Jeez.


Shooting StarsThe lines etched intoShooting Stars
My arms are
Reminders. Reminders Of what I was And who I wanted to be.
And words engraved Into my mind Are those of a girl
Whos never been loved, Never been wanted Never Never Never.
I wished last night On a
Star.
It was flying Past my house At midnight.
And it wanted To know What I wanted.
It wished to know
What I wished.
It longed to know What I longed for And I told it.
And then it Disappeared.
It left Ov


To My Future LoveHey Future Love,To My Future Love
I didnt know how to start this letter Dear, or hello, couldnt decide which sound better. I went for the informal because Im not trying to impress Try to make it laid back so theres no need to stress. I know I dont know your namebut someday I hope Well meet on the street and no longer be alone. Sometimes I gaze up at the stars and imagine how it will be Where will it happen? Will you just turn and look at me? Will we discover the meaning of love at first sight? Perhaps it will take one or two nights


A Reply To The Love NoteIt was clear that evening, when the wind suddenly picked up and swept a letter into the tree branch outside of the room on the second floor. A teenage boy looked up from over his laptop, spying the letter neatly tucked away. He got up from his seat and walked swiftly to the window, lest it be blown away before he could reach it. Opening the window, he climbed up on the ledge and snatched the letter, returning safely inside.A Reply To The Love Note
Upon reading the letter, he got to a table and started to write.
Good evening my Angel,
Do the stars miss you dearly when they depart each morning? Does the moon yearn for your
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"It's funny how dogs and cats know the inside of folks better than other folks do, isn't it?"
Eleanor H. Porter
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We all go a little mad sometimes.
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There's nothing left to hold / this love has long turned to hate / dear heart / we were entirely too late.
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"In you is the beauty of the world, of which death made me an artist"
- Nightwish
"I am my own medicine turned into a poison..."
- Sonata Arctica
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"In you is the beauty of the world, of which death made me an artist"
- Nightwish
"I am my own medicine turned into a poison..."
- Sonata Arctica
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I hope to be the kind of person my doggies think I am ♡
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"there is no shame in haveing a dirty face, the shame is leaving it dirty"
~In Cold Blood by Truman Capote
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