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She was sitting on the edge of the window for a while now, looking at the sky and the clouds running as she was singing all the songs playing, half dreaming. He sat next to her. She turned her head, smiled at him and looked at the sky again. He smiled involuntarily. She had her hair tied into a kind of bun from where some locks fell. He looked around the room. Her easel was on one side, not hidden, just out of the passages. She had made another drawing. He looked at it from where he was: “Nice… still avoiding hands though…” She had a little laugh as she lowered her head. “You worked from what? I do
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Youth is happy because it has the ability to see beauty. Anyone who keeps the ability to see beauty never grows old. - Franz Kafka
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Palmeida
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People Will Forget what you said
People Will Forget what you did
But they will never forget how you made them feel
!Self-Injury-Club
I tend to let my heart rule... maybe cause it proved less wrong for me...
Honest emotions aren't right or wrong... they just are... it's only a matter of being honest... a real true smile will always take over a fake one...
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People Will Forget what you said
People Will Forget what you did
But they will never forget how you made them feel
!Self-Injury-Club
" I'm glad you don't just do poses" if you meant I don't do only one thing in art, then no I don't... I need variety... looks like you too... only limit is yourself...
So just have fun in what you do and you'll do great...
Pleased u like "soft" *s*
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