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and i come bearing photos, gifts and little asian babies.
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Western.Turning around in the sepia colored light, his face is still, shaded and horrendous. Mouth is open, frozen, ghosts stir and smoke wavers throughout the air. He looks sallow, sick, stretched and his eyes droop. The scream is long gone, but he still wants to die. In that black, long night, the streets turn dusty and seem lost in the world of miseries. He stands atop crushed fear and missing parts, like the vintage film of his life has been edited, cut out and misplaced. Her screams echo against the cracks along the ground, screaming his name over and over like a broken vinyl that can't stop spinning. It spins, spins out of control like some vicWestern.
by ~emoflavouredcupcake
FrozenOn an algid winter night, west winds blowing and blizzard brewing, he calls her. It's late. A bit too late, so moods are shattered. She's peeved and he's nervous, on the verge of a breakdown. It's been years.Frozen
And thus a sad love story begins between him and her. They meet. He sees her. He wants her. He loves her.
"I like you," he says, softly, ever so placidly.
Turning her face coldly, she waits a moment before powdering the snow with each weightless step. His heart wrenches, feeling battered, the life and love extracted. He holds a hand to his chest and inhales the crisp frost, waiting for her ech
by ~emoflavouredcupcake
Trompe l'oeil Tablo sits in his room every night. It’s dark, and cold, and a bit cluttered. Nonetheless, he sits on the rug in front of him, which still emits a musky scent, not to mention its dark stain from three years ago still clinging onto it. One of those nights, around two o’clock, the troubledTrompe l'oeil
writer looked around for inspiration. One, the bookshelf
Hemingway Salinger &nb
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DiscoveryIt’s when you sit at your desk until the early hours of the morning. It’s when your eyes are bloodshot but the tears are still pouring. The computer screen’s brightness is blinding but you have to sit there and type. You just have to type. You rub your sleepy eyes and the sting finally kicks in, your lids in searing pain, for only a moment. Only one moment. And you see it all. You see bright flashes of color and fountains of light. Words write themselves in fluorescent ink, and then, sentences, paragraphs. Inspiration. You hear the wailing, the weeping, the snoring, the sleeping.Discovery
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Of course you can translate it. Just add credit
they are very pretty.(:
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you lost the game.
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what? who says sarcasm doesnt work on the internet?
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ive listened to some of their music, and theyre not too bad.(:
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you lost the game.
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what? who says sarcasm doesnt work on the internet?
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Yay!
how are youuuuu?
i miss talking to you
remember me?
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sorry i'm very.. uninspired at the moment
how are YOU? (:
missed you too~
i finally updated my chapter
i've got to freakin finish this next one
pleaaaaase read it! i need feedback
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