The Demons HeartChapter One: A Small Picture of LifeThe Demons Heart
There is no place like home, no place more inviting, more loving than home. Now I long for home, a home that has been so long gone. So long I can hardly remember the mountains that rose behind my castle home. Nor can I remember the grass pastures neither the laughter of my younger brother James nor the warm embrace of my sister Catherine.
No, all of that has escaped my restless mind, ever since that fateful day so long ago. My former life has disappeared entirely like an evanescent fog on the southern swamps. My one constant companion, my beautiful leather bound notebook, s
ChaseThe light was fading fast down below the horizon, the sun had had its run and now it was the moons turn. The sky turned all hues of colors, from the most vibrant magenta to the fairest of lavenders. The moon in its half crescent was peeking out from behind the colors. In the horizon the rolling green planes became mountains of great magnitude, away from the horizon into the creeping darkness the hills became planes. She was at a crossroads, where could she go now. She was huddled in the corner underneath a great old oak. She leaned against it, closing her misty eyes, listening to the heartbeat of the tree. She smiled in her thoughts, lost inChase
AuroraTo say that I am afraid is to say the least; I am terrified and full of apprehension for what I am about to endure. My life has always seemed easy to me, going to royal functions doing what I was told learning what I must learn and traveling to the places that would take me far from the place I should call home. To say that the place I was conceived and born is not my home is a hard thing to come from my lips. Being sent away at the age of seven to live far in the outskirts of the kingdom and then on to another court to be trained and ordained the princess that I am I didn’t spend much time at home I suppose I should call it. I’ve heard it saAurora
Januray 2009
Confused
i <3 you
p.s.
this is abby xp
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and the words just seem to pour from her soul
like an endless river of screaming hearts
just waiting to be heard
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that's what you get when you let your heart win
-Paramore, That's What You Get
its a true story
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and the words just seem to pour from her soul
like an endless river of screaming hearts
just waiting to be heard
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that's what you get when you let your heart win
-Paramore, That's What You Get
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and the words just seem to pour from her soul
like an endless river of screaming hearts
just waiting to be heard
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(¸.•´ (¸.•´ .•´ ¸¸.•¨¯`•.
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(¸.•´ (¸.•´ .•´ ¸¸.•¨¯`•.
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*•. .•* * נυѕт ∂яσρριи тняυ тσ ѕнσω υ ѕσмє ℓσνє
/.•*•.\ ¸..•¤**¤•.,.•¤**¤•.*.•¤**¤•.¸ .•¤ **¤•
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"Even now, I remember... "
My memories getting farther away from me,
always so bright, I wanted to stay with you longer.
......
If now my wish reaches you,
before my body vanishes,
hold me tight once more.
'hold me tight once more...'
~gackt~
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With a curse to cut these lips, I love you.
~Coheed&Cambria, Wake Up~
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"Even now, I remember... "
My memories getting farther away from me,
always so bright, I wanted to stay with you longer.
......
If now my wish reaches you,
before my body vanishes,
hold me tight once more.
'hold me tight once more...'
~gackt~
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"Beyond the reach of human range
A drop of hell, a touch of strange..."
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