Someday I will Soar.
TiredHave been extremely busy with school, haven't had much time to relax between making things for art assignment + several others in various subjects.
Will be more proactive in September holidays, I swear.
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breatheI met her when I was seventeen. I remember, it was third period on Thursday, Maths. I couldn't not notice her. She walked in slowly, dark hair and gray-green eyes. They reminded me of the sea. I fucking hate the sea. She sat next to me at the back of the class and started drawing. I could smell her hair. I'm not sure if it was her perfume or her shampoo, but it was immediately 'her' smell. It was soft and earthy, the kind of smell that fills your nostrils with the image of a park after a thunder storm. I couldn't concentrate, so I tried to talk to her. "What's the formula for a circle?" Her scribbling stopped, she turned her head towards me,breathe
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- Interests: writing. drawing. photography.
- Favourite movie: Fried Green Tomatoes.
- Favourite poet or writer: T.S. Elliot.
- Favourite photographer: Lara Jade.
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you have such amazing photography skills + very photogenic
teach me hahaha kidding (:
i can't teach enyone cuz i'm did it bad
thank you!
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But wishing stars,
and little men from mars.
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" ...he's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same, and Linton's is as different as a moonbeam from lightning, or frost from fire."
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i like to
put haikus where they
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