

The Beach HouseThe beach house is so still and quiet. I walk in the sand, my feet skimping through the water. It's cool and smooth.The Beach House
As I walk past the palm trees, I can feel the leaves gently brush against my skin, it's warm and ticklish. The sand is hot-
it bulges between my toes. I skip around the piece of driftwood, and listen to the waves, so sound-filled and calm. My hands caresses the seashells-
little reminders of all the great times and footsteps in the moist sand that disappear when the tide comes in. The seaweed smells f


I Wish the Dirt Would StayThe rain trickles over the faded pink carrousel, bringing with it a million memories soaking into the ground below. Slowly they come back the vivid childhood images; a little girl laughing and her brown hair blowing in the wind. Memories of happy times, careless times. And the rain is washing all of it away, like the dirt on my body,I Wish the Dirt Would Stay
the dirt that still smells like being a kid. Is the rain supposed to wash everything away for me? Wash my soul away? Sometimes I think it's the world's job to make everyone miserable. But of course that's just coming from a


Concrete MemoriesI love the rain, and the river in the valley sparkles, and out pop the diamonds, each mountain a new threshold of sex and love and dreams do you know my face? Or will you stare blankly into the rain, smitten or miserable? (Although, theoretically, those emotions go hand in hand)Concrete Memories
Will the lemon tree we crafted
be there in the morning, with the snowman in the sun? Will the sandcastle be on the beach after the tide has come in? They will always live in my mind -
sand sifts through my fingers but memories stay for longer &nbs
Devious Comments
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Learn to Live and Live to Learn
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Don't make me Bat-Bogey hex your ass!
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Our friend dreamed he was eating a HUGE marshmallow...When he woke up, his pillow was gone. 0__0 0__0
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...and then Flashlights&Explosions
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Main account: *janne-landet.
Photo manipulation account: ~janne-landet-dreams.
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"People Always Leave"
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Born in the Wrong Decade
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DesigN Is PleasuRe
~MMUindonesia
~Nikon-Minded
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"Cop or criminal- what's the difference when you're facing a loaded gun?" -The Departed movie.
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Part of the Resistance
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"Art is much less important than life, but what a poor life without it."
::: Robert Motherwell :::
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Thorns of a rose.
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yacov gabay
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Come live with me and be my love, And we will all the pleasures prove, That valleys, groves, hills, and fields, Woods, or steepy mountain yields
Christopher Marlowe
No problem, dear
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「どき どき 」
goes my heart.
Thank you so much dear ...
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Come live with me and be my love, And we will all the pleasures prove, That valleys, groves, hills, and fields, Woods, or steepy mountain yields
Christopher Marlowe
Ahh, I see! Thanks
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"Cop or criminal- what's the difference when you're facing a loaded gun?" -The Departed movie.
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"Cop or criminal- what's the difference when you're facing a loaded gun?" -The Departed movie.
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"Jealousy is in the shape of a body-bag that I drag across the lawn"
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