Moving OnI can still remember the rainbow of emotions and confusion that filled my head when I was a small girl. Why did they do this to me I would often wonder as I cried quietly in my little twin-sized bed with the pink and yellow Beauty and the Beast sheets pulled up over my head. I can’t remember how old I was when we left our comfortable house on Second Avenue, but I remember being afraid that it was all my fault. Is it because they don’t love me anymore I would ask myself as I drifted asleep, but I knew the answer. Of course they still lovedMoving On
Love is the SunWhat is it about these sunny days that makes me feel so good? I can’t help but feel giddy when the warmth washes over me. It means so much –Love is the Sun
joy safety peace love –
whenever I am near family, or friends or him. But, there come times when the rain streams down my face. But the sun, ever-present, will dry my cheeks and quiet my fears. And then there are times when the ice and snow surround. But the sun is there too, fingers reaching out and ar
Much love to teh Wil X3Look into my heart and see Just how much we're meant to be You're all I need to be set free Can't you see you have the keyMuch love to teh Wil X3
Just because we're far apart And you have a broken heart Doesn't mean you can't love mine But yours can heal it just takes time
Something deep inside my soul Says I need you to be whole My world can be so good I know I just need you to make it so
Everything I dream is you Though you may not believe it's true All I think and all I feel Wants these dreams to just be real
Elizabeth CatorianI was born and raised here in Spoon River, And a bonny young lass they said I was. As skilled as any with a needle and thread I soon became a dressmaker, And the best one in the town at that. 'Twas I who made the lovely gowns For all the ladies in our town, And at a quick pace no less. Even had my own store - There it remains by the milliner's shop - And that was where I met him. Hughbert Cumberdale came to town on business And when he was through, he entered my shop In search of a present for his sister. He was tall and lean with a good head on his shouldersElizabeth Catorian
New Stuff
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Owards, onwards into destruction
We must live until we die
-Rammstein, Dalai Lama
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But there is no joy in Mudville - mighty Casey has struck out
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But there is no joy in Mudville - mighty Casey has struck out
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But there is no joy in Mudville - mighty Casey has struck out
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Owards, onwards into destruction
We must live until we die
-Rammstein, Dalai Lama
^is not so good at teh drawing-zorz^
XD But whatever. I'll put crappy drawings or whatever else in here if and when I feel like it... WORSHIP MY CRAPPY-NESS! BWAHAHAHAHA!!!!
O.O Ahem...
But yesh! I'll put my poopy art-ness up every once in a while I suppose... Ooh... I can bore you with Chinese Calligraphy, too! XD And whatever poem-ies I come up with, though I haven't written any in a while... x.x T___T
So, eh, yeah...
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Owards, onwards into destruction
We must live until we die
-Rammstein, Dalai Lama
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Owards, onwards into destruction
We must live until we die
-Rammstein, Dalai Lama
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