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Just a quiet, yet kind (at times), kind of guy.
My Current residence is Washington, USA. The Evergreen State.
My favorite genre of music is anything that sounds good to me... I'm picky like that. | D
Personal quotes that I have made:
"The things we do show people what we are capable of, so we don't have to hide anymore."
"Life is very precious, but extremely fragile. Treasure it and keep it safe, because you only get one."
"Imagination is the greatest tool that God gave to humans."
Other quotes/sayings that people made:
"Remeber KIS. Keep It Simple."
"If there is something you really like, then you have to work really hard to be good at it."-Things that one of my teachers at college have said.
"Darkness cannot drive out darkness: only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate: only love can do that."-Martin Luther King Jr.
"Keep your stick on the ice."-Red Green
"Share your Knowledge."-Printers Credo
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I got a Steam account! Come play with me when ya have the chance! Or watch me play!
Wake-up Routine (Kommo-o TF)His eyes slowly opened to the dimly lit room, feeling the thin sheets he was covered in, the warm humidity in the room as the sun beared down from behind the shutters of the blinds. He could still feel the grogginess on his face, rolling over as his hand slid over the bedding to pick up his phone, resting on charge. Nine o’clock in the morning. He had slept in a little bit again. He was tempted to keep lying there too, having woken up earlier when people were moving around outside of his room earlier which made him feel more groggy than he should… but it was starting to get late. The day was being eaten away the more he laid there. Time to do the morning routine.
Caleb gradually shuffled and sat up, pulling aside his sheets as he swung his legs over the right side of the bed, sitting there for a moment as he stretched his arms above and behind his head. He flexed his shoulder blades while he sat there in his comfortable, loose trackie pants, the ones part of his sleeping ou