[ SECRET POST #2715 ]

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⌈ Secret Post #2715 ⌋

Warning: Some secrets are NOT worksafe and may contain SPOILERS.

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02.
[Tales of Innocence]


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03.
[Transamerica]


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04.
[Final Fantasy VIII]


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05.
[Interview with the Vampire]


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06.
[Andrew Lloyd Webber]


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07.
[Critical Miss]


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08.
[Great British Menu/Emily Watkins]


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09.
[Mike Malinin, Goo Goo Dolls]


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10.
[Pacific Rim]


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11.
[Star Trek TNG]


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12.
[Homestuck]


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13.
[The Man From Nowhere]













Notes:

Secrets Left to Post: 03 pages, 058 secrets from Secret Submission Post #388.
Secrets Not Posted: [ 0 - broken links ], [ 0 - not!secrets ], [ 0 - not!fandom ], [ 0 - too big ], [ 0 - repeat ].
Current Secret Submissions Post: here.
Suggestions, comments, and concerns should go here.

Comments

Re: Fuck everything

[(Anonymous)]

Ah yes, reminds me of Dorothy Parker's famous "Ballade on Akiosexuality":

This, no song of an ingénue,
This, no ballad of innocence;
This, the rhyme of a lady who
Followed ever her natural bents.
This, a solo of sapience,
This, a chantey of sophistry,
This, the sum of experiments, --
I loved them until they loved me.

Decked in garments of sable hue,
Daubed with ashes of myriad Lents,
Wearing shower bouquets of rue,
Walk I ever in penitence.
Oft I roam, as my heart repents,
Through God's acre of memory,
Marking stones, in my reverence,
"I loved them until they loved me."

Pictures pass me in long review,--
Marching columns of dead events.
I was tender, and, often, true;
Ever a prey to coincidence.
Always knew I the consequence;
Always saw what the end would be.
We're as Nature has made us -- hence
I loved them until they loved me.