

Jolly Old Saint NickA jolly figure dressed in red and white. Who is this man? Of course he's Santa Claus! He is the man who brings all the guffaws. The kids try to sleep in the dead of night, But they're listening for his Christmas flight. The reindeer rustle with their bells and paws As Santa fills the stockings, then withdraws. He brings joy, laughter, and hope with his might. When I learned Santa's presents were from dad,Jolly Old Saint Nick
The hopes and dreams of childhood were all dead. The cheerful reindeer are no longer glad, And I will never see the man in red.
However, now St. Nick's myth is not sad


Deep RegretOh, my poor son did you not hear? I warned you to not go near the brilliantly shining sun.Deep Regret
The sun that warms the earth surely melted the wax. This led to the terrible climax which caused you to come tumbling to earth.
Oh, dear son of mine. Why were we so foolish? This feathery creation led to such anguish when you flew into the skyline.
I am so sorry precious boy, This was never meant to go astray. Now I have caused everyone much dismay. I never meant to destroy.
Octopus
Magic night

emotions with longer names“Why are you holding a camera?” Her eyes flickered to look at his. She possessed no poker face—her discomfort made him smile, even now.emotions with longer names
“I don’t know,” replied a disembodied voice. The sound of his words made his heart beat faster, made the memories come rushing back in some horrific nightmarish image of a carnival ride.
She displayed her white teeth to him in an awkward smile, the flashing red light reflected in her eyes. They weren’t looking at the camera—they were looking at him.
“Talk to me,” he said, loving to film the shape of her face in all that silence but knowing her awkward quirks.  


memories.my mind replays memories of us each night, andmemories.
i am lost, lost
lost
in the shadows of your eyes, the curve of your almost-smiles, the lullabies in your voice, the sound of your footsteps.
don't wake me up just yet.
.
i told you that i would change, that i'd paint the sky violet for you, that i would
miss you, and i could
catch you a rainbow, or a heart beat, or star, or a smile, or whatever you want,
but 'whatever you want' was not me, and
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"Writers aren't exactly people...they're a whole lot of people trying to be one person." --F. Scott Fitzgerald.
"Writing is a socially acceptable form of schizophrenia." --E.L. Doctorow.
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"Writers aren't exactly people...they're a whole lot of people trying to be one person." --F. Scott Fitzgerald.
"Writing is a socially acceptable form of schizophrenia." --E.L. Doctorow.
it is really cool!
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I am strong because I am weak. I am beautiful because I know my flaws. I am a lover because I am a fighter. I am fearless because I have been afraid. I am wise because I have been foolish. And I can laugh because I\'ve known sadness.
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My art account [link]
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I am strong because I am weak. I am beautiful because I know my flaws. I am a lover because I am a fighter. I am fearless because I have been afraid. I am wise because I have been foolish. And I can laugh because I\'ve known sadness.
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"Writers aren't exactly people...they're a whole lot of people trying to be one person." --F. Scott Fitzgerald.
"Writing is a socially acceptable form of schizophrenia." --E.L. Doctorow.
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I am strong because I am weak. I am beautiful because I know my flaws. I am a lover because I am a fighter. I am fearless because I have been afraid. I am wise because I have been foolish. And I can laugh because I\'ve known sadness.
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in the end, it's not going to matter how many breaths you took, but how many moments took your breath away <3
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Everyone is beautiful if you squint a bit.
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in the end, it's not going to matter how many breaths you took, but how many moments took your breath away <3
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