running toward from youa cat’s paw is floating in the swimming pool; it is so much more pliable in death. as a child, I saw it and climbed out of the water.running toward from you
twilight; dusk; sundown! chlorine keeps the water warm at eight o’clock in the summer full of extremes &#
the Life of Princess ElanaI am in love with the stars when they seem so much closer. From the tallest tower, they look more like little white pebbles than little white grains of sand. Sometimes I try to jump off to see them better, expecting to hit the misty white moor, but I just flawlessly fall back into my bedroom, into my pajamas, into my bed. The blankets smell like vanilla on those nights, vanilla and doughnuts and yellow roses. She must be making it so, doing it on purpose so I’d never want to leave as long as the scent lingered. I always wondered where she got those candles.the Life of Princess Elana
I was in love with a long strip of cloud once, when it was the same
bros 4 lyf... like a face without stars.You always said your soul was with the sea, and you would never fish it out. "That's where it was, that's where it is, that's where it always will be. At home, wandering in the seven seas." I'd always wondered if there was a forgotten eighth sea, but I never argue when I'm right.... like a face without stars.
"Maybe your soul is hiding inside you," I suggested once. But that was impossible; there's no ocean inside you, of course. I'd seen the little cracks where water could get in, though. It was I who told you about the scratch inside your left eye.
X marked the spot, with bleached white chalk or maybe a very coincidental deposit of sea salt. Wi
a coupletshe found out too days 2 late "silly child, you can't fight fate"a couplet
the find of the day It had been 25 since the end of the world. Stanford of the Scavengers wiped the nuclear grime off his forehead and pushed his yellow-tinted goggles back over his burnt face. Today was the day, he knew it. Stanford sifted lazily through the pile of dust and gore. Then he saw it- a flash of gold in a world of gray. Impulsively his greedy hands unearthed a rectangular object. Blue animal hide covered a few hundred leafs of golden-edged papers. Golden letters spelled out gibberish on the cover: THE HOLY BIBLE. Stanford sighed and threw it back into the filth.the find of the day
| fooled you. that isn't me. I'm the one on the right. I am: left-handed long-haired short female half Chinese, half white living fifty years too late Shinto, if any religion a domestic goddess in training an avid believer that everyone/thing is beautiful independent in belief dependent in practice. I love: my beautiful friends my father words Earth alternative courage freedom beauty. I don't love: human arrogance science and scientists meeting new people idiocy lies [radical] liberals American politicians common misconceptions restrictions. |
holy crap guys
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this account won't be very active; I'll be using it for fan work and not much else. if you're interested in my serious work, that's been moved to ~shebledgreenink.
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Waheblahhableh! Waheblahhableh!! You always say that!! Misuta Barumu-- iie, Barumunku-san.
You... are an acrobat.
... and he told me a story I will never forget.
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90% of teens today would die if Myspace was completely destroyed. If you are one of the 10% that would be laughing, copy and paste this to your signature.
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Waheblahhableh! Waheblahhableh!! You always say that!! Misuta Barumu-- iie, Barumunku-san.
You... are an acrobat.
... and he told me a story I will never forget.
thank you so much for that last undeserved fave, you're a silly one.
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that's as bad as secondhand suicide
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Waheblahhableh! Waheblahhableh!! You always say that!! Misuta Barumu-- iie, Barumunku-san.
You... are an acrobat.
... and he told me a story I will never forget.
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that's as bad as secondhand suicide
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