| Love at its sweetest... |


The Rose BoxIn a dusty attic, sitting in a round window sill where the sun filters through and bleaches the old linens and furniture sits a box. The box is small, about the size of a closed composition notebook and wooden. It is covered in green vines and red roses burst out from the etched wood. A golden keyhole locks the box. Now if a certain small girl with a certain key were to stumble upon this box and open it she would find a small treasure inside. Upon opening the box and lifting the lid her eyes would grow wide. For the box, lined in read velvet, has many trinkets in it for her. A tiny dancer twirls wheThe Rose Box


Soft ConfessionsThere was a soft breeze that ruffled her loose, off-the-shoulder top and hair. He watched her light bangs flutter; angled to the left and cut to just barely cover her eye at the lowest point, the right was even shorter except for a wisp of hair that had come loose from her ponytail and curved under her chin. The wind came stronger now and sent her hair flying, blonde mixing with red so you couldnt tell where the streaks lay in her natural coloring. Her laughter caught on the wind as she threw her arms out to let it catch her and send her back into him. He caught her around the waist and she looped her arms underSoft Confessions
If you want I could make you a 50x50 icon about kisa, without having to use other pics from the internet.
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" I love with a passion and with pure intelligence that flows through my mind, in short: I may love whom ever steals my heart."
Want a piece of me?
I thought not.
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" I love with a passion and with pure intelligence that flows through my mind, in short: I may love whom ever steals my heart."
Want a piece of me?
I thought not.
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