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forrestthecat


forrestthecat
Wexford, Pennsylvania
Member for 14 years

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ABOUT ME
I love A LOT of music, and it changes by day; the ones listed below were just my favorite ones on the day I created this profile. I love playing violin, reading, helping out at my church, and helping out at my school. I also love history and math.

INTERESTS AND FAVORITES
Books: Harry Potter series, Bible, Stephen King's books, Pablo Neruda's Love Sonnets Collection
Music: How to Dismantle and Atomic Bomb, Hunchback of Notre Dame soundtrack, Queen Greatest Hits I, II, III Platinum Collection, So by Peter Gabriel (though I love ALL of his albums)
Movies: Forrest Gump, The Iron Giant, Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory, The Hunchback of Notre Dame (Disney Musical Version)
TV Shows: The Office, SNL, Monk (before it ended), Psych
Interests: Listening to music, Writing music, Playing violin, Reading


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By forrestthecat BRONZE
Wexford, Pennsylvania
forrestthecat BRONZE, Wexford, Pennsylvania
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Favorite Quote:
Sonnet 17<br /> <br /> I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz, <br /> or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off. <br /> I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, <br /> in secret, between the shadow and the soul. <br /> I love you as the plant that never blooms <br /> but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers; <br /> thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance, <br /> risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body. <br /> <br /> I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. <br /> I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride; <br /> so I love you because I know no other way <br /> <br /> in which there is no I or you <br /> so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand <br /> so intimate that when you fall asleep it is my eyes that close <br /> <br /> <br /> Pablo Neruda

forrestthecat BRONZE, Wexford, Pennsylvania
2 articles 2 photos 6 comments

Favorite Quote:
Sonnet 17<br /> <br /> I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz, <br /> or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off. <br /> I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, <br /> in secret, between the shadow and the soul. <br /> I love you as the plant that never blooms <br /> but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers; <br /> thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance, <br /> risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body. <br /> <br /> I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. <br /> I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride; <br /> so I love you because I know no other way <br /> <br /> in which there is no I or you <br /> so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand <br /> so intimate that when you fall asleep it is my eyes that close <br /> <br /> <br /> Pablo Neruda

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By forrestthecat BRONZE
Wexford, Pennsylvania
forrestthecat BRONZE, Wexford, Pennsylvania
2 articles 2 photos 6 comments

Favorite Quote:
Sonnet 17<br /> <br /> I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz, <br /> or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off. <br /> I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, <br /> in secret, between the shadow and the soul. <br /> I love you as the plant that never blooms <br /> but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers; <br /> thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance, <br /> risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body. <br /> <br /> I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. <br /> I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride; <br /> so I love you because I know no other way <br /> <br /> in which there is no I or you <br /> so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand <br /> so intimate that when you fall asleep it is my eyes that close <br /> <br /> <br /> Pablo Neruda

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forrestthecat BRONZE, Wexford, Pennsylvania
2 articles 2 photos 6 comments

Favorite Quote:
Sonnet 17<br /> <br /> I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz, <br /> or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off. <br /> I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, <br /> in secret, between the shadow and the soul. <br /> I love you as the plant that never blooms <br /> but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers; <br /> thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance, <br /> risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body. <br /> <br /> I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. <br /> I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride; <br /> so I love you because I know no other way <br /> <br /> in which there is no I or you <br /> so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand <br /> so intimate that when you fall asleep it is my eyes that close <br /> <br /> <br /> Pablo Neruda