Oh, deviantart, my summer cabin. How could I ever pretend I didn't have time to be here?


Bits of Glassstuff I wrote a while ago.... (a * means the start of a new piece)Bits of Glass
* If one were to peer into her face, One might say she is unequivocally dead Or rather, refusing to exist. You reach out to touch her
To confirm what you see. Or ask her a question, As she reaches for you.
* Their world was as a Dresden doll; beautiful and fragile as the spiders web. Diaphanous smiles that cut to the heart. With red silk and toe shoes that pave their road to hell.
* Only dark; breathing Red lines Cascade Sad charade And the
Solo para que recuerdes, el Español és un idioma mucho parecido con el Portugués... Portanto, estás a algunos pasos cerca de portugués - un idioma muy hermoso ^^
My friend, long time no see.. How things are going there?
Abraços!
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I have not talked to you recently on here. It makes me very sad. i do miss your lovely commentary. Then again I understand that you must be very busy at school and with work. i just want you to know my deviantart misses you. Okay, BYEEEE
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U think I can't fly?
I has arts, you should look
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Add scientology, pharmaceuticals, and one fetus; shake vigorously and consume immediately
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Gallery = [link]
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U think I can't fly?
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