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one life to live and love: About Me
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I am Swikruti Mishra,a biotechnology student in KIIT University,Bhubaneswar. I am a voracious traveller,big time foodie,part-time blogger, ocassional painter and a cyberflaneur. Creative arts,shell collection,novels are some of my getaways when life becomes dull. My life motto is simple: Follow your dreams. and I don't look back ,unless there's a good view! This blog is all about my random thoughts,whimsical expressions and abstract emotions. Hope you have a good read. :). Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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one life to live and love: March 2012
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Thursday, 8 March 2012. This is a story , I remember my mom's telling me last year this day and also I came across this story a magazine. She recalls the day of her marriage. She was young, only 18, but excited. Her husband had promised her to take to the citysome day, but that day never came. Parvathi's husband was a city bus conductor. The news came that the bus had met with an accident and the conductor had died. Will this be the end then? She thought. She was just 18, she wanted to see the world.
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fainting fiercely.: dead or alive
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I rather prefer the notion of a Schroedinger's cat type of situation wherein you are the cat. I will probably never open the box, but I like knowing that I can. My mother fucked Mick Jagger. The world from my window. Out on a limb in a post-Brexit landscape. Tangga Lagu Barat Terbaru Dan Terpopuler 2016. The Wood Between My Worlds. Because laughter isn't only the best medicine, it is also the best disguise. Living Room Design Ideas. There will always be some wine. Owl in the dark. Rolling in veiled mist.
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fainting fiercely.: foiled
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Tracing an infinity sign onto the palm of my hand doesn't mean this moment will last forever. Remember when Jackson called this his home? It wasn't really. He never should have confused a momentarily comfortable spot on Earth with the one place that would forever call his name: the singular place that exists as a conduit to everything and everywhere else. And anyway, infinity is infinite. It is more than the most, and greater than the greatest. It is the idea that there isn't any such thing as all.
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one life to live and love: Twisted Grand-grand-grandson of PRINCE CHARMING
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Saturday, 25 August 2012. Twisted Grand-grand-grandson of PRINCE CHARMING. In the end, becoming a vampire allows the teenager to experience power. "Vampire genre allows the protagonist to be both the author of her own destiny and the victim of forces beyond her control. It allows women to have it both ways – strong and vulnerable to the darker forces.". 25 August 2012 at 07:22. Thats grt one dear. keep up gud wrk. 25 August 2012 at 07:43. Thanx :) keep reading. 25 August 2012 at 19:33. The Glow of Dawn!
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*My darling solitude*: January 2014
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My New Year's resolutions, unedited:. 1) Letting people know I'm alive by writing here more often. 2) Writing about the things that really matter, about the people and the things I care about and that make me want to be a better person. 3) Never forgetting that things and people can change, even I. I love all of you so very much. Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Los Angeles, California. I'm the one they call S. View my complete profile. 3 things to watch 001. My mother fucked Mick Jagger-.
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*My darling solitude*: April 2013
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Where will we go? Avy left but it's alright, sometimes I think I love her more when we're apart. There are moments when I wonder how much she really needs me but deep down I know that she does. She's the sort of person I trust in, always, she doesn't have to say much for me to know what she's thinking and feeling. Where would you go if nothing could stop you? Links to this post. In which she sits on a couch. So I'll be alone again, even though I have Elise. It's not the same, she doesn't know me like...
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fainting fiercely.: astral
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Time slips by noticeably unnoticed, as I have ceased to mark it. There is always more (until there isn't, but then why would I care? And you are all feeling the same way it would seem, because everyone has gone on hiatus or slipped into the ether or fallen away thinking no one is really listening anyway. But I have been waiting, aching, pacing the room, listening intently for your swift return. Projecting, most likely. Labels: love and nightmares. My mother fucked Mick Jagger. The world from my window.
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one life to live and love: August 2013
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Tuesday, 6 August 2013. The Realm Of Opposites. In a world so clear,. There lies some stains. The stains of dirt of hearts. In a world so beautiful,. There live some beasts. The beasts of art of mind. In this world full of life,. The death comes everywhere welcomed or not. In our body of purity,. The impurity of demonic over angelic. With a world like this with angels and demons,. I find out my way on a lonely road. A road stretched far untold,. To seek existence and warmth in this cold. The Glow of Dawn!
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one life to live and love: Those lovely Old days...
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Friday, 18 January 2013. Those lovely Old days. Childhood faded away,. To a far away land,. Simple, so simple were we,. Days of Play,. Going our Way,. Having fun, no care,. For another day,. Time for us stood still,. Playing king of the hill. Thinking of another day,. Summer time was fine,. When friends were kind,. Swiming holes were filled,. Our hearts were thrilled. To a time that makes me sway. Many years have passed away,. Since childhood faded to another day,. Childhood Faded to places,.
