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A Letter To My PastMy dearest youth,A Letter To My Past by ~RaindropsOnRoses21
There is so much I would like to tell you, but I shall try to fit it all into this letter. First, the obvious. Live life to the fullest, keep your friends close, and laughter really is the best medicine.
And now, a look into the future. With dull brown hair and tired looking eyes, you're certainly not the most beautiful, nor most popular. You do, however, have a few close friends. You're shy, quiet, and not as carefree as you are while reading this message. You will be teased, tormented even, but don't let it trouble you. Your future is bright, and there will be those special moments that show you how wonderful this worl
adam paul rollins.Adam Paul Rollins.adam paul rollins. by ~SongWorthSinging
He has the most gorgeous hazel-honey eyes that would cause any well mannered lady to gasp at the sight of them.
His smile is so very warm and inviting that it makes me grin at the very sight of his.
His hair is the softest shade of brown and feels absolutely spectacular against my neck when he kisses my décolletage.
His face is so stunningly beautiful that I can't help but glance at him every so often to make sure he's real.
His hands are ever so soft and I love to hold them within mine.
His legs always seem to get tangled up with mine whenever we're close to one another. I know he does it on purpose.
His lips a
Ankle Level SecretsI wore your heelsAnkle Level Secrets by ~TheMockingBird
The bright red pumps
With the diamond cutouts
Flashing bits of preteen skin
like I was Marilyn at ten
The boys, your sons,
Brothers by others' accounts
Laid blue blankets down
To cover imaginary puddles
hatless cops with big grins
I can still see my drowning ankles
Swallowed by fire-engine red leather
The bright licorice belt, knotted to fit
With the double-heart clasp dangling
Theatre DateJessie and Marcus had been dating for nearly two years now. At least once a week, they try to have a "date night." Whether this be staying in and having a movie marathon or going rollerblading in the park; this is their tradition. This week, Marcus wanted to take Jessie out to the movies. Unfortunately for Marcus, the only movie theatre within a 50 mile radius was where his psycho ex-girlfriend worked. Ah yes, the infamous Sarah. You see, Sarah hadn't taken the breakup very well. Ever since Marcus had said "It's over," Sarah had become somewhat of a stalker. She had even gone so far as to sitting on the roof of his car in the mornings. MarcusTheatre Date by ~lonely-tea-drinker
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