My Dears


The End of SomethingRain. He hated the rain. Every minute spent sitting in front of the window and staring at the droplets rapidly descend and strike the ground was a speeding bullet through his head. His doleful attitude had transformed the once white and cheerful room into a dull and gray surrounding. Everything that once brought joy to be viewed at was covered with white linen with dust slowly collecting into another cover; the rays of sunshine were blocked and guarded by the sheer curtains hanging in front of the glass planes. The room served no purpose to him anymore, except the bed and the chair he graced presently. Christian sat for an hour, blankly stariThe End of Something

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Images contaminate us like viruses.
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This is why I still ship Zutara...
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Currently Accepting Commissions!
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##what a romantic thing using airbrush !~##
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i draw as i am being..
\\~万能的模糊大神啊!~//
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"Is there something I've made you believe?"
How's life?
I got into a beauty pageant and I'm trying to raise $595 for it n__n;;, I really want the $10,000 scholarship prize if I win. And I'm writing a bunch of scholarship essays too.
How's life been for you, Chis?
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"Is there something I've made you believe?"
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