@ Andrea de Beaumenoir
HIBOUX : 408
Fays : 3315
What if I say I shall not wait ?
What if I burst the fleshly gate And pass, escaped, to thee ? What if I file this mortal off, See where it hurt me, —that ’s enough, — And wade in liberty ? They cannot take us any more. • E. Dickinson | (c)flotsam.
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@ Delilah de Vries
HIBOUX : 1093
Fays : 4887
“Hope” is the thing with feathers
I have no life but this, To lead it here; Nor any death, but lest Dispelled from there; Nor tie to earths to come, Nor action new, Except through this extent, The realm of you. — E. Dickinson | (c)flotsam.
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@ Andrea de Beaumenoir
HIBOUX : 408
Fays : 3315
What if I say I shall not wait ?
What if I burst the fleshly gate And pass, escaped, to thee ? What if I file this mortal off, See where it hurt me, —that ’s enough, — And wade in liberty ? They cannot take us any more. • E. Dickinson | (c)flotsam.
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@ Isla R. Darcy
HIBOUX : 338
Fays : 3186
There is no bad, there is no good, I drank every sky that I could, Made myself mythical, tried to be real, Saw the future in the face of a Daffodil
♛ by wiise
♛ by wiise
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@ Delilah de Vries
HIBOUX : 1093
Fays : 4887
“Hope” is the thing with feathers
I have no life but this, To lead it here; Nor any death, but lest Dispelled from there; Nor tie to earths to come, Nor action new, Except through this extent, The realm of you. — E. Dickinson | (c)flotsam.
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@ Isla R. Darcy
HIBOUX : 338
Fays : 3186
There is no bad, there is no good, I drank every sky that I could, Made myself mythical, tried to be real, Saw the future in the face of a Daffodil
♛ by wiise
♛ by wiise
me contacter
@ Andrea de Beaumenoir
HIBOUX : 408
Fays : 3315
What if I say I shall not wait ?
What if I burst the fleshly gate And pass, escaped, to thee ? What if I file this mortal off, See where it hurt me, —that ’s enough, — And wade in liberty ? They cannot take us any more. • E. Dickinson | (c)flotsam.
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@ Isla R. Darcy
HIBOUX : 338
Fays : 3186
There is no bad, there is no good, I drank every sky that I could, Made myself mythical, tried to be real, Saw the future in the face of a Daffodil
♛ by wiise
♛ by wiise
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@ Lynn Rosebury
HIBOUX : 545
Fays : 4176
Lynn Rosebury
There are wounds that never show on the body that are deeper and more hurtful than anything that bleeds.@laurell k. hamilton ≈ › alaska.
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@ Delilah de Vries
HIBOUX : 1093
Fays : 4887
“Hope” is the thing with feathers
I have no life but this, To lead it here; Nor any death, but lest Dispelled from there; Nor tie to earths to come, Nor action new, Except through this extent, The realm of you. — E. Dickinson | (c)flotsam.
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@ Isla R. Darcy
HIBOUX : 338
Fays : 3186
There is no bad, there is no good, I drank every sky that I could, Made myself mythical, tried to be real, Saw the future in the face of a Daffodil
♛ by wiise
♛ by wiise
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@ Lynn Rosebury
HIBOUX : 545
Fays : 4176
Comment ça c'est pas une humeur ?
Lynn Rosebury
There are wounds that never show on the body that are deeper and more hurtful than anything that bleeds.@laurell k. hamilton ≈ › alaska.
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@ Delilah de Vries
HIBOUX : 1093
Fays : 4887
“Hope” is the thing with feathers
I have no life but this, To lead it here; Nor any death, but lest Dispelled from there; Nor tie to earths to come, Nor action new, Except through this extent, The realm of you. — E. Dickinson | (c)flotsam.
me contacter
@ Isla R. Darcy
HIBOUX : 338
Fays : 3186
There is no bad, there is no good, I drank every sky that I could, Made myself mythical, tried to be real, Saw the future in the face of a Daffodil
♛ by wiise
♛ by wiise
me contacter
@ Delilah de Vries
HIBOUX : 1093
Fays : 4887
“Hope” is the thing with feathers
I have no life but this, To lead it here; Nor any death, but lest Dispelled from there; Nor tie to earths to come, Nor action new, Except through this extent, The realm of you. — E. Dickinson | (c)flotsam.
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@ Hel C. Svensson
HIBOUX : 250
Fays : 2641
I hate you, and I'd like to see you burn
So tell all your friend, this is the end of everything
Too late to repent, the wicked will reap what they sow
We will sanctify, purify
REJOICE IN THEIR SORROW AND SING
So tell all your friend, this is the end of everything
Too late to repent, the wicked will reap what they sow
We will sanctify, purify
REJOICE IN THEIR SORROW AND SING
me contacter
@ Delilah de Vries
HIBOUX : 1093
Fays : 4887
“Hope” is the thing with feathers
I have no life but this, To lead it here; Nor any death, but lest Dispelled from there; Nor tie to earths to come, Nor action new, Except through this extent, The realm of you. — E. Dickinson | (c)flotsam.
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@ Hel C. Svensson
HIBOUX : 250
Fays : 2641
Delilah de Vries a écrit:
same
I hate you, and I'd like to see you burn
So tell all your friend, this is the end of everything
Too late to repent, the wicked will reap what they sow
We will sanctify, purify
REJOICE IN THEIR SORROW AND SING
So tell all your friend, this is the end of everything
Too late to repent, the wicked will reap what they sow
We will sanctify, purify
REJOICE IN THEIR SORROW AND SING
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@ Invité
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@ Hel C. Svensson
HIBOUX : 250
Fays : 2641
Zach Lyons a écrit:
same lover
I hate you, and I'd like to see you burn
So tell all your friend, this is the end of everything
Too late to repent, the wicked will reap what they sow
We will sanctify, purify
REJOICE IN THEIR SORROW AND SING
So tell all your friend, this is the end of everything
Too late to repent, the wicked will reap what they sow
We will sanctify, purify
REJOICE IN THEIR SORROW AND SING
me contacter
@ Invité
me contacter
@ Delilah de Vries
HIBOUX : 1093
Fays : 4887
“Hope” is the thing with feathers
I have no life but this, To lead it here; Nor any death, but lest Dispelled from there; Nor tie to earths to come, Nor action new, Except through this extent, The realm of you. — E. Dickinson | (c)flotsam.
me contacter
@ Hel C. Svensson
HIBOUX : 250
Fays : 2641
I hate you, and I'd like to see you burn
So tell all your friend, this is the end of everything
Too late to repent, the wicked will reap what they sow
We will sanctify, purify
REJOICE IN THEIR SORROW AND SING
So tell all your friend, this is the end of everything
Too late to repent, the wicked will reap what they sow
We will sanctify, purify
REJOICE IN THEIR SORROW AND SING
me contacter
@ Invité
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