

ErrataShattered glass, everywhere. This sancuary, I found. Then deserted, hopefully. Mistakes made, again. This prayer, echos. My errata, never to be found.Errata


Summer teaparty.The sun is shining through the trees forming little pools of light on the ground. The grass is long and soft. This all feels like I'm in a dream. While laying here free of everything. Sipping my tea from time to time and biting on cookies. All this beauty is captivating and frail. Maybe that's why I'm enjoying this moment so much, because I know that it might end at anytime. And if that happens this feeling I have won't be coming back for a long time. I open my eyes to see what's going on. Except the wind in the leaves and the birds singing only a slight giggle, coming from my left disturbed the silence. I look there and I see a grey eySummer teaparty.


Lies of my visionDirt on the window, my vision is blurred. Can't see what should. Speks of light try to pierce through.Lies of my vision
Trying to forget the trees in the majestic light. Like a memory of the nightmare-from last night
Call to me, let me see the reality behind, the age old lie Set me free, let me be


Angelic FeathersFeathers fall slightly to the ground. Made from the darkness of this world, made from the light of all the good. Flickering fall from the heights, still so pure, still so evil. Yet have no remorse. Yet feel no pity for us. Let not, our falling tears, be the rain. For every moment spent on the ground. The darkness clutches you stronger. And light is but a fading echo Of a time long gone. Feel no remorse, feel no pity. Let us fall, so that we may rise again.Angelic Feathers
Thanks for teh pretty pictuurs.
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All men are perverts, some are just better at hiding it.
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wer zu lebzeit gut auf erden...gott weiß ich will kein engel sein
Very kind of thee.
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All men are perverts, some are just better at hiding it.
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wer zu lebzeit gut auf erden...gott weiß ich will kein engel sein
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All men are perverts, some are just better at hiding it.
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"One has got to change in order to keep being theirselves."--
All men are perverts, some are just better at hiding it.
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"One has got to change in order to keep being theirselves."--
All men are perverts, some are just better at hiding it.
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