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LettersLetters fill that golden box friendships and lovers,Letters
past and present.
Sealed with ink and sealed with wax People I love, people who loved me people I no longer care to have in my life.
What happens to those letters after they're read? They stay in the box forever? Unburned, unread, never to be read again?
A living piece of history of my life my emotional state and what I had. (Or perhaps lacked).
But letters-- full of love and passion. Desires and friendships heard and tended Replied to, stamped sealed, mailed. Loved.
by ~divinescape
MagnificationHow strange is the sky when the rain comes down so quietly and so drizzled. What is this quiet serenity and delight I've found?Magnification
What beautiful sonorities surround this entity: soundings of elegance and serenity? Droplets on leaves magnifying the vibrant color, Wind that sings between branches.
I put down my sword.
by ~divinescape
The Photograph on my DeskThere has never been such frustration, such difficulty to find punctuated syllables to describe how I feel at this very moment . I feel your presence in the places I go,The Photograph on my Desk
in the expectation of reaction to my words.
Knowing that you exist and that you're in my life so fully; what a comfort, and yet a steel and still minded frustration. A picture so vivid, a memory, so lovely and delightful. A moment captured in time, sitting on my desk, slightly curled from my touch.
It was cloudy that day, you had a new haircut, we tried a new restaurant the world was ours.
I was
by ~divinescape
Hot Fueled TeaHearing your voice, that smooth comforting, reassuring tone, puts me at ease. What comfort, what complete relaxation.Hot Fueled Tea
The luxury of being with you comes back in waves of pleasure and delight.
Fears melted away.
Unexpected, unintentioned, but so right. You are the one with whom I will take on life's adventures.
I think of you and smile, laugh, the clouds part. When did such happiness come into my life? When did I allow someone to enter into my emtions so completely?
I walk under the gray sky and petals fall, lining my path; f
by ~divinescape
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- Current Residence: SL
- Interests: sculpture, faire, costuming, drawing, acting, music
- Favourite movie: What Dreams May Come
- Favourite band or musician: various
- Favourite genre of music: Indi
- Favourite artist: Magritte
- Favourite poet or writer: too many to list
- Favourite photographer: My friends.
- Favourite style of art: dark fantasy
- Operating System: Windows XP
- Shell of choice: the pretty kind ;p
- Wallpaper of choice: the eccentric kind
- Favourite game: mystery case files.>_< don't hurt me
- Favourite cartoon character: Spike, Vash the Stampede!
- Personal Quote: "I want chocolate. Now."
- Tools of the Trade: Pens, knives and DUCT TAPE!!!
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Macabre morbidity,
ongoing disloyalty,
doubtful certainty,
decaying eternity.
ASD
cheers .. and as a funny coincidence when i came to elave this comment .. in i looked at your page and in your random faves .. my little shout was staring back me ..
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Macabre morbidity,
ongoing disloyalty,
doubtful certainty,
decaying eternity.
ASD
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"Who are these people? These faces? Where did they come from? They look like caricatures of used car dealers from Dallas, and sweet Jesus, there are a hell of a lot of them at 4:30 on a Sunday morning. Still humping the American dream. "
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Hi, I'm Emily.
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"Who are these people? These faces? Where did they come from? They look like caricatures of used car dealers from Dallas, and sweet Jesus, there are a hell of a lot of them at 4:30 on a Sunday morning. Still humping the American dream. "
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