Nov 7, 2013
I'm tired.
This baby is pretty draining, but I’m glad he’s sleeping.
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I'm tired.
This baby is pretty draining, but I’m glad he’s sleeping.
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Mason held onto the little baby boy, bouncing him slightly as he eyed the shelves of baby food. Being a father was harder than he had originally thought, especially a basic single father. He read all the labels with his tired eyes, and decided on an all natural formula. He paid of it and then began to make his way back to his house. Lincoln whined and started to cry in his arms, so he calmed the baby down until he was asleep.
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"I could stay awake just to hear you breathing Watch you smile while you are sleeping While you’re far away and dreaming I could spend my life in this sweet surrender I could stay lost in this moment forever Very moment spent with you is a moment I treasure
Don’t wanna close my eyes I don’t wanna fall asleep ‘Cause I’d miss you, baby And I don’t wanna miss a thing.” Mason sang softly.
I love Christmas.
It's always so bright and cheery outside.
France was breathtaking.
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Ezra stood at the edge of the forest, having ignoring all warnings of dangers lurking inside. Though he knew it was dangerous, he was still tempted to visit the borders. He ran his paint brush over the blank canvas, filling it with lovely colors. He heard someone behind him, and he refused to pull his gaze from the scenery unfolding on the white background. “Can I help you?” He questioned, trying to figure out who might be so close to him.
Making another dinner.
Anyone care to join me? I swear it’s good.
Wandering ll open
Lacey walked down the barren streets of Beacon, the street lights barely illuminating the sidewalk. She kicked a pebble with her foot as she pondered her life of complete solitude. It was true that she had friends, but they only seemed to show up when they needed something from her. She was alone in her own right, and wished she wasn’t. Lacey couldn’t explain her feeling to anyone though, in fear they might see her as weak or as a nuisance. But she wasn’t either, though she would never see it. As she walked, she began to hear footsteps behind her, yet she tried to ignore them. Confrontation wasn’t on her agenda.