| One of the portraits of November. More in Autumn Moods. |













To leaf your mess age take a blue quill, Nemo.
You don't mess with the quill?
Dodge this!
| One of the portraits of November. More in Autumn Moods. |
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There were mountains; there were valleys; there were streams. She climbed the mountains; roamed the valleys; sat on the banks of the streams. She likened the hills to ramparts, to the breasts of doves, and the flanks of kine. She compared the flowers to enamel and the turf to Turkey rugs worn thin. Trees were withered hags, and sheep were grey boulders. Everything, in fact, was something else. ~ from Orlando by Virginia Woolf |
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It's gogo, not cry cry - so go to my gallery ~thebjoernsons
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however far away i will always love you however
long i stay i will always love you whatever
words i say i will always love you i will always
love you
By The Cure
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Carpe diem
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* I'm living for today and
surviving for tomorrow. *
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( . .)
C(")(")
`~---Sarah-Jane---~`
Oh snap, crackle, and pop!
[thank you for my avatar `emmil <3]
If you don't like my peaches, don't shake my tree.
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~~marianne
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deviant art page: [link]
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...öte`den`beri`siz, öte beri siz...
thank you, thank you very much
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however far away i will always love you however
long i stay i will always love you whatever
words i say i will always love you i will always
love you
By The Cure
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