

farewelldear R,farewell
hello. you don't know me, but i heard that we used to have a class together back in eighth grade when the world was just beginning and all that mattered was if we were going to make it upstairs in time to get the good food and if that person liked you enough to talk to you, let alone say hi in the hallway. don't you wish we could to back? to when the world was simple and we didn't have all these choices? i know i do. if i could, i would take you with me.
dear R, i don't know you. i couldn't picture a face when they said your name today. &


loving noise.the water fell, steady and soothing. i tried to match my breathing to its drip, drip, drip,loving noise.
"wow. what a waste."
i turned, my friend-lover-husband-brother pulling me out of my tangled waking dreams.
"how could somebody just let this rot?" he thumped two keys on the piano before him. "how could you mistreat this amazing maker of music? what a waste." he repeated.
my eyebrows scrunched. "no." i walked over to inspect the instrument. the wooden keys were curved, as if a root was growing underneath them. black lay again


zuatar - new project?Previewzuatar - new project?
"...i'll save you from the pirates." his voice was a purr, a threat, a promise, a compromise, a yank on my heartstrings. smirking, he released one wrist and suddenly we were running, fleeing, flying, floating, falling, tumbling, tripping, twisting down the iron stairs. as we ran, his grip slackened, and without pausing to think, without knowing who this boy, this man, this complete stranger was, my fingers wove between his, locking together like two parts of a whole piece, and we ran side-by-side, both escaping the demons that existing behind us, that haunted our thoughts, that wer


I Live for...What do I live for?I Live for...
I live for the clank of iron, the squeak and groan of leather, the swish of a brush flowing over a silky coat.
I live for the snorts, the impatient pawing, the toss of a head.
The cluck of a tongue, the flick of a tail, the steady rhythm.
One-two Three-four, One-two Three-four, One-two Three-four
A nudge.
One-two, One-two, One-two.
A kiss.
Onetwothree, onetwothree, onetwothree.
I live for the flow, the grace of the strides, the teamwork with the Angel under me.
I live for the speed, the power, t
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I LOVE The Meek! Keep up the amazing work!
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"this heart, it beats, beats for only you
my Heart, is yours..."
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I put a lot of time into this, all I'm asking for is a little bit of yours.
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"this heart, it beats, beats for only you
my Heart, is yours..."
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i'm not afraid to die. but i'm afraid to dry./
"Je ne suis pas daccord avec ce que vous dites, mais je me
battrai jusqu? la mort pour que vous ayez le droit de le dire"
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"this heart, it beats, beats for only you
my Heart, is yours..."
Thank you so much for your fav
I'm glad you like my picture
Hope you are having a nice day!!!
xx
dannie
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*cookie addicted*
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I hope you have an incredible day too!
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"this heart, it beats, beats for only you
my Heart, is yours..."
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"this heart, it beats, beats for only you
my Heart, is yours..."
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