Would Dylan like a girl who was a Virgo with a moon in Leo? Idk about all this zodiac stuff so excuse me if I said it wrong or something😊

No, you did fine.  Here’s what an earthy/fire-y match is like:

Virgo/Virgo – Two earthy Sun signs is an incredibly solid match, often with the potential of being soul mates. From an efficiency standpoint this match scores a ten. However, more than most others it highlights the need for inefficiency in love – passion, fun, romance – these are inefficient, nonsensical and often even reckless activities, which can be spoiled by too much analysis.The main danger in this match is that you’re both too intelligent and analytical. You’ll understand each other completely. You’re both perfectionists, both can be workaholics, both are very practical, both highly organized and methodical.You both communicate well, you’re both loyal and trustworthy, both tend to be fairly frugal, neither of you are very competitive, you both need to be productive. I’m sure you’re seeing the pattern here. This would make the ultimate business relationship, but as to love you’re both too responsible and efficient sometimes, and not passionate or ‘crazy’ enough!This match can certainly work, and work very well, however it does best if you can set aside your need to be productive, and objective and  make time specifically to be unproductive and inefficient! In short, make ‘play’ a regular priority if it isn’t happening automatically. Having compatible, playful and/or emotional moon signs can help a great deal in this match. When it comes to your partner, follow your heart and not your head sometimes. Allow yourself to do some foolish things together…

Aquarius Moon (Dylan) and Leo Moon can have an incredible relationship, or they could fight over just about everything. If they make sure that they are both on the same page, they should be a good match. Once they make the effort to understand the other’s point of view, they should be able to work together. Leo Moon likes groups as long as the group is focused on them. Aquarius Moon needs a group, yet wants to stand out. Leo loves to be the adored head of a traditional family while Aquarius wants change, new things and wants to dedicate their lives to helping mankind. Leo lives in the present and wants to spend their time enjoying it. Aquarius lives for the future. Leo will probably be annoyed by Aquarius’ ability to place family after their causes.

If they can learn from each other, Aquarius will be able to learn to appreciate closeness and intimacy while Leo can learn the value of free will. Their individual choices will challenge the other. It may be difficult for them to find a domestic routine. Leo Moon can get their feelings hurt when Aquarius treats them just like everyone else instead of the special being Leo knows they are. Aquarius can resent the authority that Leo exudes. This relationship will need a lot of work from both partners to find a happy balance.

Dylan also has Mars in Leo. (Not sure where your Mars is placed but if you also have Mars in Leo – whoah, look out!  Pretty passionate but potentially explosive with a flair for the dramatic as well as selfish tendencies. Mars in Leo for Dylan exemplifies his mercurial temper tantrums out of no where which even Brooks mentioned. Tendency towards melodrama and being a drama king.  Had Dylan not been suffering depression, he would’ve been rather dynamic at school or work with his brilliant intelligence. A show off ‘look at how brilliant I am’ in abilities and performance. That would include.. the bedroom as well in an argument, ahem.  Denotes  Self-confident; good leadership ability; high energy levels; brave and heroic fighters; strong sexual charisma; talented performers. Over-inflated egos; hot-tempered drama queens; anti-authoritarian; bossy and domineering; boastful exhibitionists.  — most certainly an anti-authoritarian exhibitionist on 4/20.

Based on what you gave me to work with, there you have it!  🙂 

do you answer all the questions? why do you think dylan and eric were indigo? I think Dylan was.

Indigo people know they are indigo?

How would you discribe a indigo person? they know what they are? 

Hmm, I’m going to wager you yourself are an indigo just based on your persistence and impatiences for me to address your question..  😉 

Without further ado…..

Do I answer all my questions?  and..

Were Dylan and Eric Indigo children and what traits confirm them as such.

illhaveavodkaandrebplease:

Dylan awakened suddenly from a nightmare, jerking as if he had been electrically-shocked. He wiped away the cold sweat that had beaded his forehead and glanced over at the alarm clock on his nightstand. 3:02AM. The all-too-familiar feeling of a yawning chasm felt like it was opening in his chest, and he reached a hand towards it to make sure that there wasn’t. The feeling was instantly replaced by one of stupidity for both worrying, and for forgetting the dream as swiftly as he had awoken.

Dylan stared at the ceiling fan as it undulated slowly over his bed in the dim light filtering into his room from the stars and moonlight from the edges around his curtains; though Dylan had adhered them to the wall with duct tape to keep out the sunlight during the day, he hadn’t been able to do a thorough job as he had already used most of the roll for wrapping the pipe bombs Eric and he had made, and for the fake weapons Eric and he used for Radioactive Clothing.

“Can’t do anything right,” he inadvertently mused out loud to himself. His mutter sounded too loud in the dark stillness. Tom and Sue were sleeping, as they worked in the morning, and there was no outside noise as the Klebold house was way out in the boonies with their nearest neighbors nowhere nearby.

Dylan was painfully aware how the only company he had was the soft, intermittent ‘whoosh-whoosh-whoosh’ noise of the fan, and instead of grounding him, the realisation caused the chasm to make an appearance again.

Feeling like if he remained still any longer, alone in the darkness of his room, the ceiling and walls might crush down on him, he got up and flicked on the lightswitch and peered into the small mirror hidden on his closet shelf. It was cracked and chipped at the edges from when he had gotten drunk in his room by himself one night when his parents were on vacation, and smashed the mirror with an empty vodka bottle in a rare burst of anger. His reflection stared back at him, crookedly. In a way, Dylan was glad his glasses had been lost; now, the physical features of himself he didn’t like were less noticeable to him; his coarse blonde hair that never behaved unless he tied it back appeared less unruly than usual and his too-prominent nose and too-strong chin were softened and minimised.

Dylan sighed and ran his hand through his hair to try and flatten it before he crammed on his Boston hat and reached for a pair of black BDUs from the maelstrom of clothes that littered his bedroom floor. He donned his leather trench coat over the Downward Spiral shirt he had fallen asleep in and gathered his wallet, keys, and onyx ring from his computer desk and made sure to flip over the offending mirror and turn off the light on his way out of his room.

Slinking silently through the hall, he made sure to skip the spots of hardwood that creaked, and manuevred his tall, lanky body expertly around the hidden obstacles in the dark with the help of the moonlight shining down from the skylights, trained from a year of insomnia and night-time excursions with Eric on “Rebel Missions.” He passed a side table with a row of framed photos propped up on it; he knew the precise order in which they sat, from his and his brother Byron’s school photos, to one of Eric Harris, Zach Heckler, Brooks Brown and him in freshman year on a field trip to a museum in Denver, to a photo of Dylan and Brooks from an elementary school-year Halloween dressed up as Bill & Ted, and the grand pièce de résistance, Byron at his high school graduation with their beaming parents and a younger, smaller Dylan (he hadn’t had his random awkward growth spurt yet), hovering a few feet to the side, looking a little dejected and a lot uncomfortable; Byron and his friends had always enjoyed ridiculing Dylan and never made that a secret to his face.

Dylan only paused briefly in the front foyer to pull on his military-issue boots before he exited the house into the cool night air and quickly strode down the driveway to his car, his long limbs moved swiftly and he was already unlocking his driver’s side door after a few short steps.

Dylan started up his old BMW and rummaged through the mess of garbage on the passenger side of the car, throwing Burger King wrappers and bottles of ‘Mango Tango’ Snapple and Dr. Pepper in various states of emptiness towards the backseat as he searched for his CD book. He thumbed past the first few pages and found the specific album he was looking for. Using one hand to steer the wheel as he reversed and the other to insert the disc into his dash, he skipped tracks and switched gears and drove off as the starting notes of “Disarm,” by Smashing Pumpkins began.

Really well done! Amazing visuals there and loved the description of the framed photos.

What are your personal thoughts about Dylan`s personality? I relate so bad with him, most of things he wrote on his journals looks like written by me. (sorry my English) .

No worries, I got your English just fine. 😊 Dylan’s personality for me would be described as..
Brilliant of mind, kind-hearted, super sensitive, cared and felt accutely, swallowed intensity of feelings, jovial, goofy, jealous, lonely, disconnected, vulnerable, mediator, creative, dependable, receptive, was a born lover not a fighter, took things to heart, sadness concealed with jokes, dependable, devoted, loyal to a fault..

I’m thankful that Dylan left his journal behind for whatever his unknowable reasons. For some of us, yourself included, his writings are a provocative reflection that resonates deeply. It’s as if we stood before a mirror and saw his face gazing back as our own. It’s that ah-ha! moment where his journal connects and hooks us in and there’s a mutual understanding of his personality and his soul even, that goes beyond his last actions in that misdeed.

This whole “Dylan is so shy” is such GARBAGE. Dude asked out a girl (Tobin Kennedy). Wtf. I thought, “Dylan was always too shy”

Hm.. I’m not sure why this seems so incongruous to you?
Dyan was super shy and yes, he finally managed to work up the nerve to ask Tobin out all but one time after all his other visits to the store. And, she turned him down. In my estimation, that shy dude should have gotten a metal for finally going for it and on top of that, enduring the rejection. It’s 20x harder for those shy guys…

Have you ever seen the 80’s cult classic movie Heathers? And if so what are your thoughts on the movie and the eerie parallels between it, Columbine and Eric?

Well, Heathers came out in ‘89, Basketball Diaries came out in ‘95 and NBK in ‘94. We know that the later influenced the boys in a conscious way but how do we know the other flicks like Heathers didn’t give them some ideas, even at least subliminally? Then there’s the Matrix with it’s uncanny bits about self awareness and that black coat gun adoration lobby showdown scene which just came out on just on the eve of 4/20. Coincidence or some prophetic design? Life imitating art, or art imitating life? Which came first the chicken or the egg? Ultimately, I think it’s all very interwoven.

Columbine was mad fucking chill. You can go and just smoke a blunt, then come back to school? Damn.

Nooo. Oh, hell no. I don’t think CHS was that lenient. If students were caught with signs of being high in class or even so much as smelling like pot, I think they’d definitely be in a considerable amount of trouble for it and parents would be notified. One time not long before 4/20, Dylan was framed for having weed on him. The school called him out of class, questioned and searched him, his locker and even his car and found nothing. Basically, what I’m saying here is, merely having possession of weed or using on campus or nearby was an offense not taken lightly. So, sneaking a hit at the Smokers Pit was not the norm; it was a designated place to smoke cigerettes not to go get high regularly. I think the occasional hit would’ve occurred when they were ditching class for the day. I hear tell that the Smokers Pit no longer is allowed to exist nearby Columbine. Goes to show how much things have changed in sixteen years that now even the use of tobacco by students on or near the premise is not even up for consideration. However, ironically, marijuana is now legalized in Colorado sixteen years on. Of course, this doesn’t mean that Columbine or any other school out there in Colorado is all hunky-dory with their students smoking a blunt after lunch and shuffling back into class with blurry eyes to perform lousy on their exams. So, yeah, may be legalized but not on school grounds.

Could you inform us about Dylan’s marijuana use? I’ve read on many different accounts that he smoked it once and thought it was a waste of time and that he had smoked it multiple times and enjoyed it. I realize he was a teenager and could have just lied to protect himself, but I know he hated liars and was pretty truthful on that diversion program questionnaire other then that. Thank you!

Well, first of all, Eric was the one who said he disliked liars even though he realized he was one himself. I don’t think Dylan was all that fussed with lying in general. Dylan withheld and minimized his way through a good bit of the diversion questionnaire so as to not call up any major red flags which then might mean he’d have to take classes discouraging drugs and drinking or attend classes like MADD. He concealed a whole lot more than Eric who was mostly truthful by comparison on the questionnaire. Dylan admitted to trying out marijuana with his brother Bryon and that he had also drank occasionally but overall pretty much alluded that he felt doing drugs was a pointless waste of time. Which, I can believe he, at least, partially meant that because he saw how his brother had become addicted and aimless using them. The reality is that Dylan drank with friends and by himself on multiple occasions. His best friend, Zack, was of the opinion that Dylan had a potential drinking problem. Dylan was not a frequent marijuana user but he did smoke weed socially on occasion. If a group of friends were passing a joint at a party or at the smokers pit, let’s just say he wouldn’t turn down having a hit. I often wonder how and when Dylan’s parents discovered that their youngest son had become a regular smoker. I can imagine that Dyl probably snuck around them at first until it was pretty obvious and a given that they knew he had that habit. After all, the scent would be pretty hard to disguise at a certain point.