The Echo of Promises
I don’t understand how people can break their promises—how they can let words fall from their lips with the weight of feathers, never intending to hold them.
If I say I’ll stay, I stay. If I whisper forever, I mean it. How, then, could I ever walk away as if love were just another passing season, as if the roots we planted meant nothing at all?
There is music for everyone to enjoy. Every song is a treasure to collect to add to your trove. Every note can be felt through your soul. Through music, you can be transported to somewhere better--even for just a moment. Music is a part of being human.
"Where words fail, music speaks." - Hans Christian-Anderson
This was a web meticulously crafted by teenage boys who created their own pixel paradises or punchy green day-themed vector layout complete with lots of visual overlays and eyeliner. These personal sites acted as portfolios of art with [made by Bitmap Dreams, linked below] easy to use graphics ("sozai" in Japanese) and pixel art adoptables to be added to your toybox, a cbox to leave comments, a button wall filled with 88x31 and 32x32 buttons to "affies", and a minimal 
kristan also captures this period well in her post, i dream of pixel paradise.
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