| I'd tell you about myself, but I haven't actually found anything out yet. |


This feeling.Who is he, this boy. To set alight my heart.This feeling.
Strange thoughts occurring; flame of possibility. A red, red pain. White at the centre, In it's purity of feeling. Then Dark; to red, to crimson, to carmine. To blood. Consumed.
Cleansed of my past, I am made anew. All because of him.
I love him. I love him.
ID.

The Story of Winter"I have to give you something," he said lightly, looking up at the expanse of sky stretched as far as the eye could see. "That's the way these things go. A deal is a deal."The Story of Winter
"Right," I replied distractedly, wondering what he was gazing at.
"How about winter? I'll give you winter."
The night was cloudless. Inviting. I think I would live in the stars, if I could. I glanced at him, studying his profile. I wasn't sure if he was mocking me or if he actually meant anything he said. I would never find out. I
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love so alike that none can slacken, none can die
I'm realllllly good thankies.
Currently chillaxing with my friend.
She's come down from Sunderland just to see me
And I'm going back to Sunderland with her for a week on Thursday
Woooooo!
xoxo
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I believe in something more.
I dare you to scream out.
I dare you not to give in.
But, more than anything...
I dare you to dream.
I'm assuming it's you
How're you kiddo?
xoxo
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I believe in something more.
I dare you to scream out.
I dare you not to give in.
But, more than anything...
I dare you to dream.
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The cure for boredom is curiousity. There is no cure for curiosity.
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