WordsWords roll off my tongue like marbles Swift and heavy Landing between us Too fast for me to stop. I try to pick them up, Stuff them in my pockets But you're already gone.Words
untitledWasted time Like battered paper Blowing past my feet. Bend to take it Hold it, make it What it was meant to be.untitled
Felix's DanceFelix’s DanceFelix's Dance
“They won’t even know when I die,” whispered Felix softly to herself. She gently touched a finger to the lake’s surface, creating a ring in the water which spread swiftly to the bank. She gazed to the centre of the ripples, child eyes fascinated by how her thin finger could make such a disturbance so easily. Stretching out her arm and plunging a dirty wrist into the water’s depths, she playfully tried to grasp one of the shimmering rings. Shuddering from the icy sensation, she withdrew her hand, droplets falling from it to the soil.
A crow gave a last caw as dusk began to fall, and Felix laughed in del
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[link] - Go on. Click it. You know you want to. 8D
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The pencil is my life..... a pieces of paper and one pencil, nothing else and you've got the world in your hands.
ARTESILVIA
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"To trudge: the slow, weary, depressing yet determined walk of a man who has nothing left in life except the impulse to simply soldier on."
- Chaucer (A Knight's Tale)
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Before you criticise someone, walk a mile in their shoes. That way when you criticise them, you'll be a mile away and have their shoes.
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Save the World! NC-17 the Bish!
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Before you criticise someone, walk a mile in their shoes. That way when you criticise them, you'll be a mile away and have their shoes.
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Save the World! NC-17 the Bish!
yay donnie darko
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