hi!! could you do an heir of rage stimboard ?? :3
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3833< Oki 383!
B33< Heir of rage stimboard w purple, painting, magic, and destruction stims!
(3833< "He thought school was for one day only he MAD" ahh classpect/J)
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hi!! could you do an heir of rage stimboard ?? :3
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3833< Oki 383!
B33< Heir of rage stimboard w purple, painting, magic, and destruction stims!
(3833< "He thought school was for one day only he MAD" ahh classpect/J)
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The Waking of the Night
The gardens passed me by. Dog roses waved at me and tulips nodded their heads while rich perfume drifted from their golden petals . Colossal hands with chunky wrists rose from the ground and froze there, while the silky twilight air weaved through the fingers, then draped across my body. Outskirts of the sky were highlighted with emerald green but only a few stars lit the sky as the abhorrent pollution chased them away; the tang of petrol still resided on my plain clothes. The midnight sun faintly lit my path and painted my hair in a ghostly glow. My footsteps echoing on the ground were nothing compared to the leaves of bushes, softly whispering and dancing the night away. Further along the path lay an elaborate cluster of flowers flipping their hair at me. They taunted me with their musky scents and danced to the invisible rhythm of the silent beat of nature. Only then did I realise that although daytime was lively enough, the world of the night teemed with life.
Quesqu'on pourra trouvé sur le blog ??
- Des photos des maquillages que je réalise sur moi et sur les autres !
- Des swatchs de certaines palettes ( en vidéos ou photos )
- Mon avis sur différents produits maquillage , cosmétiques , soins ect..
- Des revue complètes sur des produit !
Wolfpack-Denmother
Eleven young wolves race around the feet of one adult female. She easily picks them up by pairs and carries them into the cavern that serves as their den. The pups try to escape without her noticing but she barks once or twice and they retreat back into the cavern as she gathers the others. Once everyone is inside she curls up at the entrance to the cavern and watches the pups as they play within the sanctity of their den. She keeps them from hurting each other and doing things they shouldn’t with quiet, affectionate, ferocity that none of them dare argue with. Soon the sun dips below the horizon and they pups begin to fall asleep. The female sits by the door and waits for the pack to return.
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This is a general idea of what I do on a regular basis. I am the second oldest of 13 children and I am often the default babysitter. I’ve developed some attributes from watching my siblings that have caused a friend of mine to refer to me as ferocious and wolf like, so I figure the wolfpack-denmother is appropriate to describe me right now. It may change in a couple months/years when that changes a bit, but until then that’s who I am.
Meanwhile, on social networking profiles...
Everyone else: I'm shy at first but when you get to know me I'm super outgoing/loud/crazy/fun
Me: I'm shy at first but when you get to know me I become more awkward and paranoid and will probably never speak to you again in fear of creeping you out sorry