dear delilah








Fathers, be good to your daughters; daughters will love like you do.

you are the strength and the weight of her world

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Stream her with roses and daisies, dear mother,
let all that she speak be all that that she hears.
For no higher, no higher let her forehead doth grow;
and so dote, dote my mother, my mother so dear
and let her run free with a conscience so clear


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Thursday, 16 August 2007
hero story

I spent my afternoon drawing feet.

Nope, you heard me correctly. I needed some work on feet. Maybe I'll work on hands another time.

I'm currently writing notes on SS, because I'm panicking over my POOR HUMANITIES. Later, I am going to read the entire Macbeth, then some History.

Rawr.

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For my story I have my stand, my mistakes, and my sorrows. I was never the victim, never the fallen, never the severed and the torn. They were all him.
But it is with this new day that she wants to stand again, with the new outstretched hand that she wants to take that new step.

Why was creating a new life not as easy as penciling a portrait?


Everyone has their hero story. What's yours?

he told me that I've done alright
and kissed me till the morning light