| "It was the best of times it was the worst of times"... |
July 14, 1789
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Love?They hit sometimes, Like the throbbings of a scar, the involuntary searings of a toothache, And I feel as if I can sink into the summer once again.Love?
Those torn, lovely, terrible, hopeful, wrenching feelings. They make me remember… Although the moments past are stale and The former months have expired,
The deepest parts of me yet yearn to slide into The painless, open, free memories that once captured my heart.
Memories wholly well-known, in every detail, and thoroughly spontaneous:
Every touch remembered and every word recalled to its fullest extent
from the very
by ~foreverstained
UnwantedNo one wants this skin.Unwanted
Like ribbon covered rust; no one wants this skin To hold, to touch.
It covers and bends and keeps. It invites and feels and listens and retains,
But even so, remains completely, steeply,
perpetually
… unwanted.
by ~foreverstained
2:58 amToo hot; too hot. The constant hum of the window fan a reminder – of the silence. Of the chaos. Of the heat.2:58 am
The blasted heat.
Summer nights: both a blessing and a curse. Hours-long muse, a creature of flaming, radiating, resounding words. They lie dormant in the shadows that the sun casts, only to awake leaping into glory with the moon’s rise and fall.
The pros and the cons, the peaks and the valleys, the fire and the ice.
The (Hummm.) of the fan and the heat – Beat, beat, beating her over the head with their noisy silence.
So much to say in such quiet atmospher
by ~foreverstained
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Hangtimeby *jaimeibarra
interstate 81.there's a metal star that is wasting away on a hill overlooking interstate 81. it blends in with the surrounding area; you can't really even see it unless you know it's there. and no one does. i like to think that it is a signboard from god, and i make tiny little prayers on it. my religion is in curling wires and burned out light bulbs, and my lord is the same colour as the sky and the treetops. honestly, i believe that rusting metal has as much a chance as anything for inspiring faith.interstate 81.
there's a deer lying broken on the side of the road. it's sprawled in a shallow ditch with its four legs splayed awkwardly, h
by ~estallidos
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- Current Residence: Outside your window.
- Interests: Music, Lit., whatnot...
- Favourite movie: So many from which I can pick ...
- Favourite band or musician: Flyleaf, Jason Mraz, Guns'n'Roses...
- Favourite genre of music: Whatever sounds good...
- Favourite poet or writer: Edgar Allen Poe vs. Robert Frost
- MP3 player of choice: My I-pod.
- Favourite game: Would You Rather ... =)
- Personal Quote: "Real beauty is lost forever when measured in perfection."
- Tools of the Trade: Mostly swords, but anything can be turned into a weapon (seriously, anything), and a pen for my lit.
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Hey... I might have failed, but at least I tried....
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'!everybody knows that life can be wonderful!'
just wanna thank you for faving some of my Twilight work. I'm not a huge fan, but I enjoy doing fanart on entertainement subjects
see ya
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Vanwa mí náro...
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And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music ♥
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but it doesn't mean i'm not thankful.
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