MelancholyMelancholyMelancholy
When there is rain on the window, I am home.
I travel far away Where no one knows me I hear the demons of fear and mistrust whispering Taunting me to listen
Now there is rain on the window, I am home.
What a horrible day They say Gloomy skies make gloomy eyes But I disagree
If there is rain on the window, I am home.
Inside with my books Strolling with elves Dodging bullets Kissing valiant knights
I look up
There is rain on the window, I am home.
BoatStory 1, Part 2 The day passed agonizingly slow. After hours of meaningless TV, she managed to drag herself to the kitchen to make a top ramen. She ate her fill of ice cream, and then some. When she saw it was about six o’clock, she got out of her pajamas and threw on a gray sweatshirt and blue skinny jeans; it was unusual for her not to take more care in picking out an outfit. She loved clothes. She arrived at the Java Bean a few minutes before six-thirty. Coffee wasn’t something she had often, but she enjoyed iStory 1, Part 2
Thinking about photography...
Artistic
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Look at my gallery. [link]
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I shall always remember:
Morning Star Kenichi.
Her brother Ichigo Matsudaira.
Also, Bonita's friend Karel Timmer
They shall not be forgotten
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