Is good.


Thoughts On November the 21st.Strive for excellency. No matter where you go, or what you do, aim to be the best you can be. Know the beauty of perfection. It is like a golden white thread that shimmers through you, yearn for the happiness that comes with it, with the truth and contentment. Do not just see and feel the world, but make the world see and feel you.Thoughts On November the 21st.
This joy, this love you find in greatness, should not be bridled. Fill yourself with it, let it sustain you. Cup your hands beneath the waterfall and sip the torrents. You will be tied to the world, and in return the world will be gladly tied to you; grasp life firml


MannersWith a phantom palm, he sets his grip upon the handle, Weathered eyes smiling through the tint. Her teeth shine through the reflection of his coat, Clotting the empty space above his breast-pocket.Manners
And smoothly, the door swings open, his arm already outstretched- She catches with a tentative grip beneath cufflinks, followed by Twin click-clacks that cut into the fresh asphalt.
In his wise wrinkles, vines across a façade, he laughs A soft bellow, while his thumbjoint traces a shell Over the back of her hand.
&nb


SlowSlow feelings reverberate, and gleam like the sheen on a half-moon face. Illiterate hand tucks beneath her chin, and the softside thumb brushes tender curves above slender jaw.Slow
Five black eyes look up sadly, and tilt to the left this time.
Breath upon breath, hand crooked in hair. Small, fragile, bittersweet. She sighs, her chest swells, and with strained neck, tastes to tell you, that here, beneath solemn branches, she feels happiest.
But something that should be slow, goes, and spins ahead to reminiscent wake ups,  

| I'm Rupe. Much Love. |
Finished it. Submitted it.
All that jazz.
Comment it, you.
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Then I went down into the basement where my friend, the maniac, busies himself with his electronic graffiti.
Finally his language touches me, because he talks to that part of us which insists on drawing profiles on prison walls. -West Rider Silver Bullet.
I got a stupid face thing book. Gross.
Saddest part. I was made to get it for a stupid class.
Fucking hell.
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Though, it's probably my fave type of book
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Then I went down into the basement where my friend, the maniac, busies himself with his electronic graffiti.
Finally his language touches me, because he talks to that part of us which insists on drawing profiles on prison walls. -West Rider Silver Bullet.
It's soo confusing. And weird.
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Then I went down into the basement where my friend, the maniac, busies himself with his electronic graffiti.
Finally his language touches me, because he talks to that part of us which insists on drawing profiles on prison walls. -West Rider Silver Bullet.
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