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Somewhere on a desert highway...
Created on 2002-06-12 14:33:48 (#592019), last updated 2009-10-25
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Basic Info| Name: | Your quiet heartbeats shine like millions |
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| Location: | London, United Kingdom |
| Website: | linniekin.net |
BioHey.
Welcome to my journal.
Feel free to add me as a friend. Sometimes I take a while to add people back ^_^
The views expressed here are my own and not necessarily those of my employer.
If she lived in space, man
I'd build a plane
Out of luck so beam me up
To hear her talking again
She painted pictures
That never dried
Always tried to keep the feeling alive
Need a crystal ball to see her in the morning
And magic eyes to read between the lines.
I take a wrong direction
From a shooting star
In the love dimension
Fading fast from taking this too far
That summer feeling is gonna fly
Always try and keep the feeling inside
Need a crystal ball to see her in the morning
And magic eyes to read between the lines
I took a wrong direction
From a shooting star
In the love dimension
Fading fast from taking this to far
Need a magic ball to see her in the morning
And crystal eyes to read between the lines
Need a magic ball to see her in the morning
And crystal eyes to read between the lines
Every night before he went to sleep, Harry ticked off another day on the piece of paper he had pinned to the wall, counting down to September the first.
"When I first met him ... he was the most gallant of lovers. He knew so many things. He delighted in sharing his knowledge, he had a castle filled with treasures, and he took such pleasure in showing them, giving them to me. He was so gentle, and his skin felt like white silk against my skin. And I gave what I could give to such as he. When we made love, it was like a flame. I felt utterly engulfed, utterly loved. Treasured. I have been with many poets, many dreamers ... but his love alone was ice and fire. His eyes were stars." - Calliope; The Sandman: The Wake - Neil Gaiman
So far this year, I've swum 22,500 metres.
(Last year I swam 40,000 metres - and I'm trying to beat that!)
Welcome to my journal.
Feel free to add me as a friend. Sometimes I take a while to add people back ^_^
The views expressed here are my own and not necessarily those of my employer.
If she lived in space, man
I'd build a plane
Out of luck so beam me up
To hear her talking again
She painted pictures
That never dried
Always tried to keep the feeling alive
Need a crystal ball to see her in the morning
And magic eyes to read between the lines.
I take a wrong direction
From a shooting star
In the love dimension
Fading fast from taking this too far
That summer feeling is gonna fly
Always try and keep the feeling inside
Need a crystal ball to see her in the morning
And magic eyes to read between the lines
I took a wrong direction
From a shooting star
In the love dimension
Fading fast from taking this to far
Need a magic ball to see her in the morning
And crystal eyes to read between the lines
Need a magic ball to see her in the morning
And crystal eyes to read between the lines
Every night before he went to sleep, Harry ticked off another day on the piece of paper he had pinned to the wall, counting down to September the first.
"When I first met him ... he was the most gallant of lovers. He knew so many things. He delighted in sharing his knowledge, he had a castle filled with treasures, and he took such pleasure in showing them, giving them to me. He was so gentle, and his skin felt like white silk against my skin. And I gave what I could give to such as he. When we made love, it was like a flame. I felt utterly engulfed, utterly loved. Treasured. I have been with many poets, many dreamers ... but his love alone was ice and fire. His eyes were stars." - Calliope; The Sandman: The Wake - Neil Gaiman
So far this year, I've swum 22,500 metres.
(Last year I swam 40,000 metres - and I'm trying to beat that!)
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