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? Leah Marie. 17. I love reading and I hope to own a bookstore one day.
Mood: Mehh.
Music: Right now, listening to Death Cab For Cutie.
Doing: Tumblr, Mibba, music.
Quote of the week: Hold my heart, it's beating for you anyway.
STORIES
In The Nightmare Of Your Heart.
boy: Harry Potter characters.
girl: Aidyn.
status: Active; 3rd chapter is up.
JOURNALS
Crush, In Like, And In Love . .
A Friend's Opinion On Love.
Dear God . .
Passion. It lies in all of us. Sleeping . . waiting . . and though unwanted, unbidden, it will stir . . open its jaws and howl. It speaks to us; guides us. Passion rules us all. And we obey. What other choice do we have? Passion is the source of our finest moments. The joy of love . . the clarity of hatred . . the ecstasy of grief. It hurts sometimes more than we can bear. If we could live without passion, maybe we’d know some kind of peace. But we would be hollow. Empty rooms, shuttered and dank. Without passion, we’d be truly dead.
layout by allyssa@lieslikelullabies. | photo credit.
? Leah Marie. 17. I love reading and I hope to own a bookstore one day.
Final Fantasy. Smoke. Music. Ice coffee. Christmas lights. Candles. Heels. Painted nails. Four-wheeling. Looking at stars. Exploring abandoned houses. I play the piano and learning the guitar. I love lace and dresses. Vintage and antiques. Tattoos and piercings. Message me if you like; I'm sure we'll get along just fine. :) I love meeting new people, so please don't hesitate ?
Mood: Mehh.
Music: Right now, listening to Death Cab For Cutie.
Doing: Tumblr, Mibba, music.
Quote of the week: Hold my heart, it's beating for you anyway.
STORIES
In The Nightmare Of Your Heart.
boy: Harry Potter characters.
girl: Aidyn.
status: Active; 3rd chapter is up.
JOURNALS
Crush, In Like, And In Love . .
A Friend's Opinion On Love.
Dear God . .
Passion. It lies in all of us. Sleeping . . waiting . . and though unwanted, unbidden, it will stir . . open its jaws and howl. It speaks to us; guides us. Passion rules us all. And we obey. What other choice do we have? Passion is the source of our finest moments. The joy of love . . the clarity of hatred . . the ecstasy of grief. It hurts sometimes more than we can bear. If we could live without passion, maybe we’d know some kind of peace. But we would be hollow. Empty rooms, shuttered and dank. Without passion, we’d be truly dead.
layout by allyssa@lieslikelullabies. | photo credit.