Hello:)Anyways, Welcome to my page, there's not much stuff up yet, but I'm gonna work on it
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~Gamma
The FutureThe Future is like A cardboard box Dusty and tucked away In the attic corner of your life You pry it open curiously And finding it empty say "I should just throw this away" But you never doThe Future
The Moth GirlWhile I was daydreaming awhile ago, walking along the forest paths of my mind, imagining things that will might never happen, I began to ask myself questions of ridiculous nature. One of those questions was this: ‘What if I were a butterfly?’ What kind would I be? What colors and patterns would adorn my delicate wings? What jewels would be reflected by the summer sun as I glided over the fields? Upon which flowers would I alight to imbibe the sweet life giving nectar? What sort of creatures would my comrades be, pigmented and fragile as I, flitting over plants and over roads and through branches of trees? Into what patchThe Moth Girl
FragmentsSo we are lining upFragments
Cast iron hearts Ready to take a shot And if the bullets are deflected At least we know we tried But maybe We’ll find a entrance And taste the light from the other side From beyond these darkened windows And unearth the will to survive
I must be imagining Through a bent glass again Because things seem a little odd I must be delusional Sensing things that aren’t there If I close my eyes will the shadows leave?
And I’m stacking up Plaster dreams So deeply damaged Cracked
Joy
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Everybody forgives everybody...for everything.
would you mind if I used the shatter pattern on one of your pictures?
I'll give you credit (after all it is your picture)
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Me, Myself, and I get along very well, until Me pokes Myself in the eye.
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my bun bun is better than yoohs XD =3
/catie d./
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