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About me
I'm
Andy a
part time
photographer who's having a
gap year.
I support
Aston Villa and live in the
North-East.
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Me and Woody are working to make all Villa topics at least GA and the aim of a Featured topic hopefully.
What I'm working on
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| “ | Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine as children do. It's not just in some of us; it is in everyone. And as we let our own lights shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others. | ” |
| — Timo Cruz, Coach Carter | ||
| “ | Please understand this isn't just goodbye this is I can't stand you this is where the road crashed into the ocean. It rises all around me and now we're barely breathing a thousand faces will choose to ignore curse my enemies for ever let's slit our wrists and burn down something beautiful this desperation leaves me overjoyed with fading lights that lead us past the lives that we destroyed. I listen to you cry, I cry for less attention but both my hands are tied, and I'm pushed into the deep end. I listen to you talk, but talk is cheap my mouth is filled with blood from trying not to speak so search for an excuse, and someone to believe you, and for interesting moves. I'm empty with the need to curse my enemies for ever let's slit our wrists and burn down something beautiful this desperation leaves me overjoyed with fading lights that lead us past the lives that we destroyed. Lay rotting where I fall I'm dead from bad intentions suffocated and embalmed and now all our dreams are cashed in you swore you wouldn't lose then lost your brain. You make a sound that feels like pain so please understand; this isn't just goodbye this is I can't stand you. | ” |
| — Mark Hoppus, No, It Isn't | ||
Countries I have visited
Everlast1910 Information |
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About me
I'm
Andy a
part time
photographer who's having a
gap year.
I support
Aston Villa and live in the
North-East.
|
|
|
Me and Woody are working to make all Villa topics at least GA and the aim of a Featured topic hopefully.
What I'm working on
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| “ | Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine as children do. It's not just in some of us; it is in everyone. And as we let our own lights shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others. | ” |
| — Timo Cruz, Coach Carter | ||
| “ | Please understand this isn't just goodbye this is I can't stand you this is where the road crashed into the ocean. It rises all around me and now we're barely breathing a thousand faces will choose to ignore curse my enemies for ever let's slit our wrists and burn down something beautiful this desperation leaves me overjoyed with fading lights that lead us past the lives that we destroyed. I listen to you cry, I cry for less attention but both my hands are tied, and I'm pushed into the deep end. I listen to you talk, but talk is cheap my mouth is filled with blood from trying not to speak so search for an excuse, and someone to believe you, and for interesting moves. I'm empty with the need to curse my enemies for ever let's slit our wrists and burn down something beautiful this desperation leaves me overjoyed with fading lights that lead us past the lives that we destroyed. Lay rotting where I fall I'm dead from bad intentions suffocated and embalmed and now all our dreams are cashed in you swore you wouldn't lose then lost your brain. You make a sound that feels like pain so please understand; this isn't just goodbye this is I can't stand you. | ” |
| — Mark Hoppus, No, It Isn't | ||
Countries I have visited