Youre one of those people who sketch out a map to paradise and then feed it to the hungry maw of their paper shredders
just because they feel lost today.
Ill make you believe in a tomorrow and then well hack our way out of the jungle when the sun comes up.
Youre like a goddess whose mirror is blurred, and unable to recognize the strange-faced beauty shining back, you throw it away.
Did you know that the canvas of the Mona Lisa was painted with several other portraits before the last? And do you think Leonardo ever regretted covering them up?
Youre like an artist with the way youre never good enough. No one ever knows which comes first, the troubled souls or the need to paint and type and scream them out, but every genius Ive ever known has been a bit unsteady on their feet.














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"Sweeping eggshells still at 3 A.M., we're trying far too hard. The tattered thought balloons above our heads, sinking in the weight of all we need to say. Why's and what if's have since long played out, left us short on happy endings..."
- Josh Groban
this is definitely too beautiful to be a scrap.
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"Where?"
"Oh, wherever men of my sort used to go, long ago. Wandering on paths that other men have not seen. Behind the sky. On the other side of the rain."
~Jonathan Strange & Mr. Norrell
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I am not afraid I was born to do this. - Joan of Arc
\"I cannot live without books.\" -Thomas Jefferson
\"Some people win wars, some people win hearts, I win radio contests.\"-My friend Max
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we are the kids who feel like dead ends...
~ProjectImprove
You're fantastic, dear.
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-//Always bending, till I break, fate is a cruel cruel thing.//-
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~La Belle Dame sans Merci~
...hope in but a grain of sand, is still hope.
I hold it safe within my hands;
With you, I'd like to share...
I've gone with paraverse as this is prosetry!
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Perin
Medrivar
Neva
Kesairl
Visit them at [link] when you read Gravedigger...Spade and Sorcery Fantasy for readers of...well, fantasy.
Christian Extremist and Proud...
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~Member of the 3eyes club! Inanely Inspired Insanity [link]~
We picked strawberry peaches
where fields smelled like lemon.
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