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To my Dearest Dearest Delilah,
Nights have gotten colder. The days are darker as the shrapnel draws nearer. Oh how I miss our days spent together. Do you recall the days at the beach? When the sun had rested perfectly over us, wrapping us in its warmth and light, as if our days would never be disgraced with gloom and darkness? I savor these memories as if they were still mine to cling to. But these memories are not mine anymore. They belong to the man who had waved a sorrowful goodbye to you on the boat that sailed him the farthest he has ever gone.
Now a new man rests in his place. He is frightened of the noises, of the cries and the echo of bullet shells piercing skulls and clanking to the floor as if they rained down endlessly. This man cannot think of anything else but his inevitable death as he runs through the fields of darkness, doing his best to survive and return to you, the woman who still knows the man he used to be. For the man you hold was kiTo my Dearest18 hours ago in Letters

till this heartyou kiss me
in the lamplight
and inch by inch
sow me anew,
in the ragged plains
that is this flesh
and with each brush
of lips, each whisper
you unearth me
and bury me again,
and find where i thought
myself to be most soiled
and where my skin is darkest,
you make sure, fifty times,
together,
we find sunlighttill this heart5 hours ago in Letters

8th Grade Promotion speechHi I'm Alex Guerrero and i would appreciate a round of applause after everything i say. Welcome class of 2013. We made it! Over the years, we have grown closer together than just a group of classmates, but as a family. Mostly because of Any-town and that there we learned a lot about each other and about our self that we didn't know. This year was filled with memories and experiences we will never forget. There are the good ones and there are the bad ones. But no matter how you look at it, this year has altered all of our lives in many different ways. Today, as my fellow classmates and I leave middle school and enter the world of high school,8th Grade Promotion speech1 hour ago in Letters

To Sparky Dear Sparky,

So the question herin, I suppose lies; "Why did I ask to listen to your heart?" I
don't suppose there's an easy answer to that question, no matter how trivial a
question it seems in my head. Hell, I'm not even sure where to start on answering
it. I guess I could say that the most basic answer to that is that on the
simplest level, I'm still lonely. I miss the feel of someone beside me; someone in
my arms; someone who doesn't think that the things I do are because I'm weird, but
instead actually appreciates me and likes me for whatever trivial things in which
they find interest in me. Before, when Alex used to coTo Sparky4 hours ago in Letters

Whitelupine Kennels is Now OpenWhitelupine Kennels is Now Open

Decided to make a Kennel account to keep the capos from over running my main account. I won't be reuploading the pedigrees and reference sheets to the group to keep from spamming people with my dogs. Just know that account exists now and my capos and their art will be posted there now. I'll still draw them for my main but all their reference sheets and pedigrees will be there. Whitelupine Kennels is Now Open7 hours ago in Letters

Lose Myself4-13-2013

Dream,

Sometimes I think I’d rather lose myself than lose anyone else.Lose Myself9 hours ago in Letters

I Love You9-26-2012

Dream,

Why do you want me? Or make a show of it? Am I being utilized or genuinely wanted? Or am I wanted, yet for purposes other than the purpose for which I want in return? My skepticism is eating away at me. I will bite my tongue and hold my breath. I will die inside and be all those which I would rather not. I will need. I will want. I will love. I will, because I do, because I have and it isn’t changing. I can push it out of my mind. I can deny it to no end - but that alters no reality. I will break my rules. I will tell the truth. I will spit it out like a bitter morsel - the truth, the fact, the honest verity of the maI Love You10 hours ago in Letters

Untitled Letter to My Dream II7-9-2012

Dream,

I cannot comprehend your actions, Dream. You are acting as you have not before. You are twisting my emotions in every imaginable direction, prodding at my sanity, prompting me to lose grip. Dream, I have kept you to myself until this night. I love you, but I fear you. You make me want to be perfect - you make me need to be beautiful. I want to become something greater; something you can love, too. I have wanted you for nearly two years, and if I cannot have you, I will cherish whatever time we are given.Untitled Letter to My Dream II10 hours ago in Letters

Sweet Nothing6-22-2012

Dream,

You glance back. I see you watching over your shoulder, staring intently. Is it mocking? Is it ignorance? Or is it passion? My Dream, you and I are sweet nothings. Sweet in desire, sweet in my mind. A rich and overpowering sweet. But nothing are we in reality.Sweet Nothing10 hours ago in Letters

Shelby speaks Highly of me :3Hi David,

Hope the end of the school year’s going well for you! I wanted to just share a few thoughts regarding Venice (I’ve CC’ed her on this note as well). I’ve been to visit Venice at her internship site a few times this month for our sessions together and have been *so* impressed with all that she has accomplished there. Her mentor, Ms. Simpson, has let me know that Venice has shown herself to have many talents in the classroom and has been extremely helpful to her. Specifically, she shared that Venice has done a great job organizing her expansive classroom space (I believe you’ve seen the “Art Wing&rdShelby speaks Highly of me :325 minutes ago in Letters

Trolls, Haters and Drama QueensWhat is a troll?
The answer is simple: in this day and age, a troll is anyone who disagrees with you.
At first, trolling was the "art" of coming up with meticulously (or not) answers or comments done simply with the objective of pissing people off and seeing people fight on the internet. Apparently the point was to laugh at people taking, as true, controversial opinions that may not even be true, from people that may not even exist. Kinda like a reminder from the boys in Guy Fawkes masks that you shouldn't trust what you can't see, let alone get emotionally involved.
Perhaps I'm overthinking the subject, but it doesn't matter. What matters is that in this day and age, where the internet gave nearly anyone the power of communication, and where people are more hedonistic and narcissistic as never been, vanity pretty much took the world. Some people are here just to show how much they know (even if they don't) and exhibit to the world their unending pool of knowledge. But, God forbid, theTrolls, Haters and Drama Queens42 minutes ago in Letters

Adeline,Ó, quanto tempo terei de esperar? Ó, quanto tempo mais? Meu coração não aguenta tal espera. Não como mais, não durmo mais. Meus pensamentos são todos voltados a uma única pessoa, és tu, ó minha amada. Dar-te-ei o toque aos lábios vermelhos voluptuosos, e desfalecer feliz em pouco. Há tanto a ser dito, tanto a ser vivido, mas sempre soube que seria desse jeito. Não há outro caminho para aqueles que enveredam pelo vale da impureza. Só espero o dia em que poderei outra vez contigo ficar, e sem arrependimentos. Se Deus o Poderoso não me perdoar, mal algum me fará, pois te terei ao meu lado, e serei feliz até tudo durar.

O casamento não é para aqAdeline,5 hours ago in Letters

Giving Up, But Never Letting Go5-19-2013

Dream,

Okay. If this will be the way of it. There is nothing I can do. I am entirely helpless. I surrender. I give up. I give up, but I’ll never let go. I don’t know how to forget. I don’t want to. If I never see your face again - your precious eyes - then at least I can envision you in my mind. At the very least, I can hold you in my dreams. I can wrap my arms around your sweet body. I can feel your breath on face. I can hear you whisper. Beg me not to leave. Stay another hour. Just like before. You’ll ask me if you’re holding me too tight, if I want you to let go. I’ll whisper in return, telliGiving Up, But Never Letting Go8 hours ago in Letters

PhoenixDear Friend,
There is someone, and she is beautiful. However, she doesn’t think she is beautiful.
She was always changing. Her hair color, her favorite book, the things she strongly liked and disliked. So, when she asked me to describe her, I could not put a solid or constant thing next to her name; because she was not solid or constant. So, I sat for months thinking about what I could say. After months of other things occupying my mind, I came across what described her. “A swamp,” I said one day. “A swamp?” She looked at me in a disgusted way, as if me comparing her to a swamp was horrible. So I quickly explainPhoenix8 hours ago in Letters

Begging You5-15-2013

Dream,

I just cannot believe how utterly lost I am without you. Everything I see or hear reminds me of you in some way. And you looked at me briefly the other day and it only made me want you more. When you smile at me the way you once did. But I’m just not good enough anymore. What used to be your pleasure is now your burden. You don’t even enjoy me like you used to. You have other things to see to. I feel like a disaster; I feel like I will never be good enough. I just wish I knew what I did to make you run. Why can’t you love me, Dream? What have I done that was so wrong? I only want to be with you. I only wanBegging You9 hours ago in Letters

Untitled Letter to My Dream V4-20-2013

Dream,

I don’t want to lie down, I don’t want to get up, I don’t want to sit still, I don’t want to move, I don’t want to go to sleep, I don’t want to be awake, I don’t want to be alive, I don’t want to die. What am I supposed to do now?Untitled Letter to My Dream V9 hours ago in Letters

Stupid Hope4-18-2013

Dream,

I’m always going to hold this hope. As long as I know you. I will hope that you will learn to love me as I love you. That you will look into my eyes. I would do anything just to have you again. I need you. I couldn’t stand to see you with another. It would destroy me. But if she brings you happiness, then I will try to be happy as well. I wish I could make you happy. I wish I could hold you again. I miss you already. Please give me another chance, Dream. Just one more. You’ve forgiven me in the past. Can we do that again?Stupid Hope9 hours ago in Letters

Hurts2-25-2013

Dream,

I love you so much it hurts. It hurts so bad, I wonder if I am better off alone. But I love you too damned much to let you go.Hurts10 hours ago in Letters

The Way in Which I Love1-25-2013

Dream,

I love you so much it makes me ache. When my hand is in yours, I can think only of the feel of your skin, the steady rhythm of your pulse against my palm. When you kiss me, I think only of your mouth, your breath on my face, the feel of your tongue brushing mine. You may not be perfect, but you are so much more than I could ever ask for. The Way in Which I Love10 hours ago in Letters

Tinder of Fervor11-28-2012

Dream,

I sense a longing so deep I almost cannot function when it grips me. I’ve given up the prospect of escape and now kindle the flame, feeding it with a tinder of fervor. Tinder of Fervor10 hours ago in Letters

Something Learned11-27-2012

Dream,

I always supposed it to be something learned; something people imagine simply because they are, as human, expected to do so. I wonder if it is at all true, or if I have deceived myself into believing such only for the eyes of society - only to uphold what we know as man. So I will trail in circles, savoring the unbearable desperation until that moment in which I am destroyed.Something Learned10 hours ago in Letters

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