The Stranglers, Aural Sculpture ’84
One day, the track that you’re climbing gets steep
Your emotions are frayed
And your nerves are starting to creep
Just remember the days
As long as the time that you keep
The Stranglers, Aural Sculpture ’84
One day, the track that you’re climbing gets steep
Your emotions are frayed
And your nerves are starting to creep
Just remember the days
As long as the time that you keep
Fiction, thoughts and essays.
Never rust.
Crafting my thoughts into poetry and prose.
Zomaar wat
- Si crea ciò che il cuore pensa - @ElyGioia
Fort Worth Camera Club
All about Life
Poetry, fiction
Photography by Michael Randall
secondlife, fashion, beauty, lingerie...
Photography is the Art of Exposing your Soul
23 years old girl travelling solo on a motorcycle.
haiku + images
A dedication to Hipstamatic
Adventures in life from the Sunshine State to the Golden Gate
waphco wandering photons collector
(Naked, Introspective, Outward-Looking, Exposed... A Work In Progress, Nonlinear...)
You never cease to amaze. Beautiful.
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Thank you!
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Amazing write!
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Thanks so much! Thank you for visiting.
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