

Blue MoonShe looked out into the night, gazing at the full white moon, watching, waiting. Out of the forest came a sound, a howling beckon, and she glanced down from her window and saw him approaching. Silently, she left her room and crept down the stairs, the white gauze of her nightgown flowing in the wind she created. She practically flew out the door as the howl was heard once again, and she fell into his arms. She knew his eyes. Blue like the sky in the daytime, his eyes held the moon and more inside their depths. His arms, strong and tan, wrapped around her waist, and she kissed him with a passion. When their lips parted, she held him close. &nbBlue Moon
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remaining time multiplied by distress is constant.
Sleep: A completely inadequate substitute for caffeine. Ohhh, how I miss my caffeine
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i'm your huckleberry.
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comment, to get comments.
share your kindness, not your hate.
love the art, before yourself.
meditate on this.
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_//LEMONTEA||MORE.ADDICTIVE.THAN.HEROIN_+''
found you through GeoURL.
Woohoo, PSP owns.
"Love Birdie" was a cute story.
~icefaerie
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member of *macrophoto
"It's better to be feared than loved, but what's best is to use love to make them afraid." -Yaztyelana Afanas'yevna Voronova
This is a random post in which you were chosen by I, the Insane Pepsi-Drinking Nocturnal Winged Mammal, chose by clicking "Random Deviant" on the front page, in an odd attempt to spread randomity throughout the world!
Random love,
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"Sunshiiiiiiiine, on my nutsaaaaaaack, makes me happy..."
-Franziska von Karma; Phoenix Wrong
I don't care about WHO likes my art, but WHY they like it. Please, comment before faving.
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