I'll be in cali in 4 days ..
From the 11th to the 26th.
I haz a acited.
I'll be around the ontario area for the first week
then about an hour north of there for the second.
Find me.. i could be a once in a lifetime chance
and now for some random words people put into sentences :
"My grandfather always said that living is like licking honey off a thorn." ...Louis Adamic
Ingrid Bergmen
A kiss is a lovely trick, designed by nature, to stop words when speech becomes superfluous.
And now some Poe
ALONE
From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.
Then- in my childhood, in the dawn
Of a most stormy life- was drawn
From every depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that round me rolled
In its autumn tint of gold,
From the lightning in the sky
As it passed me flying by,
From the thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.
From the 11th to the 26th.
I haz a acited.
I'll be around the ontario area for the first week
then about an hour north of there for the second.
Find me.. i could be a once in a lifetime chance
and now for some random words people put into sentences :
"My grandfather always said that living is like licking honey off a thorn." ...Louis Adamic
Ingrid Bergmen
A kiss is a lovely trick, designed by nature, to stop words when speech becomes superfluous.
And now some Poe
ALONE
From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.
Then- in my childhood, in the dawn
Of a most stormy life- was drawn
From every depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that round me rolled
In its autumn tint of gold,
From the lightning in the sky
As it passed me flying by,
From the thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.
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kimkat:
Happy birthday Malface!!!!!
prospera:
luzz <33