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forrestthecat


forrestthecat
Wexford, Pennsylvania
Member for 9 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
2 articles 2 photos 6 comments

Favorite Quote:
Sonnet 17

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way

in which there is no I or you
so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand
so intimate that when you fall asleep it is my eyes that close


Pablo Neruda

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

Favorite Quote:
Sonnet 17

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way

in which there is no I or you
so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand
so intimate that when you fall asleep it is my eyes that close


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

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way

in which there is no I or you
so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand
so intimate that when you fall asleep it is my eyes that close


Pablo Neruda

Art/Photo
forrestthecat BRONZE, Wexford, Pennsylvania
2 articles 2 photos 6 comments

Favorite Quote:
Sonnet 17

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way

in which there is no I or you
so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand
so intimate that when you fall asleep it is my eyes that close


Pablo Neruda


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