Eleyna and Halsin's happy ending <3 They created a safe haven for refugees and are raising children orphaned by the war. Everyone is relaxed and happy at last.
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Eleyna and Halsin's happy ending <3 They created a safe haven for refugees and are raising children orphaned by the war. Everyone is relaxed and happy at last.
ive sacrificed everything what the fuck is up kyle
🌹 "Rosenkranz" by ELEYNA is the kind of pop track that feels like a whispered confession in the middle of the night. With haunting vocals and moving lyrics, this one’s for the dreamers and feelers.
eleyna... did this several days ago as a warmup! she's a newer oc of mine. might adjust some of the colors on her outfit though...
Sponsoractie Ushersyndroom
Tim Schroeder, 36 jaar en woonachtig in Hoofddorp en zijn voormalig partner, Dahab El Ouardini, woonachtig in Haarlem zijn de trotse ouders van Eleyna. Eleyna is 5 jaar oud en zit op de Dreefschool te Haarlem. Tim en Dahab zijn een sponsoractie begonnen voor stichting Ushersyndroom. “Eleyna is de reden van dit schrijven. Onze dochter heeft namelijk het Ushersyndroom. Dit syndroom is een zeldzame…
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Day I: your best friend
Technically I don’t pick favorites when it comes to my friends, but I do have some special peeps I’d love to give a shout-out to. In alphabetical order to be fair…
Dear Chesley, (aka Cheez)
Oh the times we’ve had. You brightened 7th and 8th grade for me like the sun brightens the summer. As I never cease to remind you, I’ve written my CAHSEE essay and a world literature poem on you. I believe our beginnings stem from 7th grade, 3rd period, PE, Middleton. I honestly wouldn’t be the obnoxious and loud person who gets herself into doing stupid things I am today without a certain someone to show me that’s the way to live. Remember Yosemite nights in Curry Village, staying up contemplating life [and taking pictures of Neko muttering in her sleep]? Those moments will stay with me forever. I must say, I thought you were just another psycho who was unintentionally eccentric the first time I met you. But now, as you can see, I am now the eccentric psycho constantly thinking of you. I was the skeptic before but now you know I fully support you in your musical ventures. Can’t wait to see you on TV.
Dear Eleyna, (aka my sisterfromanothamister)
I thought I might tell you now that it wasn’t until after I moved that I considered you my best friend back at SMS. I was too embarrassed that you didn’t feel the same, but I guess it doesn’t matter anymore. I am forever grateful for your family practically adopting me as their own. I am so blessed to have shared my childhood/early adolescent years with you by my side. What kind of girl would I have turned out to be without the perpetual sleepovers, gossip, and videogames. Even the stupid arguments. Even our crazy siblings. I was a bit of a very pathetic case when I moved away in 2005. One day at my new school, as I was watching the other girls chatting away in their tight circles about the things we used to talk about and planning the sleepovers that we used to plan (or not plan), suddenly I broke down crying. I regret drifting away from you as 6th grade progressed. I guess, as I often do with things and people alike, took you for granted, thinking that somehow you would always be there. I’m glad we sort of got back in touch. Facebook or IM me.
Dear Jenice, (aka my most important pen pal)
Did you expect to be here? Hope you read the letter I gave you that last week of school. That’s all.
Dear Kimberly Ann (aka the crimson kim aka karnivorous kim aka egg)
I swear we’re like soulmates or something. I believe I wrote this in your yearbook. Down to our day-apart birthdays, our little mannerisms, our obsession with pho, and our inability to tolerate complainers because we are all blessed and everyone has issues, we are creepily alike. You saved me, whether you believe it or not, in freshman year when I was but a drifter. You have the charisma that I can only wish to have an essence of. I am inspired by the way you work so hard, the way you’re always spirited, the way you inadvertently challenge me to be a better person. Sniffsniff. And no, I don’t think you’re crazy (this coming from a crazy person) when you surprise me with your sudden bursts of philosophical questions. They make me think and prove you are much more than meets the eye—that you are beautiful inside and out. Sincere corniness aside, I am excited for our only classes largely because we have a decent chance of having them together (finally). See you then, and hopefully sooner.
Dear Nicole (aka Neko aka my true love)
So much to write. I think you already know the majority of what I would write here. Long story short, a certain someone had the guts to go up to the new loner emo kid and ask a simple innocent question that launched a timeless friendship that changed their lives forever. Or something like that. You will always be one of my most trusted confidantes and I really do value you as a friend. My heart chips away each day at Homestead knowing we must attend different schools. You are everything a true friend should be. You are more talented, more beautiful, and a better person you make yourself out to be. Can’t wait to hang out.
Dear Ryan (aka Rhino the Ryan aka the unicorn)
Last but not least. I think it’s freaking amazing of us to become so close in so little time. I’m surprised at myself for trusting you as quickly as I did just as you came to trust me. Thank you for putting up with me from the beginning. I admit I’m easily amused but you cease to make me smile. I am honored to have had the elefish and the squiraffe dedicated to me freshman year, inspired from our ridiculous deeply thought-provoking discussions on our walks from school. Somehow our brains just click in that strange way of theirs, and for that I am grateful. Every memory of us, curiously, always involves one of us posing a serious philosophical idea with us later ending up in hysterical laughter. Junior year is something I know we will manage together.
p.s. of course my leaf is large.
Love always,
Brenda