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Inktober day 8: teeth
I’m sorry but the image of these two growing their hair out present mic style is hilarious
I have been given to much power at school as of late...
It concerns me greatly 😐
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But I can't stop! It's too much fun!
🤣🤣🤣
(For really I hope you enjoyed this green screen video I did)
It's the way they and the people who know them refere to those years in New Providence as a dream.
Some say it was a nightmare, and yes, it probably was, especially for James.
But you can't find in a nightmare someone who is so similar to you that you end up so often being unable to face for the fear of facing your same insecurities. You can't find someone who choses to walk by your side for the whole, dark and unsteady road toward a blurred, almost impossible future, just to make it possible for the two of you. You can't find someone who choses to love you without restrain, and to trust you, in the name of that love, giving their own life away in the hope that you will save yours.
This, you may find only in a dream. This is what they both did, in their own way, for one another. Miranda understood it. James almost did.
It's the way you go from bright colors but cold lights in 1705 to dark colors but warmer, secret, intimate lights in 1715.
Really, that's all.
It’s like she’s some sort of clock that’s finally struck its chime and woken me from this dream we’ve been living, reminded me how many years separate me from a world I still think of as home. How unrecognizable the woman I am now would be to the woman I was then.