* Mood: Agony
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I ache to look at you speak flowers.I long to brace you and we’ll shatter into feathers. A playful kid threw a giant paper airplane
above us.
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Maybe, there are no seas under your sky. And maybe, maybe you got tired of flying my kites.
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DO YOU MISS HIM/HER/THEM?
DO YOU MISS YOUR SELF?
DO YOU MISS BEING THE WORLD FOR SOMEONE?
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by: klit-shy. deviantArt.
photo: me.
tinay! I've read your journal and it's the coolest! your words speaks every photographer's thoughts - the zest for and interest in life. reliving moments. once again, thank you for using one of my photos. I love your writings. actually, I envy it... you truly are gifted.
and at the end of this journey, my wonderful story begins...
2 comments:
maiiiiii! minyo ta soon ;) ah, we mutually like each other's pieces. it's an honor to have these eyes to see and adore your stills. i won't get tired of writing from the inspiration of your artworks.
*smiles*
idol gud.hehe!
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