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And then I saw your face. |
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summertime.i've realized i miss you most in the summer. when we were together, we belonged to the cold; trees would lose their leaves, winter winds would blow, but the summer was ours. it was a time when we could leave essays and exams behind and start dreaming. a time for stargazing and raindancing and treeclimbing. for the wild. for us.summertime. by =jonathoncomfortreed
i feel so out of place. in the light of a bonfire or the wind of a highway, i find myself thinking: you would have loved this. and i get lost in memories of running through a subway station, reaching for lights across the dark ocean or swinging by a lake and dangling our feet in the stars.
this has always been a seas
     With a camera in my hands; I love photography, and I always have. I strive to capture that "moment" and keep it forever. And a pen behind my ear; I'm a writer, focusing on short stories and poetry; I love to convey emotion with words. A laptop in my bag; I do a lot of experimentation with digital art and other technology. I like to learn new things. And imagination in my heart. Artistic expression comes to me like breathing. I couldn't live without it. |
Art means a lot more to me than people think. It's that reminder that there's something more. Something worth living for. Something worth dreaming about. There's only us. |
blued veins.such a pretty boy [he's beautiful], but amongst all that prettiness, he doesn't understand. so fragile. just a brittle frame. translucent, as he stood by the window. she hovers behind, unwilling to break him further.blued veins. by ~electrickiss
"you never told me why."
she waits for more.
"i don't understand. how can you think it's right for you when it's hurt you so much?"
he's not done.
"i walked away from you, so you'll never walk away from me. i couldn't imagine the hurt i gave you."
veins on his clenched wrists look so blue [like his eyes]. as she stays quiet, she examined his profile. how can something so painstakingly beautiful look so pained at the same ti
| I (sometimes) have fleeting moments of artistic- ness.  “He’s lonely, just another dreamer-boy with his head in the clouds. For a boy who would never be loved, he had so much love in him.”  > I’m a dreamer. I’m a prince. Welcome to my life. |
 ^ My twin. Half of my heart. [~WanderingHere] ^ This is a reminiscence of playing Super Mario World with my big brother.  [~ProvenParadox] |
 ^ Deal with it. ;] |
~WanderingHere and ~ProvenParadox
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