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Like a dream she had drifted from the room,  And like a dream she seemed unreal, and like a dream she was gone.

But his hand were another thing entirely; nimble fingers, smooth skin, even something as accurate as anatomical sketches could not capture what she saw.

a poem for all the mother figures in our lives-happy belated mother's day!

What would humanity do if we could live forever?

Where do we go once we aren't in this world anymore?

Beyond the Stars - Part 4

My friends and I came up with these...They are are weird, but really make you rethink everything.

Ran out of ideas? Here you go...

Rolling and crashing....they bellow...

the ending of Inside Out Series! Still collaborating with Mbapp10!

Love part 4! Some people have been longing for this one...

He breathed in, leaning closer. And I felt it; my pain, my hurt, my broken pieces disappearing. Sorry for the cliffhanger! I promise this will give a few answers...but more questions (^。^ )