All my hurting, all my yearning, all that burning, Can't you see that it is me? My beautiful�
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Je m’apelle Becca ou Bex[z]. Mi llama Becca o Bex[z] I am approximately female with male-like tendencies. I currently have 36 piercings and 8 tattoos. It's been 4 years this October since I moved away from Nebraska. I’m a decade and nine years old, my age not doing my intelligence nor maturity any justice. I am inimitable. Remember that. I fulfill the quote, “You never know with her.” I like to poke holes in my face and decorate myself with pretty ink. My eyes are the color of Black Coffee; look as hard as you want, You will not be graced with the window of my soul. I look white, but I’m actually Mexican, Russian, Blackfoot, Incan and Aztec. I have a gift of expressions and explanations. I’ve been told that I’m mentally stimulating. I don't generally play the submissive card. I am a machine running on Caffeine and Nicotine. My soul-mate is supposed to be a Scorpio or Taurus. I like my women Intelligent and my men Empathetic. That being said, I rarely date and I've never brought anyone home. I’m a musician, writer and artist. I love affection, but it's still hard for me to be touched. I’m open-minded and yet stoic. Emotions still do not rule me but they are finally playing about my face. I don't judge music by genre, if it's good, I'll like it. I yearn for the feeling of my hair swaying at the backs of my thighs again. I tend to obsess over things and then lose interest abruptly. I’ve been in love. Now, I am in love. Though my grammar isn’t the sharpest, I’ve been called the Human Dictionary. I do not flaunt myself as a romantic, however if the moment called for such, I could easily sweep you off your feet. Someday, I will be someone's old lady. I despise lying and liars I surround myself with things of natural beauty and ascending naivety; because few things in this world are pure and I wish to glance upon these precious things. Moonflowers are devastatingly beautiful as are gentle smile lines and crow's feet on an aging woman's face. My past is complex and I do not feel as though I should have to delve anymore into what cannot be changed. I‘m quick to anger, but I will warn you if you’re entering dangerous territory. I've apparently put too much confidence in people. I will prove all your preconceived notions wrong. You will get what you deserve. Cleverness and charm aren't my fortes any longer; however I am working to sharpen my tongue and mind. Sometimes, silence holds the darkest lies. You might think I'm arrogant; but it's different if I've earned the right to be so. I’m a quick study, being that I can play 7 instruments, all self-taught. I'm learning Latin, Spanish, French, German, Italian, Japanese, Portuguese and Arabic I've been told that I've changed lives. I don’t make promises that I won’t keep, but I promise that I’ll be loyal. Either you accept me for who I know myself to be or simply be ignorantly disillusioned. I’m ready to listen.
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Aphenphosphobia :: Fear of being touched. Chaetophobia :: Fear of hair. Scopophobia :: Fear of being stared at. Athazageraphobia :: Fear of being forgotten/ignored. Arachnophobia :: Fear of Spiders. Gerascophobia :: Fear of growing old. Autophobia :: Fear of oneself. Mnemophobia :: Fear of Memories. Philematophobia :: Fear of Kissing. Androphobia :: Fear of Men.
hey whats up how have you been havent talked to you in a awhile i just got back on VF not to long ago we should chat sometime
Master of puppets Im pulling your strings Twisting your mind and smashing your dreams Blinded by me, you cant see a thing Just call my name, `cause Ill hear you scream
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