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I feel like he’s slipping out of my grasp… 
(via sheactslikee-summerr) "A poem begins with a lump in the throat, a home-sickness or a love-sickness. It is a reaching-out toward expression; an effort to find fulfillment. A complete poem is one where the emotion has found its thought and the thought has found the words." Robert Frost (via goodandbrokein) (Source: reaganation, via sheactslikee-summerr) 
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Yours truly,  I have completely given up on constantly pulling myself downward, and refuse to think of myself any less than a beautiful person. I see the beauty in everything. Music is my love, and someday I will be on Broadway. (I'd also call myself an 'aspiring author' but let's not get carried away). I love to write, act, sing, play piano, anything to do with music or writing. I have my own sense of fashion which you will see throughout my posts as well. At a young age of fifteen I've seen with these eyes more than most. I have fallen deeply in love. Whoever you are, you're beautiful, because God made you that way. I'm always here for anyone who needs advice, or just someone to listen. I'll follow you back only if I like your blog, because this isn't a social networking site to me. Make me smile and I'll be your friend. Reminisce, |
