Friends:
Clubs:


Beautiful DisasterAmethyst, crimson, and sapphire, Gallop across the sky, As she sits, enveloped in the aroma of artificial citrus, Laced with the fragrance of fresh cut grass, Tickling, outlining her curves.Beautiful Disaster
Peace. Serenity. Silence. Epitome of perfection.
Suddenly the lingering sweet memories, Are overwhelmed, conquered by the stench of infidelity. Deception. Anger. Ancient secrets. A concoction so brutal. It’s thunder with a heartbeat.
The forest weeps,
As he makes her fall for every empty word he says, A sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach. &nbs
by ~MapleRose-stock
by *faboarts
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If you want to be Somebody, just be yourself
Clubs =macrophoto
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Even now, it calls to me. I can hear the pain, the sorrow, everything it feels. Always.
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" 'Cause I've been up three days, awake, awake,
Two more weeks and I'm threatening to fade,
The world still turns, what makes sense,
Stretch this song to a fever cadence..."
-- "Eyelash Wishes" by AAR
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Even now, it calls to me. I can hear the pain, the sorrow, everything it feels. Always.
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" 'Cause I've been up three days, awake, awake,
Two more weeks and I'm threatening to fade,
The world still turns, what makes sense,
Stretch this song to a fever cadence..."
-- "Eyelash Wishes" by AAR
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Even now, it calls to me. I can hear the pain, the sorrow, everything it feels. Always.
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Though you may not express your feelings, you do project them.
I feel it, every time...
That is empathy...
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My guardian angel, Gabrielle Nichol Campione. Rest In Peace. You will always be in my heart.
I'd rather be hated for who I am rather be loved for I'm not.
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