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Meow Meow Photography
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Go check out my new blog where I post some of my work from Photoshop AND SOME BADASS PICTURE FOR MY PHOTOGRAPHY CLASS/..... SERIOUSLY PEOPLE BUY MY PICTURE AND YOU CAN VEIW THEM FOR FREE ...Oh I also do editing for people but its only for 5$$$ i'll link my paypal contact me on skype:livingisdead
Sunday, February 12, 2017
Thursday, February 9, 2017
Sunday, January 29, 2017
story draft
I always wanted to dream like other people...
My
story is really complicated and hard to live
sometimes I think
that I’m not a real human being at all
I fell in love
with a guy that i cannot have at all
i regret
everything in life
falling in love
having emotion
…being alive
Sometimes I think that I’m just a mistake
But I guess I have a reason to be alive
I think about the times that I couldn’t breathe at all around him
Every time I try to talk to him he just puts me to aside
He …. He just teases me all
the time
I don’t know if he really loves me or not
( i dont know if i should continue this do you want to read more )
Wednesday, January 25, 2017
Andrea's poem "The room"
The room.
As the room stood still with inaudible voices and dim lights, I could have almost sworn I felt myself sinking.
Slowly but surely I became In Sync with this room filled with gloomy thoughts and a slight sense of hope.
The room as cold as a corpse with no heartbeat.
A stench ever so strong.
The smell of alcohol and latex gloves surrounded the room.
The words of people who came to visit lingering in every corner.
The soft weeps became louder one by one someone would fall apart.
You would be considered lucky if you could contain your emotions like that in a room filled with such angst and grief.
Even for those who passed by you could feel the tension.
Like when she opened her eyes for the very first time.
Those eyes that glistened like shattered glass the pain that poor lady felt the sounds of oxygen going in and out.
Every now and again you would catch her left out a moan 123 the pain scale became irrelevant as the time went by because minutes felt like hours every touch to her felt like needles and every passing day felt like months.
Sometimes the good news outweighed the bad.
We stayed patiently waiting day after retched day for a phone call.
The call never came so we look at ourselves to blame.
We put blame on our selves that never was meant to belong.
Solemn memories play over again
Wishing this terrible cycle would come to an end.
My love for you was more than a wet dream penetrating through the bed sheets.
My love for you was more than anything I could ever possibly afford.
My prized possession,
My muse
My love oh yes it's true.
I could have have had anyone but darling I chose you.
As the room stood still with inaudible voices and dim lights, I could have almost sworn I felt myself sinking.
Slowly but surely I became In Sync with this room filled with gloomy thoughts and a slight sense of hope.
The room as cold as a corpse with no heartbeat.
A stench ever so strong.
The smell of alcohol and latex gloves surrounded the room.
The words of people who came to visit lingering in every corner.
The soft weeps became louder one by one someone would fall apart.
You would be considered lucky if you could contain your emotions like that in a room filled with such angst and grief.
Even for those who passed by you could feel the tension.
Like when she opened her eyes for the very first time.
Those eyes that glistened like shattered glass the pain that poor lady felt the sounds of oxygen going in and out.
Every now and again you would catch her left out a moan 123 the pain scale became irrelevant as the time went by because minutes felt like hours every touch to her felt like needles and every passing day felt like months.
Sometimes the good news outweighed the bad.
We stayed patiently waiting day after retched day for a phone call.
The call never came so we look at ourselves to blame.
We put blame on our selves that never was meant to belong.
Solemn memories play over again
Wishing this terrible cycle would come to an end.
My love for you was more than a wet dream penetrating through the bed sheets.
My love for you was more than anything I could ever possibly afford.
My prized possession,
My muse
My love oh yes it's true.
I could have have had anyone but darling I chose you.
An extra- thick diaper was mostly likely to save an infant’s life during an armed robbery Sunday night in Riverview
Sunday night in Riverview, Florida A family of three was involved
in an armed robbery at 11:30 p.m. The home owner is Grace Ford, a mother of one
child named Brandi, the 10 month baby was saved by an extra-thick diaper.
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