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Stronger than this | december's monologue
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Creative writing, quotes, and random thoughts all by me. August 11, 2015. August 11, 2015. You’re stronger than this. You’re stronger than this. Yesterday’s Tears →. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out. Are you a seasonal writer?
heyrainbows | december's monologue
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Creative writing, quotes, and random thoughts all by me. October 27, 2016. October 27, 2016. It’s past midnight. She likes it rough. She’s not vicious. But she draws blood. When she makes love. October 17, 2016. October 17, 2016. There are too many people. There aren’t enough personalities. You look the same as yesterday. I thought you said you’ve changed. Artists: They deserve to be paid. July 6, 2016. July 6, 2016. Do you think it’s important to support artists? June 19, 2016. June 18, 2016. I’m ...
Yesterday’s Tears | december's monologue
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Creative writing, quotes, and random thoughts all by me. August 12, 2015. He is made of yesterday’s tears. And tomorrow’s fears. Past pains haunt him. They keep him at bay. He doesn’t understand why they won’t go away. Just let it go he recites. Trying to move forward with all his might. But still they creep into his present. All the memories that he’s grown to resent. He is made of yesterday’s tears. As he works his way through all his fears. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here.
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209 | Serendipity
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Was I born a masochist or did society make me this way? I demand unconditional love and complete freedom. That is why I am terrible. These are the little things that I miss. These are the small things that kill me. March 5, 2015. 4 Comments to “209”. March 7, 2015 at 6:37 am. Reblogged this on Where the Fence is Low. March 7, 2015 at 4:54 am. The cigarettes brand thing … so true! March 6, 2015 at 2:26 am. March 5, 2015 at 10:44 am. Poetic and poignant reminiscences, just like always. Laquo; Previous Post.
Crimson Peak: Gothic Horror at its finest | elsa ruth reviews
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20 something writer from Pittsburgh, PA. Crimson Peak: Gothic Horror at its finest. October 21, 2015. October 21, 2015. Director: Guillermo Del Toro. This movie immediately immerses the viewer in the world of Gothic Horror. Everything is beautiful, ornate and appropriate to the genre. The landscapes, the lighting, the wardrobe, the sets, everything about this movie is beautiful, leaving an easier task for the actors. 3 thoughts on “ Crimson Peak: Gothic Horror at its finest. October 21, 2015 at 6:36 pm.
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Submissions - The Global Twitter Community Poetry Project
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The Global Twitter Community Poetry Project. Where the World Unfolds. The brown moth of solitude settled down. Amid the verdant boughs that my head crown. And by and by, the woods opened their doors. Showing many leaves scattered on their floors. A faint sound arose as from distant shores,. Waves softly flapping through the sycamores. A laughter I heard raining with the dew,. Rising up to the clouds as the wind blew. My heart’s waters became a lucid pond,. Gazing the azure, the sun as it dawned,. A ninet...
She Swallowed the Moon – Pen's Ink
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Penelope Connor — ink girl poet. She Swallowed the Moon. The night when she swallowed the moon,. Its light gave a glow to her skin. She felt transformation begin. At midnight the second of June. She hummed a sweet song, out of tune. And danced like a top set to spin. The night when she swallowed the moon,. Its light gave a glow to her skin. The stars all about her were strewn. Like fireflies drunk on sloe gin. Though she had no ink for her pen,. Silvery words dripped from her spoon,. 8212;——-.
Current muse: colouring books – White Bird Art & Design: BLOG
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White Bird Art and Design: BLOG. The work and musings of Myra and Lamice. Current muse: colouring books. July 22, 2015. July 22, 2015. White Bird Art & Design. It’s hard to miss the current storm of popularity of adult colouring books these days; they’re everywhere! I’m really excited by this idea, and both Myra and I are hoping that eventually, we will have a few White Bird books printed and ready for sale. How amazing would that be? Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window). Pens Inks →. July 23,...
Feb. 06/ Advice – Everyone Wanders
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February 6, 2015. November 28, 2015. Do not dull yourself for this world. Speak freely but kindly. Honest words are the best words, as long as they aren’t said to harm another person. What you say has physical reaction. Shouting at someone doesn’t solve the problem. Calling a person a name doesn’t fix the situation. Others will appreciate straightforwardness. Cutting through confusion is sometimes as simple as using less words. One thought on “ Feb. 06/ Advice. March 6, 2015. Leave a Reply Cancel reply.
Photography: Ulrika Kestere |
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Contact Indie Music Heartbeat. Shows I’ve Seen. I stumbled upon this photographer/illustrator on my new favorite website My Modern Met. I love how dreamy and mysterious her photos are! Scandinavia serves as the backdrop to most of her photos and she is the main character of them because she likes to have spontaneous photo shoots and most of her friends don’t like to be in front of the camera. Her blog, Ulicam. And also her print shop. On October 18, 2012. I live, breathe, and share music. Next Post →.
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Timmy | nomatternevermind
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Farewell, oh soft-handed one! You who wielded a comb. Life is short and impermanent. Like the bangs you once cut. Over my pale forehead. February 19, 2015. Laquo; Previous Post. Next Post ». 3 thoughts on “ Timmy. February 19, 2015 at 7:37 PM. I don’t know why but this made me smile. Very nice writing style. February 19, 2015 at 7:40 PM. Why, thank you! It’s dedicated to my former hair stylist, whose cellphone number I seem to have lost. February 19, 2015 at 7:42 PM. Leave a Reply x.
It’s a secret between us and the woods | Amy Lauren Turk
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A book is simply the container of an idea, like a bottle; what is inside the book is what matters. -Angela Carter. Work Experience at World Challenge. It’s a secret between us and the woods. Posted in Short Stories. Animals aren’t the only things that hide in the woods. Rosie and James, both stuck in a loveless marriage trying to find an escape As their marriages begin to break, they find themselves drawn towards the woods. A dark romance set in the woods, will they escape? Oh Hi, I wondered whether you ...
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DecemberMisled (>>>) | DeviantArt
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Decembermist's Blog
October 27, 2014. 8220;What did you do for lunch? 8221; “Oh, I had a salad downstairs” “Oh, alone? 8221; “Erm…. yes.”. Why does our culture constantly place a taboo on being ‘alone’? I just don’t get why there is an instant look of pity that follows such a conversation…. Because it is fun. I saw two pieces of change recently –. 1 A cafe in Chinatown called ‘The Study’ that very thoughtfully left a book on each table and implicitly encouraging ‘loners’. 2 This lovely quote from the Art of Loving. While cu...
December Mom | Welcome to a glimpse of my world
Welcome to a glimpse of my world. Skip to primary content. Skip to secondary content. I get about 3 things done a day. September 22, 2011. 1) i feed myself, my children, and sometimes my husband and father. 2) i play with my children(kind of newborns don’t play much and with two newborns i have such little time to play with my 4 year ld :(. 3) i get everyone (the twins, riley, and myself) to sleep. Every so often i fit in some house cleaning, errand running, and baths for the kids or shower for myself.
December Moms | Holiday Recipe Share
Middot; Tagged with Butter. National Trust for Places of Historic Interest or Natural Beauty. Printable Letter to Santa. Because my son’s birthday is just around the corner (2 weeks! We have been talking a lot about toys. While dropping him off for school today I promised we’d do a list for santa. I went looking for a printable and stumbled on this one. Well I didn’t want to pay $5 for it, so … Continue reading →. Filed under Comfort Food. Mexican “Rice”. Middot; Tagged with Black pepper. Well, silly me!
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december's monologue | Creative writing, quotes, and random thoughts all by me
Creative writing, quotes, and random thoughts all by me. August 12, 2015. He is made of yesterday’s tears. And tomorrow’s fears. Past pains haunt him. They keep him at bay. He doesn’t understand why they won’t go away. Just let it go he recites. Trying to move forward with all his might. But still they creep into his present. All the memories that he’s grown to resent. He is made of yesterday’s tears. As he works his way through all his fears. Posted in character portrait. August 11, 2015. August 11, 2015.
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December’s Indian Moon. Set in the winter of 1878 on the open prairie of western Nebraska. During a fierce blizzard, a patrol of US Calvary finds itself facing challenges other than just Mother Nature’s winter wrath. His decision will expose he and his men to more dangers than just the brutal winter weather. Before it is over, the fate of three nations and thousands of lives will hang in the balance. An action packed thriller, December Moon explores the very real crisis of the Cheyenne exodus of 1878 fro...
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Blog de decembermoon - to the moon and back ☽ - Skyrock.com
Mot de passe :. J'ai oublié mon mot de passe. To the moon and back ☽. Mise à jour :. Abonne-toi à mon blog! Et cette nouvelle, ce n'est pas mon histoire, mais ton histoire. Nouvelle dédié à Amy. Cette histoire se composera de 5 (ou 10) fragments.(à déterminer). 65279;Je commencerai à poster l'histoire quand elle sera écrite en intégralité, ou au moins la moitié. Ce qui ne sera tarder. 65279;Cette fiction était resté bien encré dans mon esprit, et je dirais que grâce à Pauline. Elle peut enfin voir le jour.
