

Coffee?...A hot steaming cup of coffee in front of me, I smell the delicious scent but somehow I dont feel like drinking it. Its there for the taking, tempting, waiting for me to cave in but my willpower is stronger I know its not a good idea to drink it so I wont...Coffee?...
The clock is ticking and the pressure is building, now I crave the coffee, I have to grab my right arm with my left hand in order to keep it away from the cup, I want to reach out, take it and finish it in one desperate gulp...
I know its so hot that it will certainly burn me but the scent is so strong now that I can barely gather the stren


No smiles.A long time ago there was a little girl named Amy who lived in a big house, she had everything a little girl could ask for, yet she was unhappy and no matter how hard she tried she was unable to smile, her parents tried to teach her how easy it was, they would tell her jokes, take her to the circus, do funny faces, ask other kids to play with her, they would do the unthinkable just to see their daughter smile but all she did was stare and frown and the funnier things were the sadder she got.No smiles.
No one could make her smile, the years went by and the parents grew tired of Amys apathy so they stopped worrying about her


Smile?Smile. Smile. I don't care if you mean it, just crack your lips open. Crack your soul open, just a little bit. Will I fit? Just open your hand.Smile?
I can read the wrinkles, the lines, and everywhere in between.
Let me read, please. If it's in a different language, give me a dictionary.
I'll figure it out, we'll figure it out. Don't doubt me.
Just let me see you smile. Smile.
Smile.
| hmm.. where to begin?.. I guess I'll start by saying that one of the things I enjoy the most in life is writing then again that's obvious. I love nature and I think rain is one of the most amazing things ever, it never fails to bring a smile to my face as weird as it sounds. I can be opinionated but when people prove me wrong I change my mind about things. Music is what keeps me sane-ish hahaha I like to be random, you would be surprised to know the thoughts I come up with sometimes so if you really want to know something about me, talk to me I promise I wont bite.. much. Take care and have a nice day because you never know when it will be your last.. |
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"I also became a poet, and for one year lived in a Paradise of my own creation; I imagined that I also might obtain a niche in the temple where the names of Homer and Shakespeare are consecrated." Mary Shelley (Frankenstein)
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you know for a psychotic arsonist you're suprisingly hard to find
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"I also became a poet, and for one year lived in a Paradise of my own creation; I imagined that I also might obtain a niche in the temple where the names of Homer and Shakespeare are consecrated." Mary Shelley (Frankenstein)
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you know for a psychotic arsonist you're suprisingly hard to find
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"I also became a poet, and for one year lived in a Paradise of my own creation; I imagined that I also might obtain a niche in the temple where the names of Homer and Shakespeare are consecrated." Mary Shelley (Frankenstein)
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Try to show it of what without you, nobody would see...
my gallery: [link]
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♥ bella ♥ emile ♥
[link]
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"I also became a poet, and for one year lived in a Paradise of my own creation; I imagined that I also might obtain a niche in the temple where the names of Homer and Shakespeare are consecrated." Mary Shelley (Frankenstein)
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♥ bella ♥ emile ♥
[link]
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"I also became a poet, and for one year lived in a Paradise of my own creation; I imagined that I also might obtain a niche in the temple where the names of Homer and Shakespeare are consecrated." Mary Shelley (Frankenstein)
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"I also became a poet, and for one year lived in a Paradise of my own creation; I imagined that I also might obtain a niche in the temple where the names of Homer and Shakespeare are consecrated." Mary Shelley (Frankenstein)
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"I also became a poet, and for one year lived in a Paradise of my own creation; I imagined that I also might obtain a niche in the temple where the names of Homer and Shakespeare are consecrated." Mary Shelley (Frankenstein)
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Pain and jealousy,envy and desire,and something deeper than they are,stronger than love and more subterranean.
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"I also became a poet, and for one year lived in a Paradise of my own creation; I imagined that I also might obtain a niche in the temple where the names of Homer and Shakespeare are consecrated." Mary Shelley (Frankenstein)
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The cake is a lie.
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"I also became a poet, and for one year lived in a Paradise of my own creation; I imagined that I also might obtain a niche in the temple where the names of Homer and Shakespeare are consecrated." Mary Shelley (Frankenstein)
thanks very much! I hope to be uploading more soon!
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(o.o) The bunni commands it...........please
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"I also became a poet, and for one year lived in a Paradise of my own creation; I imagined that I also might obtain a niche in the temple where the names of Homer and Shakespeare are consecrated." Mary Shelley (Frankenstein)
it was a little, but cold water does the trick and the pain is worth it, so long as you're careful thats all that matters!
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ouch that sounds painful specially the one of the nose, the sexy tattoo-ish was a bonus though
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"I also became a poet, and for one year lived in a Paradise of my own creation; I imagined that I also might obtain a niche in the temple where the names of Homer and Shakespeare are consecrated." Mary Shelley (Frankenstein)
as for burning myself, anyone who plays with fire gets burnt. I was twirling with my poi and they collided in mid air and tangled, i managed to untangle them but in doing so i started one in a small loop and it wrapped itself around my arm and ended up burning my wrist (gave me a really cool chain mark, looked very tattoo-ish/sexy
and the second time I was twirling in the city (if you look through my gallery there are some pics for the twirl im talknig about.) anyway, I was doing just some basic moves and this drunk guy came up and started staring at me.. but the guy just kept moving closer and closer to me, I didnt want him to get too close or we both could have exploded. anyway, he got a bit too close and in an effort to avoid hitting him and potenteially setting him on fire i altered my circle, it hit my leg and my shoulder and then the end of the staff hit the bridge of my nose. but cause it was on fire there was a cauterising effect. but thatwasnt cool in any way. except for the fact that my hands wer ecovered in ash, and my nose was bleeding, and i had an itch on my face, so i scratched it and i got weird looks all the way home cause my face was all black and red and i smelt of smoke... pretty funny in hindsight
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"I also became a poet, and for one year lived in a Paradise of my own creation; I imagined that I also might obtain a niche in the temple where the names of Homer and Shakespeare are consecrated." Mary Shelley (Frankenstein)
I gave my camera to my mates and did all the presettings myself and told them to click away. So yeah... it is a fun activity, but sadly not my camera skills. when i get a tripod it will be alot more fun and aloy higher quality as well.
thanks all the same ^^
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