

Het geheim van de smidEen zilveren pijl, sierlijk en vakbekwaam herrozen, vanuit een donkere warme broedplaats, voor elegantie en gratie, als het had gekozen, scheidt het letterlijk en figuurlijk, willekeurig melaats. Onderworpen aan de wetten der natuur, vervolgt het zijn weg, waar het kan gaan, tot een samenloop van omstandigheden, en ophoping van mathematische formules, of een simpele heg, de voortgang onderbreken en het tot z'n recht brengen, het verleden.Het geheim van de smid


Pixies around your headSomewhere between the trees and the fog,Pixies around your head
the wet illuminating moss,
I can only focus on the rotten deceased log,
to be honest, my entire life is built around your loss.
As I walk on, further into the woods,
my footsteps sink into the mud,
every step I make, changes your mood,
the missiles you fire are all duds.
Can't you see I'm struggling with myself,
I'm more scared than I ever been,
love's not the same as it was when we were twelve,
but it's your life and I picture myself somewhere in between.


So much moreIf putting flowers in my hair could be an approved spare time thing, then I'd be withheld by the things that never could stop you. Somewhere, I still think, that there could have been so much more, than a row of excuses for the fake persons that we hold inside. You have no idea how much I long for windy days to airborne my kite, so I can steer it along the waves of the sky and sail it into the night. Summertime cliches never were enough for you, you needed so much more, and I'm hopping along, jumping from one of your thoughts to another, in ecstasy.So much more


International correspondentsFalling backwards into the ocean, little fish came to watch upon me, as I serenade the silent words, chanted into songs of broken hearts. I can't get the line off, it's haunting me through the night, when the day handed the victory, to the pale man and his emotionless face. Your words about lack of time and peace, are holding me down, in the light, where I slowly dissolve in, those evil beams of our beloved sun. Funny how certain miscommunications, are so painfully elaborated, that we can not laugh with our face, but through the cracks in our hearts. &nbInternational correspondents
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Ah, pillow gun. Where danger and comfort meet. Two hundred thread count, meet two hundred dead count.
Hogwarts Live!
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It's 14th March which means it's your special day. Hoping you have a fantastic birthday, get some nice gifts and generally get to enjoy it lots.
All the best and much love from the birthdays team to you
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Comment, to get comments.
Share your kindness, not your hate.
Love the art, before yourself.
Meditate on this.
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- We don't stand a whelks chance in a supernova...
It wasn't that you did not like my "fairy" that made me decide to "whateveryoumaycallitbutit'snotabanfromm ylife."
It was your extreme arrogance that did it. I simply showed it to you, I didn't ask you to blatantly say
"Hofuck that sucks now here is some "REAL" art nerenrenr ;throws pixelart in Meg's face;
I couldn't care less what you think of my art. Not everyone has to like everything.
If you would like to talk, my email's on my dev.art page.
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You're the wave, you're the wave, you're the wave.
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5crew|__________________I have every fucking right to HATE you.
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I'm a Narutard. A new class of anime freak who drives her friends away by talking of nothing but Naruto.
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