| My work is from every corner of my mind, and usually writting is the only way I can reach those places. |
| My work is from every corner of my mind, and usually writting is the only way I can reach those places. |
Edward
Angel
Break The Sun

Candle CopseI will miss you as chemicals in the darkness Fire in the woods, and a burning in your chest of spirits that fanned passion and flames of lustCandle Copse
Your eyes are calm In summer's dying light The bottle to your lips, and shadows dancing bright trailing down your hips my hands follow your lines
| I'm a fifteen year dead photographer for Missouri's number one high school paper, Central Focus, and I'm happy with that; for now I tell my truth, which is probably much different then yours. I don't know who I am, and I don't believe I will until my last few, exasperated dying breaths. I don't believe in people anymore; only a few select individuals. Not a single part of me is entirely original, but as a whole I am. I don't have a fair reason for most of my actions mainly because I don't care enough to need one. I rarely try in most things I do. I am not your dream girl. I am seen differently by different people, and I try not to see myself. Too often I let my mind run free. I'm scared to death under my confident facade. My body is falling apart underneath me. I'm never fully proud of anything I do or have done. The only thing I really have going for me right now in life are a few of the people in it. I rely on no one, but my friends are my life. I will change your life, but it probably won't be for the better. I'm Kelci Davis, whatever the fuck that means. |
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It has been said that something as small as the flutter of a butterfly's wing can ultimately cause a typhoon halfway around the world...
... life is easy with eyes closed
& I just think you'rea great writer.
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cheers
stupendouskid
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It has been said that something as small as the flutter of a butterfly's wing can ultimately cause a typhoon halfway around the world...
... life is easy with eyes closed
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breaking is what your heart is for.
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breaking is what your heart is for.
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