Half-Leap
leukemia."I am not the little beggar boy.leukemia.
I am the phoenix that's risen from the ashes."
He said it to himself, over and over again, all the while staring at his deathly pale face in the mirror. He was bald, and sickly thin, his hospital gown hanging loosely from his emaciated shoulders. His already white knuckles gripped the counter so hard they shook.
He had been "living" here for a while now; it felt more like he was dying a little more every day. His dark-lidded eyes were sunk into his wan face, and their sparkling blues were dulling a little more every time he looked at his r
Ambulancia: Part One“I don’t want to sing like no one’s listening anymore,” he said quietly.Ambulancia: Part One
“I want to sing like everyone hears me, like I’m on stage in front of a hundred million people, but I just don’t care what they think anymore. Because, in the end, I am singing for me, and not anyone else. But there’s something always holding me back, like a brick wall that I keep running into, face-first, but I don’t know what it is yet.”
“Do you understand what I’m trying to say?” he asked, pleadingly, his deep, lonely, tempestuous blue eyes searching her di
Blinding Sun and Blistering Sand and Best Shipmate
Suffering
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since you have recently added one of my drawings "Kiss" to your favorites, [i thank you for that] i thought that i'd tell you that i deleted that picture, but replaced it with a better one. so if you wouldd like to refave it, heres the link:
The Kiss
thank you so much!
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lub lub lubs... wisewasabi :3
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