| Because if mermaids really existed they sure as hell wouldn't look like Ariel. |
The PictureSkye is just like any other 16 year old boy; he does not have any special abilities, nor does he do anything miraculous or extraordinary. He is simply a teenager with a knack for procrastination and a distaste for waking up early. He is a fairly plain looking boy, with short brown hair and brown eyes, but by no means unattractive. He enjoys soccer and going fishing with his father. Today, Skye is being forced to help his mother thoroughly clean her antique shop. As Skye pretended to be cleaning a recently emptied shelving unit, his mind began to wander to various things: school, wishingThe Picture
JealousyJealousy is an ugly thing It can corrupt even the purest of hearts And when that envy is given form,Jealousy
All just morals fall apart
The passion of ambition Can be a healthy thing But when blinded by jealous greed,
Evil thus forth shall spring
The iris succumbs to a fiery veil,
Irritating the instincts like a grain of sand Distracting from one’s rationality Thrashing wildly – no place to land
And when the uncertainty is gone,
And the flames finally clear,
It becomes apparent that the cost Were the ones you hold so dear.
She smiled wryly at his attempt to crack a teasing joke. But to be honest she hadn't really heard it. She knew vaguely that it was her cue to laugh because of the tone and pause in his speech, but she couldn't have repeated his words back to him if he'd asked. Her brain was so full of paint and flowers and waiting that she developed the habit of forgetting to pay attention. |
Sweet tarts, anyone?
Lazy
My god, what amazing works you have accomplished. Thank you for expressing and posting these stunning images ^_^
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The world is quiet here.
How's life?
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You, I've mistaken for destiny, but the truth is my legacy is not up to my genes. True, though the imprint is deep in me, it will always be up to me....up to me.....oh, free at last
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You, I've mistaken for destiny, but the truth is my legacy is not up to my genes. True, though the imprint is deep in me, it will always be up to me....up to me.....oh, free at last
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What I have to say is much more important than how long my eyelashes are.
-Alanis Morissette
Unf! Unf! SEXAH.
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