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titsay
EXPECTATIONS
Sweet Seals For You, Always
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art blog(derogatory)
Monterey Bay Aquarium
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@bythesoundingsea
Throbbing disrupts thoughts. Light pierces, Sound stings. Anguish. I want to escape. A cool, quiet, dark place. Take me, sweet sleep. Death seems a friend. An enemy yesterday. Now comfort and relief. I see no light, no tunnel. Edges soften, blur. Pain's threshold starts to slip. My body turns to mist. All around is dark and cold. I take my final rest. Goodbye short youth. Eternity beckons, softly cooing. Ready, I accept the call.
New dress with seams inspired by late Victorian fashion and lace covered cut-outs :) For all about my designs, see: www.somniaromantica.com ^^
The beach near my home in Victoria, BC.
When did the morning get so hard. A statement not a question.
I sit, look through the dirty glass; My life has no direction.
A window can show many things; Others lives, others dreams.
People can see through the glass Notice only water, sea.
For I am lost and drifting far, Currents push me in and out.
When does swimming turn to drowning? Surviving now I start to doubt.
Actually went outside today. Yes, it was because of PoGo. Regardless, I felt I looked good~
Quiet. As quiet as the city can be; Cars, people, birds. But Quiet. Quiet. Sitting by a fountain; Water bubbles down. But Quiet. Then Change. Loud. Overwhelming crowd; Phones out, faces down. So Loud. Loud. As loud as the city can be; Cars, people, birds. So Loud.
Welcome our newest fictional.
So glad to be here!~
~Buffy
“Psyche in the Temple of Love” (1882) (detail) by Sir Edward John Poynter (1836-1919).
Midsummer Night’s Dream, Act II Scene I. (A Wood near Athens.)
PRAY FOR NICE
RIP beautiful angels
Ernest Quost
“Morning Flowers” (1885)
cliff walk at pourville (details) - claude monet
She lived too little She loved too much She fell on the stairs She was in a rush The maid in the 'well Screamed as from Hell And they tumbled together Forever and ever
