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Tourmaline forest begins it's life

In our school we're going in our time machine waaaay back to the time when dinosaurs ruled the Earth!

From the story "Untitled" by Thunderbee. Read it on Backspaces.

From the story "Spring" by Thunderbee. Read it on Backspaces.

[ the space between reality ] like static attraction becomes her the pull… oh the pull silent words immersed in sweet saliva she talks in expressions her mirror is unique and very confident but her flesh is torn between here and there her minions run her errands there but here she is the worker bee trying to make ends meet like static freedom entices her into the place where she can dance the place where she can be free the pull…oh the pull Edit of my picture by @twinning_intentions What a long beautiful trip it's been. Yet a fleeting glimpse in the whole of time. You stand out and are cherished. Thank you

I dreamed he loved me

If I Was Dead by Carol Ann Duffy If I was dead, and my bones adrift like dropped oars in the deep, turning earth; . or drowned, and my skull a listening shell on the dark ocean bed; . if I was dead, and my heart soft mulch for a red, red rose; . or burned, and my body a fistful of grit, thrown in the face of the wind; . if I was dead, and my eyes, blind at the roots of flowers, wept into nothing, . I swear your love would raise me out of my grave, in my flesh and blood, . like Lazarus; hungry for this, and this, and this, your living kiss. @a_post_of_arts__

Fairies photographed by professor John Hyatt “But there are stranger things in life than fairies, and life grows everywhere. “I don’t believe they are just smaller versions of us and go home and have a cup of tea at the end of the day. “And one is suggesting they have any special powers. “From my experience they were just enjoying themselves and there was a little dance in the sunlight going on. “They are just beautiful pictures and beauty can make people believe.” The exhibition, called Rossendale Fairies, will be on show at The Whitaker Museum in Whitaker Park in Rossendale, throughout the spring.

He really liked her blind He'd sneak up from behind And run his finger down her spine Say, "It's fine" Though headlines shouted, "Final!" Pigs would fly Cities turned to powder shrines He'd keep her dark brown eyes in brine And she'd be happy Swimming underwater, safe! Looking for some seaweed She could bake and make a meal for two A Tokyo stew, and though he knew She'd never do it He never told her He'd never ever tell her

Tastes like sunset

Stalker Covenant lyrics in transit you pass among the strangers of the world paying tribute to the thief who stole away your shadow you look into the bedrock and listen to the bells calling liquid lust call for solid white I see the stalker in your face the secrets of your skin I keep the wisdom that you need the password that you want I feel the stalker in your mind the fire in you veins no hope to be released I'm a multitude of travels to the other side through the broken wall I saw your fellow man to the west of the horizon there's a bitter wind and if you try you sense the smell of your face for you found the keyhole but lost your backbone no courage left to join the march of endless time you saw the sleep of habit on those who walk in trance to their catatonic aimless lives so let them start the engine grinding mountain dust and reproduce your ego too much is not enough you dig holes through the earth to meet the king of worms to steal away his wisdom and learn to decompose you chant like fifty indians to charm the prince of eagles to learn the art of seeing and the tongue of the winds so don't you try to fool me for I watch your every move we are kindred spirits like two voices in the wild Edit by @give_n_receive Thank you beautiful

LETRA 'ENTREGA DE AMOR' Estamos en lugar prohibido en busca de experimentar donde se hace el pecado del amor y el tiempo nos hace esperar. Te miro, y me miras amor te pregunto en que piensas y me dices en ti y en mi Veo que te sueltas el pelo mirándote al espejo mirándote a los ojos. Una mirada entregada en un tiempo Sin tiempo y un semblante hermoso. Y me dices, he pensado mucho en ti, te he soñado tanto aquí que no imagine, que iba a ser así la entrega de mi amor, hacia ti. Estamos en lugar prohibido en busca de experimentar donde se hace el pecado del amor y el tiempo nos hace esperar. Te miro, y me miras amor te pregunto en que piensas y me dices en ti y en mi Veo que te sueltas el pelo mirándote al espejo mirándote a los ojos. Una mirada entregada en un tiempo Sin tiempo y un semblante hermoso. Y me dices, he pensado mucho en ti, te he soñado tanto aquí que no imagine, que iba a ser así la entrega de mi amor, hacia ti. Los Angeles Azules

He's been hanging around again

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