"Her words were the best pen portrait she could ask for- laced with fire and passion, hiding secrets and overactive imagination, weighing her diary down with ink fashioned with emotions and expressions- they told her story like it was- curling edges because of overuse and memories as a bookmark, holding the place in time she visited over and over again."
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Ditto
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And the spam again. WP is going crazy. -.-Apologies for the late reply.
And that’s relatable no?
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It is….don’t worry about it I can understand😉😊
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Thank you so much,Rox!:*
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~ Deep ~
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🙂
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Reblogged this on Everything Happens for a reason.
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Thank you so much for the reblog. 🙂
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Pretty cool three short Quotes…👌👌
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Thank you so much. 🙂
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So true! I often think this as I’m swinging through the moonlit streets of Gotham city … 🙂
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Haha I think about this all the time.Like,ALL THE TIME:eating, bathing, studying, walking. 😛
Thank you so much for the comment, by the way. 😀
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So true!!
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🙂
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