Defying the odds

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Member since November 24, 2016
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You are beautiful, you are charming and regardless of the daunting crowd staring at you, you move with an air of effortlessness and effervescence. I watch as you breeze into the room, with poise that indicated confidence and demanded respect. How do you do it? “Just relax and smile!” You tell me. Please! Easier said than done. In any case, I decided long ago to simply live vicariously through you. Countless times you've giving me a persistent, yet gentle push to liv...


A merry Christmas?

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I've been reading a lot about the world war, and it's really fascinating. Most history junkies know that on the Christmas of 1914, smack-dab in the middle of World War I, there were a series of ceasefires along the western front. Soldiers crossed enemy trenches unarmed, to shake hands, exchange gifts and they even went as far as to sing Christmas carols together. Alfred Anderson, the last known surviving Scottish veteran of the war, vividly recalled Christmas Day in 1914: “...


Brave!

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The girl: Brave The getup: Purple gown with silver sprinklings. I made this sketch and I named it Brave! The state of my mind usually reflects on my drawing. Like, when I'm sad, I tend to create a saddish-looking sketch, but, when I'm happy I'd sketch something rather cheerful and colorfully bright. Other times when i'm really down, drawing would most likely than not serve as an outlet where I can both vent my disappointment and still create something artistic. Lat...


The long way home

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It's raining outside now, the tiny drops glistening on your windshield We sit in your car, the tiny space between us feels like the vast area between the earth and it's magnetic-field 'Are you cold?' I ask you, as I see you shiver 'It's the emptiness,' you reply. She says: This abyss of nothingness, it is not living It is darkness and drowning and gasping for air I want an end to this emptiness; before it cosumes me This is not living. 'My dear g...


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    Self-proclaimed book nerd and blogger. She aims to largely influence the pratice of reading among children around the world. One day at a time.


    Member since November 24, 2016


    Age 18 • 4 Posts