February 2012
Feb 20th
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Feb 20th
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Feb 19th
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Feb 19th
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Feb 19th
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Feb 19th
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Feb 18th
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Feb 18th
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Feb 18th
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Feb 17th
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Feb 17th
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Feb 17th
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“The moon likes secrets. And secret things. She lets mysteries bleed into her...”
– Charles de Lint (via sageandrosemary )
Feb 17th
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Feb 16th
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Feb 16th
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Feb 16th
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Anonymous asked: In that case, can we be friends? :]
Feb 16th
Anonymous asked: Are you the type who has a lot of friends at school or are you the private-timid type? :]
Feb 16th
“My words are like a ship, and the sea is their meaning. come to me and I will...”
– Rumi (via themagnificentsoil )
Feb 16th
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Feb 16th
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Feb 15th
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Feb 15th
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Anonymous asked: Sorry if it took me awhile to reply. Could I invite you for coffee? or tea if you want. Both are nice. We could stay inside the cafe or go some place quiet. We could watch the night sky if you want, we could do some small chats here and there or sit in silence. I hope its comfortable silence though.
Feb 15th
Feb 14th
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Anonymous asked: Whale you be my Valentine?
Feb 13th
Feb 13th
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Feb 13th
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Feb 10th
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Feb 10th
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Feb 10th
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Feb 10th
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Feb 10th
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Feb 8th
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Feb 6th
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Feb 6th
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Feb 5th
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Feb 5th
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Feb 5th
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Feb 2nd
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Feb 1st
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Feb 1st
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A little girl had a pink balloon. She took it wherever she went. It made her happy and it made her feel less alone. You see, there were very mean people where she was so she stayed with the balloon. You’ll see her in the park every day, parading her balloon wherever she went. It slowly deflated  day after day and she would have tears in her eyes. She would blow on it  so that it wouldn’t...
Feb 1st
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The Dream Factory ♥: A little girl had a pink... →
thunderpopcola: A little girl had a pink balloon. She took it wherever she went. It made her happy and it made her feel less alone. You see, there were very mean people where she was so she stayed with the balloon. You’ll see her in the park every day, parading her balloon wherever she went. It slowly deflated
Feb 1st
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“The day I’m killed, my killer, rifling through my pockets, will find travel...”
Feb 1st
Feb 1st
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Feb 1st
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January 2012
Jan 31st
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