

Internal truth.I've tried to getInternal truth.
out- side
myself,
But it's so very
 


Days Like These.It's a beautiful day - candyfloss clouds puffed across the pale blue sky, shading and shifting seemingly at will. They speak of freedom, of change - can't you hear it?Days Like These.
Oh! How I wish I could capture the essence of a day like this, to keep with me always; not frozen and stuck as a keepsake, but its shimmering, hopeful, breathing essence. This kind of day is surely the posessor of the greatest kind of magic; it glistens with the certainty of possibility. It is a gift of opportunity, as fleeting as the shafts of sunlight that dance across the faces of those lucky enough to be young and impulsive, with all their futures before them.
by ~ketsueki-karasu
by ~lostgirl
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''I just spent twenty minutes looking for my paintbrush, before I remembered I left it in the bathroom. It was in the little toothbrush-holder cup thingy.''
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''I just spent twenty minutes looking for my paintbrush, before I remembered I left it in the bathroom. It was in the little toothbrush-holder cup thingy.''
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is gone
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Last Chance to Evacuate Planet Earth Before It Is Recycled
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every sky is blue - but not for me, not for you...
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