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Oh Opuss, Opuss, what’s going on. I come on here and I don’t get long... I try to read, ‘like’ and other things, but what stops me dead. What does log-in bring.
Ladies on top ladies down below How do you like your ladies.
A heart is a fragile thing. More delicate than a butterfly wing. It can be light and float like a feather. Or heavy and under the weather. It rhythmically beats like tribal drums.
'Better to have loved and lost than never loved at all' Better to take a leap of faith even if you fall.
E verybody on an even keel. Q ueens and kings cannot be found. U topia, a dream that's real . A ll who dream can gather round. L et's forget the classes and labels.
Woke up to this as a note stuck to my face, I hope you enjoy it as much as I did!: Turns out you're not the only English fanatic, Your phone password; wasn't that hard to crack it, Saw your story...
Ten days to go and counting, With every day the pile un-mounting, Nine days to go and ticking, The clock's arrows slowly blinking. Eight left to deal, Hoping time will pass like an evening meal.
The gentle brush of soft grass The sky, clearer than glass. Lovely flowers sway In the warmth of midday. Cool water flows Right over our toes.
As I go to sleep tonight I'm keeping you all With me away from fright So we don't fall So many of us moved towards the sky I'm so proud of the progress you've made As well as I Does this feeling...
To live, breathe and take in another atmosphere apart from your own. To have and to take it with both hands for being alone. The saxophone calls in the midnight hours.
#household - Lightbulb You draw me to you, With a force I can't ignore. Your beauty transfixes me And leaves me wanting more. I try to fight this urge, To keep myself away.
If dreams were a food... Mine would be a buffett. If dreams were a mood... Mine would be a toughy. If dreams were a dance... Mine would be bump & grind. If dreams were a chance...
P ainting out they're picture. O bligateing our view. R epressed to this fixture T oo late to change, renew. R eassured of that through & through. A ll isolated and alone we're painted.
My 60th follower What a joy. @emilyrose is just a beginner But still glad to have this shiny new toy She's younger than I But that's okay.
-I hate the fact that I'm torn apart on the inside because guys like to fuck with girls heads, Well now I'm all crazy and shit and forced to take meds.
You never quite appreciate just what your friends can do, They build you up, they make you smile and chase away your blues.
I love you all. 5 times too much. You make me smile. Even though I just woke up. Thanks to my "Followers Force". For increasing itself while I slept. I love y'all for your support.
A single light bulb in a darkened room will banish forever the stygian gloom. Turning the night time into day leaving no room for shadow play.
"magic is not real" Says the ignorent as they prance. "Dreams are just a 'feel'" Says the dumb as they dance. You and I, Me and You. We know so much more.
How dare you, Mister Man. Shuffle off, and leave no poets plan You left me with your will Pere Ubu walks down Lime St.
Something new. Something old. Something burnt. Or something cold. Something dead. Something jerks. Something hides. And something lurks. Something haunts. Something heals. Something's ice.
I hate hospital waiting rooms Full of doom and gloom The fake persona Of the receptionist called Verona The glazing eyes The painful cries Filled to the brink Please wash your hands in the...
If I knew you and you knew me,. If both of us could clearly see,. And with an inner sight divine,. The meaning of your heart and mine,. I'm sure that we would differ less,.
(inspired by Not Old Anymore. @rayleen43) Beauty grows from the core, As a tree develops its branches. Sound living, drawing the sap of life, Reaching out, strengthening advances.