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Quiet in the Library

I felt my way up the steps with my walking cane, my foot glided through some liquid, must’ve been water. ‘This is the Library, right?’ A man was guarding the entrance, he looked me up and down, then snickered ‘Yeah, this is it kid but what is someone with your er… qualities need in a library?’ I… read more

•WhoAreYou•

It doesn't interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing. It doesn't interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love for your dream for the adventure of being alive. It… read more

Hey whoever may see this what i would like is if someone could chat to me whist i an shrivelled up poorly in my bed thanks :)

A well know favorite on my mind:

The Invitation, a poem by Oriah Mountain Dreamer It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing. It doesn’t interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for… read more