--
13 thorns entwining round my soul, reflections scaring, time repairing, the past is dark, but constantly healing, so throw me away and do what you will, as i am here in my own world, and you cant hold me down anymore.
That's really cool... I look forward to seeing what you get up to! Good to see you on here too- i don't really use LJ any more, and myspazz is a bit rubbish...
Hi, Sorry, I probably should have introduced myself when adding you. I really like your poetry, they cover a subject matter which is familiar to me and I guess they just grabbed my attention. I also thought your photography was rather beautiful. I wanted to see more of your work.
--
What is honour, my dear, when you have nothing to eat? - Dostoyevsky
Yeah, I have been thinking about it for a while. Now that I am a single girl again I am going to use my new found freedom to be creative person I used to be. It's pretty exciting really. I love your stuff BTW xx
--
What is honour, my dear, when you have nothing to eat? - Dostoyevsky
Devious Comments
--
13 thorns entwining round my soul, reflections scaring, time repairing, the past is dark, but constantly healing, so throw me away and do what you will, as i am here in my own world, and you cant hold me down anymore.
hope you enjoy my stuff.
--
sexy.shit.
sexy.shit.
Thanks for meandering through my gallery and +faving Boundless. . . .
Be Well,
--
-- I have no slogan. . .
xx
--
.:A closed mind is empty but an open mind is full:.
.:Love is a tyrannie that benefits the loved never the lover.: from The Venus Conspiracy By Michael Cordy
Stroll throught my gallery [[link]
--
the world will see only the mask you hide behind till it shatters
--
What is honour, my dear, when you have nothing to eat? - Dostoyevsky
That's really cool... I look forward to seeing what you get up to! Good to see you on here too- i don't really use LJ any more, and myspazz is a bit rubbish...
--
*argh*
--
photography is more than a click....
--
What is honour, my dear, when you have nothing to eat? - Dostoyevsky
--
the world will see only the mask you hide behind till it shatters
--
What is honour, my dear, when you have nothing to eat? - Dostoyevsky
--
*argh*
Previous PageNext Page