LoveSunshine
LoveSunshine
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Rosalie
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In je holle kies xD
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Hobby's:
Gedichten maken, Schrijven, Tekenen, Toneel spelen, Lachen, En Mensen helpen <3
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Weet je nog wel dat winderige strand waar ik op liep met jou,
Er waren nog geen sterren,
Het was herfst, maar nog niet koud.
Een man op een harmonica, die zong...
Wat zong ie nou?
'T is vreemd wat je vergeet...
En vreemd wat je onthoudt.
Het was laat,
La da da, da da da,
En jouw hand in mijn hand...
Het was laat,
Da da da,
Volgens mij, was het ver in september..
Wat we zeiden,
Verwaaide zo luid,
als het lied van de branding
Was het iets over samen?
Was het iets over altijd?
Mischien weet je het niet,
Ik denk vaak aan ons lied,
Op het strand.
Maar die tijd jakkert voort,
En die woorden,
Zal ik heus niet meer vinden.
Al zo veel dat verdween,
Laat me nooit ook dat ene vergeten...
Alsjeblieft...
Het was,
La da da da, da da da, da da da, da da da,
En ik ben jong...
En verliefd...
Volgens mij,
Was het ver in september...
Wat we zeiden,
Verwaaide zo luid,
Als het lied van de branding.
'T was iets over samen,
'T was iets over altijd...
Misschien weet je het niet,
Ik denk vaak aan ons lied,
Op het strand.
Maar de tijd jakkert voort,
Ja die woorden zal ik nu,
Niet meer vinden...
Al zo veel dat verdween,
Laat me nooit ook dat ene vergeten.
Alsjeblieft...
Het was,
La da da da, da da da, da da da, da da.
En ik ben jong...
En verliefd...
Bonjour, Bonjour, welkom op mijn profiel. Ik ben Rosalie. Ik ben 16 jaar en woon in Amsterdam. Ik ben openlijk lesbisch en als je daar problemen mee hebt weet je waar het rode kruisje is. Ik hou van acteren, zingen, schilderen en schrijven. Ik ben hou van 90's muziek, t.A.T.u, aqua, f.r.i.e.n.d.s. en nog veel meer. Als je vragen hebt laat gerust een bericht achter in mijn gastenboek.
“Life’s not worth a damn ‘til you can say, ‘hey world, I am what I am!’” - Zaza/Albin - La cage aux folles
Likes:
-Acteren
-Zingen
-Musicals
-M'n vrienden
-M'n schatje <3
-Tv kijken
-Shoppen
-Uitgaan
-Voedsel
-Vloggers
-Stiletto's
-Winter
-Zomer
-Herfst
Dislikes:
-Voorordelen
-Racisten
-Justin Bieber
-Kristen Steward
-Veel te luie mensen
-Zeikerds
-Hipsters
-Haters
-Taylor Swift
-Lente
Favorite bands and singers and shit:
-aqua
-Goo Goo dolls
-Nirvana
-Red hot Chili Peppers
-Green Day
-U2
-Guns N Roses
-The Cranberries
-Foo Fighters
-Eiffel 65
-Backstreet Boys
-R.E.M.
-t.A.T.u
Idolen en van die bekende mensjes die ik cool vind:
-Maik de Boer
-Fred van Leer
-Freddie Mercury
-Lena Katina
-Joelia Volkova
-Jon van Eerd
-Robert Pattinson
-The Doctor
Favoriete films en series en musicals en alles:
-F.R.I.E.N.D.S.
-Sherlock
-Another gay movie
-eCupid
-La cage aux folles
-Holy musical Batman
-Me And My Dick
-Wicked
-Soldaat van oranje
-Lord Of The Rings
-The Hobbit
-Skyfall
-The Hunger Games
-Harry Potter
Wij zijn wat we zijn,
En wat we zijn,
Is een illusie.
'T is allemaal spel,
Wees niet te snel,
Met je conclusie.
Het leven is oneerlijk en hard en bitter,
Even is het opgetuigd met goud en glitter.
Kijk onder die rok,
Geitje of bok,
Kijk maar we zijn wat we zijn!
Dus buikspieren,
En kont vierkant of rond,
Kijk maar we zijn wat we zijn!
You never know what is going on in someone's mind
You never know what is behinds someone's smile
You never know what someone is hiding under their clothes
You never know who is thinking about killing themselves every night
You never know who cries themselves to sleep at night
You never know who is suicidal
Until it is too late
Selfharm isn't a joke
Eating-disorders aren't funny
Depression isn't just attention seeking
Try not to be a cunt... -Anonymous
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
`'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door -
Only this, and nothing more.'
Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the lost Lenore -
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels named Lenore -
Nameless here for evermore.
And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me - filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
`'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door -
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; -
This it is, and nothing more,'
Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
`Sir,' said I, `or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you' - here I opened wide the door; -
Darkness there, and nothing more.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, `Lenore!'
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, `Lenore!'
Merely this and nothing more.
Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
`Surely,' said I, `surely that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore -
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; -
'Tis the wind and nothing more!'
Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore.
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door -
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door -
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.
Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
`Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,' I said, `art sure no craven.
Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the nightly shore -
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'
Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning - little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door -
Bird or beast above the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as `Nevermore.'
But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only,
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered - not a feather then he fluttered -
Till I scarcely more than muttered `Other friends have flown before -
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.'
Then the bird said, `Nevermore.'
Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
`Doubtless,' said I, `what it utters is its only stock and store,
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore -
Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore
Of "Never-nevermore."'
But the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door;
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore -
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking `Nevermore.'
This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!
Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
`Wretch,' I cried, `thy God hath lent thee - by these angels he has sent thee
Respite - respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore!
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'
`Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! -
Whether tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted -
On this home by horror haunted - tell me truly, I implore -
Is there - is there balm in Gilead? - tell me - tell me, I implore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'
`Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us - by that God we both adore -
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels named Lenore -
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden, whom the angels named Lenore?'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'
`Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!' I shrieked upstarting -
`Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken! - quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'
And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted - nevermore!
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
`'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door -
Only this, and nothing more.'
Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the lost Lenore -
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels named Lenore -
Nameless here for evermore.
And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me - filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
`'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door -
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; -
This it is, and nothing more,'
Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
`Sir,' said I, `or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you' - here I opened wide the door; -
Darkness there, and nothing more.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, `Lenore!'
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, `Lenore!'
Merely this and nothing more.
Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
`Surely,' said I, `surely that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore -
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; -
'Tis the wind and nothing more!'
Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore.
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door -
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door -
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.
Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
`Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,' I said, `art sure no craven.
Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the nightly shore -
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'
Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning - little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door -
Bird or beast above the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as `Nevermore.'
But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only,
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered - not a feather then he fluttered -
Till I scarcely more than muttered `Other friends have flown before -
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.'
Then the bird said, `Nevermore.'
Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
`Doubtless,' said I, `what it utters is its only stock and store,
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore -
Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore
Of "Never-nevermore."'
But the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door;
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore -
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking `Nevermore.'
This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!
Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
`Wretch,' I cried, `thy God hath lent thee - by these angels he has sent thee
Respite - respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore!
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'
`Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! -
Whether tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted -
On this home by horror haunted - tell me truly, I implore -
Is there - is there balm in Gilead? - tell me - tell me, I implore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'
`Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us - by that God we both adore -
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels named Lenore -
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden, whom the angels named Lenore?'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'
`Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!' I shrieked upstarting -
`Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken! - quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'
And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted - nevermore!
My reputation tells me I can do whatever i want!
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1 decennium geledenHet begin van jou profiel
1 decennium geledenhet was echt geniaal hij was wel aardig ofzo ik heet glitter geloofd hijxDxD en daarvoor heb ik met een australische jongen gekletst die mega aardig was en dood ging van het lachen omdat ik telkens zei
1 decennium geledenwait i have a translator. en dan ging ie dood zei ie. en hij vond me lief,schattig en creatief doorm ijn hobbie'sxD
You: hi
1 decennium geledenStranger: hey
Stranger: r u guy or girl
You: a girl you??
Stranger: a guy
You: how old?
Stranger: from where ?
You: Netherlands you?
Stranger: i am 20 yrs old nd u
You: 14
Stranger: u r a child r u virgin
You: what do you mean??? where do you live bt
You: *btw
Stranger: i m live in india nd i m a very sexy person
You: Me to iam glittering in the sun
You: ahahha
Stranger: u r from india ???
You: NO netherlands
You: Whats so sexy to you
Stranger: do u knw about sex ???
You: i know every thing about that
You:
You: do you glittering in the sun
Stranger: nd u nt sex with anyone till now why??
You: wtf in normal english pliez
Stranger: know in india dis tim is wonderfull night
You: are you married
You: But when the sun shine
Stranger: no dear i m non married
You: how late is it? by my 18:00
Stranger: in the morning simple
You: ow it's evening by my. but when the sun shine are you glittering than?
Stranger: in india 10:30 pm oclock now
You: ow funny
Stranger: no i m not glittering
You: OMG why not
You: are you ill??
Stranger: you going to school ???
You: yes but when the sun shine not because iam sparkle than.
You: Have you ever glittering
Stranger: no i am alright why are you asking this ???
You: because i will now off you glittering in the sun
Stranger: i am going bye
You: noooo
You: but if you see you glitter call me
You: plzz
Stranger: youn contact no.
You: what ofcourse well
You: I have a verry good friend
You: but he don't sparkle
You: He swim it's a fish
Stranger: give me your contact number
You: No iam sorry my friend the goldfish has it
Stranger: you have mobile phone
You: Noo a witch has it
Stranger: ok bye baby meet again i wish
You: NOooooooooooo i miss you.
You: i glittering
Stranger: i miss you too baby
You: my friend is a goldfish
You: i miss you not
You:
Stranger: why you not miss me ??
You: Say a good reasen
You: i wait
You: i glitter
You: i schwim
Stranger: i am your friend from now that's why you miss me simple
You: really are you my friend? omog
You: *omg
You: i have friends
Stranger: ya baby
You: *yeah*
Stranger: yeah
You: OMG you named me baby
You: 8O
Stranger: whats you name ???
You: Glittering fairy princess
Stranger: tell me your school name not the dreaam name
You: I has a friend he is a goldfisch
Stranger: ok byee you bored me
You: WHy tell me why
You: brother
Stranger: yes sister
You: what are you family
Stranger: why are you asking this ???
You: YOu say sister than we are family ;P
Stranger: yes we are family now tell me your real name ???
You: Glitter is my real name serious i mean it
You: it's a famous name in holland
Stranger: nice name dear
You: thanks and the yours
Stranger: yashu
You: wahah cool.
You: http://s3.noelshack.com/old/up/mov0001-d840754d2.swf?22355524446_girlef8fz27.jpg click here
Stranger: yeah but not more then your name
You: Yashu and Glitter
You: <3
mijn engels is sucks
jep ik ging helemaal dood toenet k zoek het wel evn op kun je ook lachern
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