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She calls them home

Letters are such beautiful homes. They are almost an extension of her thoughts and of the uncharted worlds of her being.. none but only she could be their architect and their mason..  

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Some write...

Some write for self

Some write to send out a message

Some write for someone

Some write because of someone

Some write to make others feel guilty… 93 more words


The Silence 

The silence caressed her skin like a cool summer breeze, soothing her soul, taking away her jagged edges.
The silence made her blood as cold as the air that crept through the window. 115 more words



i’ve been done with school for a while now, but i still can’t believe i have an alumni license frame on my car!

it doesn’t help that people think i’m still in high school either..


On Youth

A reminder for me to guard and cherish the child within. Yesterday was probably the first time I felt really bad when someone told me that I looked like an undergrad. 238 more words


Small drawings

Tonight I’m just drawing a few small ones, I’m really to tired…

It’s fun making sketches for a new header, I have also drawn a few heads with different faces and characters to my childrens book. 56 more words



via Daily Prompt: Adrift

We were adrift, floating in the macrocosm

When the astral collided in the empyrean, a glitzing sight

I was blinded, I could never again see your light.