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Sonnet 116 - William Shakespeare.
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments; love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O, no, it is an ever-fixèd mark,
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wand'ring bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his heighth be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though ( Read more... ) -
Lust, Lipstick and Lies
His large soft hands caress her hips, slowly passing over her curves. That one touch from him, and she’s sold. She glances at him with pure lust in her eyes. She thinks its love, she wants him, she wants to know how it feels for his breath to be on her neck, she wants to know how he tastes. Her eyes follow him across the room; she takes notice of ( Read more... ) -
Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens
Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens, brown paper packages tied up with strings...
(ok enough with my lyrical crap now.)
This post is all about 'my favourite things' So, here goes (all behind the cut, picture heavy by the way, just a warning if any of you still live in the dark ages and have dial up).
Numero uno - Harry potter figurines. ( Read more... ) -
Writer's Block: AAAGH!
I had this really freaking scary cult dream the other day/week. In vague detail it went as follows: I was out shopping in my town with alice and emma, and everyone outside started screaming and stuff, so we ran into Wallis (clothes shop, but in my dream it was a shoe shop) and the owners safe locked (or so we thought) us inside, but this scary ( Read more... ) -
fangs up bb.
So, I'm super dooper excited.
I got tickets to see Cobra Starship in September.
You wouldn't belive how much I flailed.
Seriously.
So, I get to see GAPE SAPORTA. Live.
I do not know how I will cope.
That man is pure sex on legs.
Very lovely long legs to be precise.
Ok, so that was major fangirl creepy right there.
Sorry about that.
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Writer's Block: Gaming From Young to Old
Oh my. This is a good one.
When I was young, my friends and I used to play a game called 'sardines' which was like hide and seek, however the rules were:
One person went to hide while all the rest counted down. Then everyone had to split up and find the person, once you found the person, you had to hide with them, and the last person to get into the ( Read more... ) -
Sinking into your soul
New poem.
Its a bit wierd.
Feel free to not read it. I
was listening to R'n'B at the time of writing.
And i'm not really happy with this atall tbh.
The heavy baseline
beats through your body.
The music
sinking into your soul.
You feel free
you can let go.
It’s not too late for you
to join this high life.
Feel like you are
a thousand miles high.
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Loss of my words.
So the prompt table I was using was proving to be particularly hard. I think I just need some inspiration.
*sigh*
I just want my creativity back. -
Why oh why
Argh.
My life is made a BILLION
Times more complicated by boys.
Its just upsetting.
I want it all to go away.
I wish I was seven again,
So I could think boys are icky.
Being a teenager is no fun.
They make it out to be so good,
but it sucks tbh.
It would be so much simpler if..
Actually, i'm just mean.
I'm really bad for messing guys around,
And I dont mean to ( Read more... )
