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The first thing she noticed was the water. The shadows were directly underneath each thing, or rather, underneath her since she was the only thing in sight. A sun that would show up as overexposed in cameras made the sand start to sizzle. Her eyes raised towards the sky. It was cloudless and robin’s egg […]
I never realized how sad and anxious a hate poem addressed to you can make you feel. I personally find it disgusting that someone is willing to write a hate poem and only show it in private. It’s a vulgar act, especially when they proceed to swear at you after and call you a “bitch” […]
We are never ever getting back together. Ever.
… or maybe I’m just a dreamer. Lyrics to Dreams don’t turn to dust by Owl City: Splash down in the silver screenInto a deep dramatic sceneI swim through the theaterOr maybe I’m just a dreamerLike a kite in the bright middayWonder stole my breath awayShy sonata for MercuryThe stars always sing so pretty […]
Those silly adolescent girls who have not yet developed a sense of maturity that write you hate poems despite being a few years older than you. Though, I must admit it is probably the hormones that make girls unpredictable. Myself for one.
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Snow blew around her in gusts akin to a dragon’s breath. The puffs stroked her pale skin, cooling it. The snow tangoed with her hair, twining to make a nest over the rumpled hair. There were strange indents in the hair as if someone had placed a wreath upon it. The snow was not cold, […]
She alighted upon a small nest, a small haven. The clouds drifted overhead like snowflakes that refused to melt. They just piled up over each other and created huge masterpieces of fluff. Her blue eyes lit upon the nest. The nest was compiled of many little tunnels twined within each other, next to each other, […]
The innumerable caves were twisting, turning passages never ended. Perhaps it was a maze. She kept walking, shuffling through the misty clouds that swirled around her feet. They felt nothing like mist. It looked like an almost liquid mixture of powdered snow and the fluff of the bunny rabbit she had encountered a few passages […]