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MorningThe sun began to rise and Heath was woken with a bright white light. His eyelids fluttered open and he squinted up at the early morning sky. He watched seagulls float gracefully in the sky before looking beside him at Elise.Morning
She was still sleeping with her full lips parted open just slightly. Her head rested on his out stretched arm and he could no longer feel his fingers. The pain was annoying but he refused to move, watching her sleep peacefully next to him.
Flipping over to his side, he took his right arm and draped it over her side. He loved the feeling of her next to him and how her golden skin felt beneath his


Part 1: WyattShe is angry at me. I can slowly hear the exhale of her breath. Blowing loudly enough for me to hear, just not loudly enough for me to comment. The car radio plays soft music in the background but all I could hear was the sound of her breathing.Part 1: Wyatt
I have become so use to the sound of her breath. The sigh she does when she is bored. The sigh of relief she does after finishing a soduku puzzle. The huff she does when she is being stubborn, and juts her chin out, her lips making a hard line.
The breath that kills me the most is the one she just did. The big inhale of air and exhale, the type she does when she is about to


Gaia SubmissionKara brushed the hair out of her face with the back of her hand. She combed through the tangles, mumbling and cursing under her breath because of her tender headedness. She could hear her friends giggling in the valley.Gaia Submission
Come on Kara! Get down here!
She padded her away down the steep slope, her hooves crushing the dry leaves beneath her. The sun shined down on her, toasting her golden skin, as she tossed her mane of hair back, her friends galloped up to her.
Brittanys antlers were tangled in her hair again as she was busy undoing her long braids. Megan was busy chasing blue feathered b
| My heart has been shattered My mind has been cracked Yet I still want more My name is Kara My Passion is art My Love is unbelievable My Thoughts are unreachable And my true name is unspeakable My words are nothing but a waste of your precious time. I feel so child-ish Yet I’m growing more mature as the time passes by My craving is music My style never matches So I’m sure you’ll judge me for that I Hate liars But I dis-like backstabber more Food sickens me But so does my mind Vanilla coffee is my drug And books rule my world Eye make-up hides me from reality Cartoons are what I watch Whispering is what I hear Poetry is what I Devore I am a dreamer Dreamer, adj noun A person who thinks a lot / who is out of touch with practical things. is my And my - hides from are what I is what I is what I am |
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Coffee = orgasm for the mouth.
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FAIL is the new WIN! --> Crackblog! <3
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Coffee = orgasm for the mouth.
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Coffee = orgasm for the mouth.
why do you show me these things?? -
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My name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father...prepare to die!
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Coffee = orgasm for the mouth.
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Coffee = orgasm for the mouth.
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