suck. When shes sad, hang out with her or stay on the phone with her, even if shes not saying anything. Buy her ice cream. Let her take all the photos of you she wants. Look into her eyes. Slow dance with her, even if the music is fast. Kiss her in the rain.When you fall in love with her, tell her.

nom, prénom.
titre du lien.  
Boys, just do it!----Tell her you think shes cool. Tell her why you think shes so cool. Smell her hair. Talk to her in movie theatres. Pick her up and pretend youre going to throw her in the river; shell scream and fight you but secretly, shell love it. Hold her hand and skip. Hold her hand and run. Just hold her hand. Pick flowers from other peoples gardens and give them to her. Tell her she looks pretty. Let her pay for stuff if she wants to. Introduce her to your friends as The coolest girl I know. Sit in the park and talk to her. Take her to the library, and playgrounds, and train stations. Tell her dirty jokes. Tell her stupid jokes. Write poems about her. Just walk around with her. Throw pebbles at her window at night. When she starts swearing at you, tell her you love her. Take her to shows of bands shes never heard of. Hold her hand in the mosh pit. Let her fall asleep in your arms. Call her. Call her back if she calls you. Sing to her, no matter how bad you are. Carve your names into a tree. Get her mad, then kiss her. Give her piggy-back rides. Go see her band play even if they really suck, and tell her they were great. Give her space if she needs it. Push her on swings. Stay up with her all night when shes sick. Make up pet names for her, but cool ones, not sappy ones. Teach her guitar. Lend her your cds. Write on her. Make her mixtapes. Write her letters. If she asks you to go to a show with her, go, even if it means a 5 hour train trip. Take her to cool shops, and let her take you to even cooler ones. Listen to all the bands she mentions. Dont tell her that her favorite bands suck. When shes sad, hang out with her or stay on the phone with her, even if shes not saying anything. Buy her ice cream. Let her take all the photos of you she wants. Look into her eyes. Slow dance with her, even if the music is fast. Kiss her in the rain.When you fall in love with her, tell her.

nom, prénom.
titre du lien.  
Boys, just do it!----Tell her you think shes cool. Tell her why you think shes so cool. Smell her hair. Talk to her in movie theatres. Pick her up and pretend youre going to throw her in the river; shell scream and fight you but secretly, shell love it. Hold her hand and skip. Hold her hand and run. Just hold her hand. Pick flowers from other peoples gardens and give them to her. Tell her she looks pretty. Let her pay for stuff if she wants to. Introduce her to your friends as The coolest girl I know. Sit in the park and talk to her. Take her to the library, and playgrounds, and train stations. Tell her dirty jokes. Tell her stupid jokes. Write poems about her. Just walk around with her. Throw pebbles at her window at night. When she starts swearing at you, tell her you love her. Take her to shows of bands shes never heard of. Hold her hand in the mosh pit. Let her fall asleep in your arms. Call her. Call her back if she calls you. Sing to her, no matter how bad you are. Carve your names into a tree. Get her mad, then kiss her. Give her piggy-back rides. Go see her band play even if they really suck, and tell her they were great. Give her space if she needs it. Push her on swings. Stay up with her all night when shes sick. Make up pet names for her, but cool ones, not sappy ones. Teach her guitar. Lend her your cds. Write on her. Make her mixtapes. Write her letters. If she asks you to go to a show with her, go, even if it means a 5 hour train trip. Take her to cool shops, and let her take you to even cooler ones. Listen to all the bands she mentions. Dont tell her that her favorite bands suck. When shes sad, hang out with her or stay on the phone with her, even if shes not saying anything. Buy her ice cream. Let her take all the photos of you she wants. Look into her eyes. Slow dance with her, even if the music is fast. Kiss her in the rain.When you fall in love with her, tell her.

nom, prénom.
titre du lien.  
Boys, just do it!----Tell her you think shes cool. Tell her why you think shes so cool. Smell her hair. Talk to her in movie theatres. Pick her up and pretend youre going to throw her in the river; shell scream and fight you but secretly, shell love it. Hold her hand and skip. Hold her hand and run. Just hold her hand. Pick flowers from other peoples gardens and give them to her. Tell her she looks pretty. Let her pay for stuff if she wants to. Introduce her to your friends as The coolest girl I know. Sit in the park and talk to her. Take her to the library, and playgrounds, and train stations. Tell her dirty jokes. Tell her stupid jokes. Write poems about her. Just walk around with her. Throw pebbles at her window at night. When she starts swearing at you, tell her you love her. Take her to shows of bands shes never heard of. Hold her hand in the mosh pit. Let her fall asleep in your arms. Call her. Call her back if she calls you. Sing to her, no matter how bad you are. Carve your names into a tree. Get her mad, then kiss her. Give her piggy-back rides. Go see her band play even if they really suck, and tell her they were great. Give her space if she needs it. Push her on swings. Stay up with her all night when shes sick. Make up pet names for her, but cool ones, not sappy ones. Teach her guitar. Lend her your cds. Write on her. Make her mixtapes. Write her letters. If she asks you to go to a show with her, go, even if it means a 5 hour train trip. Take her to cool shops, and let her take you to even cooler ones. Listen to all the bands she mentions. Dont tell her that her favorite bands suck. When shes sad, hang out with her or stay on the phone with her, even if shes not saying anything. Buy her ice cream. Let her take all the photos of you she wants. Look into her eyes. Slow dance with her, even if the music is fast. Kiss her in the rain.When you fall in love with her, tell her.

nom, prénom.
titre du lien.  
Boys, just do it!----Tell her you think shes cool. Tell her why you think shes so cool. Smell her hair. Talk to her in movie theatres. Pick her up and pretend youre going to throw her in the river; shell scream and fight you but secretly, shell love it. Hold her hand and skip. Hold her hand and run. Just hold her hand. Pick flowers from other peoples gardens and give them to her. Tell her she looks pretty. Let her pay for stuff if she wants to. Introduce her to your friends as The coolest girl I know. Sit in the park and talk to her. Take her to the library, and playgrounds, and train stations. Tell her dirty jokes. Tell her stupid jokes. Write poems about her. Just walk around with her. Throw pebbles at her window at night. When she starts swearing at you, tell her you love her. Take her to shows of bands shes never heard of. Hold her hand in the mosh pit. Let her fall asleep in your arms. Call her. Call her back if she calls you. Sing to her, no matter how bad you are. Carve your names into a tree. Get her mad, then kiss her. Give her piggy-back rides. Go see her band play even if they really suck, and tell her they were great. Give her space if she needs it. Push her on swings. Stay up with her all night when shes sick. Make up pet names for her, but cool ones, not sappy ones. Teach her guitar. Lend her your cds. Write on her. Make her mixtapes. Write her letters. If she asks you to go to a show with her, go, even if it means a 5 hour train trip. Take her to cool shops, and let her take you to even cooler ones. Listen to all the bands she mentions. Dont tell her that her favorite bands suck. When shes sad, hang out with her or stay on the phone with her, even if shes not saying anything. Buy her ice cream. Let her take all the photos of you she wants. Look into her eyes. Slow dance with her, even if the music is fast. Kiss her in the rain.When you fall in love with her, tell her.

nom, prénom.
titre du lien.  
Boys, just do it!----Tell her you think shes cool. Tell her why you think shes so cool. Smell her hair. Talk to her in movie theatres. Pick her up and pretend youre going to throw her in the river; shell scream and fight you but secretly, shell love it. Hold her hand and skip. Hold her hand and run. Just hold her hand. Pick flowers from other peoples gardens and give them to her. Tell her she looks pretty. Let her pay for stuff if she wants to. Introduce her to your friends as The coolest girl I know. Sit in the park and talk to her. Take her to the library, and playgrounds, and train stations. Tell her dirty jokes. Tell her stupid jokes. Write poems about her. Just walk around with her. Throw pebbles at her window at night. When she starts swearing at you, tell her you love her. Take her to shows of bands shes never heard of. Hold her hand in the mosh pit. Let her fall asleep in your arms. Call her. Call her back if she calls you. Sing to her, no matter how bad you are. Carve your names into a tree. Get her mad, then kiss her. Give her piggy-back rides. Go see her band play even if they really suck, and tell her they were great. Give her space if she needs it. Push her on swings. Stay up with her all night when shes sick. Make up pet names for her, but cool ones, not sappy ones. Teach her guitar. Lend her your cds. Write on her. Make her mixtapes. Write her letters. If she asks you to go to a show with her, go, even if it means a 5 hour train trip. Take her to cool shops, and let her take you to even cooler ones. Listen to all the bands she mentions. Dont tell her that her favorite bands suck. When shes sad, hang out with her or stay on the phone with her, even if shes not saying anything. Buy her ice cream. Let her take all the photos of you she wants. Look into her eyes. Slow dance with her, even if the music is fast. Kiss her in the rain.When you fall in love with her, tell her.

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 LA CURIEUSE
Morne esprit, autrefois amoureux de la lutte, l'Espoir, dont l'éperon attisait ton ardeur ne veut plus t'enfourcher! Couche-toi sans pudeur. Vieux cheval dont le pied à chaque obstacle butte. [...] Esprit vaincu, fourbu! Pour toi, vieux maraudeur, l'amour n'a plus de goût, non plus que la dispute, adieu donc, chants du cuivre et soupirs de la flûte! Plaisirs, ne tentez plus un coeur sombre et boudeur! [...] Et le Temps m'engloutit minute par minute...
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☞ ARRIVEE A WONDERLAND : 16/09/2013
☞ CONTES ECRITS : 120
☞ A TRAVERS LE MIROIR : Tu es le reflet de la curiosité, celle qui a ouvert la porte vers les corps sans vie, la sépulture des femmes d'un Barbe-Blue dont tu es l'actuelle épouse, liée d'un mariage arrangé, prisonnière, captive est ton statut.
☞ POINTS RP : 127
☞ OU ERRES-TU ? : résidente de cet asile, enfermée avec les fous, la démence devient ton quotidien, ils sont bien rares les jours où tu quittes l'asile, femme du sous-directeur tu loges dans une aile de cet édifice austère et larmoyant. Vagabondant entre les cellules des patients parfois pour venir t'enquérir de leur état, tu préfères néanmoins la bibliothèque ou la salle de repos où tu as l'habitude d'aider les fous à s'endormir veillant à ce qu'aucune terreur nocturne ne les éveille. Enfermée dans ton bureau tu demeures lorsqu'il est l'heure des consultations.
☞ UNE TEA PARTY ? : ton très cher père étant autrefois un brillant neurologue, disciple de freud, tu as plongé depuis ton enfance dans la psychanalyse, la médecine, les troubles de la personnalité. Tu as longtemps haï cette profession qui t'a privée d'une présence paternelle dans ton enfance et à présent tu suis les traces de tes ancêtres qui gardent comme des lions les grilles de Rosewood. Psychologue de formation es-tu, prête à aider et écouter les histoires de tes patients dénués de raison, tu t'occupes des plus jeunes, jeunesse perdue dis-tu... et loin des regards tu aimes flâner dans ce cimetière de folie, voir ce qu'il y a derrière une porte en fer, lire les ouvrages de la bibliothèque, te perdre dans le labyrinthe, boire le thé, entretenir le jardin, faire la lecture à certains patients, découvrir de nouvelles choses quitte à lire des livres sur le spiritisme et des choses farfelues, écrire à tes frères mariés depuis peu, trois unions auxquelles tu n'as malheureusement pas pu assister face au refus de ton époux.
☞ HUMEUR : un peu paumée





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MessageSujet: Re: KEY ♜ elle avait rêvé de paradis dit-on   Mer 9 Oct - 16:18

et un petit dernier What a Face

à vouuuuuuuuuuuuus les fifous What a Face

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- it's my wonderland -
☞ ARRIVEE A WONDERLAND : 20/10/2013
☞ CONTES ECRITS : 29
☞ A TRAVERS LE MIROIR : Cela parle de barbe et de femmes. De prisonnières sous cloche de verre, de fausses trahisons et de désillusions. Et dans ce tragique aux couleurs délavées, elle joue la première femme de Barbe Bleue.
☞ POINTS RP : 33
☞ OU ERRES-TU ? : Ici et là. Entre la réalité et les rêveries.
☞ UNE TEA PARTY ? : Une ritournelle pour éternelle compagne de la blonde hirondelle.





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MessageSujet: Re: KEY ♜ elle avait rêvé de paradis dit-on   Mar 5 Nov - 9:41

Je crois qu'on avait parlé d'un complot contre Hyacinthe ?  
BON, j'avoue. Je viens un peu en touriste. XD

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☞ ARRIVEE A WONDERLAND : 16/09/2013
☞ CONTES ECRITS : 120
☞ A TRAVERS LE MIROIR : Tu es le reflet de la curiosité, celle qui a ouvert la porte vers les corps sans vie, la sépulture des femmes d'un Barbe-Blue dont tu es l'actuelle épouse, liée d'un mariage arrangé, prisonnière, captive est ton statut.
☞ POINTS RP : 127
☞ OU ERRES-TU ? : résidente de cet asile, enfermée avec les fous, la démence devient ton quotidien, ils sont bien rares les jours où tu quittes l'asile, femme du sous-directeur tu loges dans une aile de cet édifice austère et larmoyant. Vagabondant entre les cellules des patients parfois pour venir t'enquérir de leur état, tu préfères néanmoins la bibliothèque ou la salle de repos où tu as l'habitude d'aider les fous à s'endormir veillant à ce qu'aucune terreur nocturne ne les éveille. Enfermée dans ton bureau tu demeures lorsqu'il est l'heure des consultations.
☞ UNE TEA PARTY ? : ton très cher père étant autrefois un brillant neurologue, disciple de freud, tu as plongé depuis ton enfance dans la psychanalyse, la médecine, les troubles de la personnalité. Tu as longtemps haï cette profession qui t'a privée d'une présence paternelle dans ton enfance et à présent tu suis les traces de tes ancêtres qui gardent comme des lions les grilles de Rosewood. Psychologue de formation es-tu, prête à aider et écouter les histoires de tes patients dénués de raison, tu t'occupes des plus jeunes, jeunesse perdue dis-tu... et loin des regards tu aimes flâner dans ce cimetière de folie, voir ce qu'il y a derrière une porte en fer, lire les ouvrages de la bibliothèque, te perdre dans le labyrinthe, boire le thé, entretenir le jardin, faire la lecture à certains patients, découvrir de nouvelles choses quitte à lire des livres sur le spiritisme et des choses farfelues, écrire à tes frères mariés depuis peu, trois unions auxquelles tu n'as malheureusement pas pu assister face au refus de ton époux.
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MessageSujet: Re: KEY ♜ elle avait rêvé de paradis dit-on   Ven 15 Nov - 15:13

OWIIII MENER LA VIE DURE A HYACINTHE
of course un lien What a Face ça serait même bizarre de ne pas en avoir
so
est-ce que tu sais déjà comment réagirait Octavie par rapport aux autres femmes de Hyacinthe ? on peut faire un lien double aussi, genre elles se comportement de telle façon à rosewood et à Wonderland elles ont une relation différentes What a Face ça peut être intéressant

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