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My Bloody Valentine Interview (edit)

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[MV - HQ] Elsa Lunghini - Quelque Chose Dans Mon Coeur

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(via GIPHY)

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Finished sketch which I rather like

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My art, characters in a novel I am working on.

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there is truth

none, quarter, half, and full

moonless nights,

may calm the tides

though we feel the push,

and the pull

are those hearts untrue

which still beat in time

souls sing songs,

bodies caught,

in melody and in rhyme

what else can they do

what use reality,

without the touch of flame

when two become one,

you see,

they never are the same

though it’s been so long

the sun will shine

the moon it hides

and life, she just moves on

there is truth in sorrow

snd there is truth in glee

but the dream of such sweet love

tomorrow

is the only truth

I see

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The Blessed Damozel Study, 1873, Dante Gabriel Rossetti

Medium: chalk

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I wish that there was a way to rid ourselves of the sun, altogether and forever.

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I find that living a quiet life means the most to me

The solitude and the cool wind, the cold rain, and the thunder is what

my soul needs.

As a child I had imaginary friends, but now I write poetry and long novels about people and worlds I create.

Robert Smith and The Cure are the music of my soul. Someday I hope to see their concert on video, but even so maybe its more comfortable to live in the past like it was 30 or 40 years ago.  

People I work with don’t really have much of an idea of who I am, really. I don’t really know who they are as people. That’s okay though, we all get along well I think.

It’s quiet here and I like that. Washington was as I knew it would be. I feel very accepted and I enjoy the cool weather. well, I need it, really. The heat and I don’t get along very well.

I think of so many things to say when I think about writing on here, but I have trouble saying them.

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And they lived in a little house by the ocean

It was always quiet

And all they could hear were the waves and the windchimes through the trees

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I made this today. It's part of a book that I'm illustrating, which I'm trying to decide if it's a children's book or just an illustrated poetry book.

I miss the rain. I hope that it reappears in our life again soon.