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Phanerozoic lately i've had a certain thought stuck in my brain,
the thought of how easily i can change my fate.
retrospectives play and replay a silly habit embedded in me
like fossils rested in subsoil,
like little insects trapped in golden amber,
like gems cased in by stone:

i wait until its too late to open up.
by then, i've just learned to make myself comfortable.
i imagine how beautiful i could be if i opened up like gardenia.

i make promises to myself that things will be different next year,
that

To my Dearest Dearest Delilah,
Nights have gotten colder. The days are darker as the shrapnel draws nearer. Oh how I miss our days spent together. Do you recall the days at the beach? When the sun had rested perfectly over us, wrapping us in its warmth and light, as if our days would never be disgraced with gloom and darkness? I savor these memories as if they were still mine to cling to. But these memories are not mine anymore. They belong to the man who had waved a sorrowful goodbye to you on the boat that sailed him the farthest he has ever gone.
Now a new man rests in his place. He is frightened of the noises, of the cries and the echo of bullet shells piercing skulls and clanking to the floor as if they rained down endlessly. This man cannot think of anything else but his inevitable death as he runs through the fields of darkness, doing his best to survive and return to you, the woman who still knows the man he used to be. For the man you hold was ki

HETALIA DORKS ONLY!!Hello all you Hetalia nerds, dorks, and outcasts! ^^

I'm just going around asking for some support for my new ask blog on Tumblr.
So, if you have a Tumblr and are interested, I would really appreciate just a simple follow.
THAT WOULD BE AMAZING!!!

It's called bother-au-lovino.
So basically I cosplay Romano and you or whoever asks questions, and I'll make a fool of myself.
You interested yet? XD

I just started out, so I'm going to need all the support I can get.

I'd really appreciate it if you could. Thank you. > u <

LINK::: http://bother-au-lovino.tumblr.com/

To My Dearest-Letter 2 My beloved Thomas,
Each night I spend without you is engulfed in sorrow. This house that we had built together is empty. I am but a shell disturbing the peace and love that once shimmered greatly through the halls. I fear that out of sheer loneliness and agony that I will tear it away with my own frail hands. There is so much that I wanted to fill this house, so much laughter and kisses to be shared.
Thomas, I love you so dearly and I regret ever letting you walk upon that dock. I heard how heavy and slow your footsteps were. I saw how small your back seemed then, how scared and sad you must have been. I know that war was never meant for you. You heart is too big for war. But I have faith, Thomas, that the large heart you carry with you will bring you home, back to me and the life we have yet to share together. I can only imagine the horrors you have seen. I wish I could enclose you in my arms, just as a guardian angel, shielding you from things of

Letter To OklahomaTo the teachers who gathered students in the halls, who drilled them months beforehand, who threw themselves over six crouched students under a ripped roof, who carried out children regardless of their battered blue face, who know that they started their career to make a difference, to not only teach, but to care, know there may not be many phone calls home in the months to come but there will still be a schoolyear.

To the daycare workers who, when the walls shook in the rooms where they sheltered themselves and the lives entrusted to them, continued to keep calm and sing for their sun, know that there is truth to your song and that you are

To Sparky Dear Sparky,

So the question herin, I suppose lies; "Why did I ask to listen to your heart?" I
don't suppose there's an easy answer to that question, no matter how trivial a
question it seems in my head. Hell, I'm not even sure where to start on answering
it. I guess I could say that the most basic answer to that is that on the
simplest level, I'm still lonely. I miss the feel of someone beside me; someone in
my arms; someone who doesn't think that the things I do are because I'm weird, but
instead actually appreciates me and likes me for whatever trivial things in which
they find interest in me. Before, when Alex used to co

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Just because I draw a picture of Gaddafi with a R.I.P doesn't mean I am Pro-Gaddafi! So Shut the F**K up, so you guys think I give a F**KING damn about the Libyan Civil War? Well no! Ever since the Libyan Civil War started I am completely neutral. And You can't force me to take sides okay? I'm not with the F**KING rebels or the Damn Government of Libya!?!!?

So stop giving me a S**tstorm on my view of Socialism! Just because I like that economic system you don't have to give me harsh comments on it. Yes I know Gaddafi comment several crimes against humanity but they is some parts of him which is positive!

Just because I draw a Memorial

el regreso de Ivana!!! [part-2]Todos en el karaoke… llegan Magda, Jenny y Miguel

Magdalena: que hacen aquí???

Yo: karaoke, ven a cantar con 1cirilo y yo

Magdalena: ok, pero que canción???

Yo: solo sigue las letras con el ritmo de la canción

La canción es: My Boy – BOUNO! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D-aT53dYI0o

Todos: Cadence, Cadence, Cadence

Cadence: ok, voy a cantar

Canción: Perfecta - Jesse y Joy http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eB1OziwHRyg

Se mira en el espejo, sin gustarle lo que encuentra
Ella quiere hacer notar
Que es más de lo que aparenta
Llena de inseguridad, tiene tanto para dar
Se a echo es

I Can't See TruthYou know those days? We all have ‘em. Those days when you are convinced by simple actions that people have a different view of you than what you were made to believe. I had one of those days today.
I person that I thought was a very good friend, ran a piece of paper across the front of my neck. I know, a simple action. I told him that it had hurt me, and he made a similar motion and slid it across his throat as well and disagreed with me. And I realized something. His life must really suck.
I usually don’t pay any attention to it, but at least once every day he talks about how it would be better if he just died and that if I did the same. I don’t understand. Maybe I make fun of him too much. Maybe I call him gay too much. Maybe he truly thinks his life would be better if either I didn’t exist of if he didn’t.
I tell him how there was no possible way to kill my “immortal soul”. And that if he killed himself, I would find a way to bring him

What, you love maths?!Tuesday, May 7
National Teacher Appreciation Day 2013

We all have teachers that we either love or hate. We have teachers that aggravate us and wish that we did not have to go to school, but at the same time, we have the teachers that put a warmth in our hearts and balance out the hate we have towards school. Although I did not publicly wish my maths teacher a happy teacher's day and I know that it is perhaps a tad bit late, this is my thank you letter.

To my maths teacher of three years,

Contrary to those that absolutely hate maths, I have actually always been quite neutral to the subject. I did not hate it, but neither did I love it. I wi

till this heartyou kiss me
in the lamplight
and inch by inch
sow me anew,
in the ragged plains
that is this flesh
and with each brush
of lips, each whisper
you unearth me
and bury me again,
and find where i thought
myself to be most soiled
and where my skin is darkest,
you make sure, fifty times,
together,
we find sunlight

To HimHello?  Hello?
Are you out there?
Someone?
Anyone? 
Am I coming in clearly?
Can you here me?
 
I’ve never had a real boyfriend.
I don’t play an instrument.
I like to imagine I can.
I passed through high school by the skin of my teeth
I’m currently working on a book I’m afraid will never get done.
I constantly have hangnails.
my face is littered with freckles.
my hair is short and untamable.
I forget things.
often.
Important.
necessary for life.
things.
but I never forget to eat.
and because of tha

A Letter to the BSA ExecutiveDear Sir:
I never thought that the day would come when I would be fearful for the integrity of the honor and moral standings of the Boy Scouts of America. Never—so I believed—would an organization that prides itself in its code and its pledge to be, among other things, morally straight, consider compromising its high moral standards. Surely—I thought—these good men and boys who swear regularly upon their honor to do their duty to their God first, and then to their country, would never give in to the press of sin!
…And yet, though I am pained greatly to admit it, that dark day has, indeed, come. This great pillar, this shining beacon of benevolence and honor in an ever the more darksome and honorless world, is at a great crossroads. The one path—the path that it has followed since its very conception so long ago—is a path of light; a trail leading to honor.

el regreso de Ivana!!! [part-3]Jennifer: mi hermano y Cadence se fueron… ahora qué???

Lizzeth: a seguir cantando!!!!.... mi tuno

Canción: So what - Pink http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lUvYR2ZYjVY

Miguel: aaaah, bien

Stompi bob: *diciéndole a G-billy en voz baja* le decimos que no fue tan bien como cree???

G-billy: no, prefiero mantenerlo así que tener que decirle algo que no le agrade a mi novia

Stompi bob: hey, esa es mi técnica con Ep :D

Ep: *detrás de ellos* así que “técnica”… en que momentos la has usado???

Stompi bob: so-solo una vez, l-lo juro

Ep: y cuál???

Stompi bob:

Life of my LoveA wise man once said that when one finds a single special girl that makes their heart tick, the one woman who envelops your heart and completely overtakes your senses until not a thought besides her can cross your mind, you should hold onto her with your life.
I always felt that was wise, for if you were to let her go, your life would surely end without her.
With you in my embrace, now more than ever can I find truth in those words. Now more than ever do I understand what it's like to find and hold the one special girl who fills my lungs with breath, who gives beat to my heart, who gives love to my life. Maybe the age-old expression should be

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by ~CheyennevanStrange, Jan 2, 2011, 6:48:15 PM
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Dear Acquaintances,

To the Sin family, of the House of Sin, in the Providence of Flesh, in the Kingdom of Satan:
Arrogance,
Pride,
Greed,
Hate,
Gluttony,
Lust,
Envy,
Sloth,
Occult,
And extended family

Consider this a formal declaration of war.

Goodbye,

- A Sinner Saved by Grace

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~HBPen Jan 8, 2011 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

Hey would you mind if I posted this to my profile on DA and maybe youtube and or possibly Facebook? Lol I really like it XD

~CheyennevanStrange Jan 8, 2011 Hobbyist General Artist

Just post that I am the original author and I have no problem with it.

If it helps your message and spread the Word, preach it!

God bless!

~HBPen Jan 8, 2011 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

Thanks!!!

~CheyennevanStrange Jan 8, 2011 Hobbyist General Artist

No problem.

!judyjudyjudy22 Jan 2, 2011 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

No matter who or where we are, we are always in spiritual warfare. However, we don't need to be defeated by Satan; God will help us overcome temptation and sin, and help us achieve victory!

~CheyennevanStrange Jan 3, 2011 Hobbyist General Artist

Amen!

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