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Feathertips - BedsideBedsideFeathertips - Bedside
“Do you think,” she asks, smiling as the light grows ever dim “that when this all is over, I will go to him?”
“Yes,” they tell her, “yes, you shall meet once more. And the meeting will be joyful In the light of heaven’s door.”
“Do you think,” she asks, coughing and blood stains virgin white “I won’t just disappear in the darkness of the night?”
“No,” they tell her, “no, your soul will carry on. And you shall have a new life when
On Love, In DistanceDear Eve,On Love, In Distance
I wish I could blame this on alcohol. I wish I could blame this on drugs. I wish I could blame this on the media and violent videogames and ignorant music like what your little brother listens to.
And I don’t know how seriously you take my words,
But the truth is I can only blame you and me (“us” I guess it could be called) for what we say and do and dance to and steal. Thick as thieves. In the thick of it. Thick skulled.
I think there would be no question about feelings if I spent even a minute more at your side on the couch, maybe just watching the news, the dog on
Oh No! No trousers!
dA Love
:'D Lawl.
HI!
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This signature makes you waste your time :3 have a nice day
im spying on people *shifty look*
harhar
=3
:3
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This signature makes you waste your time :3 have a nice day
XD
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"If you believe you can or you cannot, you will be correct" - Henry Ford.
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Help! I seem to have lost my signature! D:
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