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theproudpenguinYou won't find anything meaningful in this journal because I'm a recluse
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I don't mind random adds, but please, make yourself known to me!
dont be shy
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So hello, the name is Kim.
You'll find my last name littered around randomly through my posts, it's not really important though.
Since it's a crap last name anyway. I don't really take pride in my name because it's very generic.
My livejournal is mostly my rants and flailings and my fics.
If you know me in real life, you probably don't know that this journal exists.
Which means...
THAT LAST SENTENCE WAS A PARADOX!
Because you would have to read the sentence,
therefore know that the journal exists,
meaning that regardless of whether you know me in real life or not, it's completely irrelevant!
Since you know that this journal exists and you're reading it (:
FANDOMS
( of which I may or may not post about but generally like )
This journal isn't anything serious.
8% serious
35% life
57% fangirling
cold
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bouncy
“The last of my words will be addressed to those heroes who might still be hidden in the world, those who are held prisoner, not by their evasions, but by their virtues and their desperate courage. My brothers in spirit, check on your virtues and on the nature of the enemies you’re serving. Your destroyers hold you by means of your endurance, your generosity, your innocence, your love-the endurance that carries their burdens-the generosity that responds to their cries of despair-the innocence that is unable to conceive of their evil and gives them the benefit of every doubt, refusing to condemn them without understanding and incapable of understanding such motives as theirs-the love, your love of life, which makes you believe that they are men and that they love it, too. But the world of today is the world they wanted; life is the object of their hatred. Leave them to the death they worship. In the name of your magnificent devotion to this earth, leave them, don’t exhaust the greatness of your soul on achieving the triumph of the evil of theirs. Do you hear me... my love?"
- John Galt