| one day i saw a dream of you. we were with one of our friends in the train. after he left, we secretly headed for a castle. a place nobody knows, a place we dont even know. it was on a hill. your hand was warm and small. but my hand was still even smaller. we both knew what our plan was. even without saying. tacit understanding. when you said that you were coming to the airport. when i said that i was going to see you in a year again. the ferris wheel in the morning air. the neon is too bright in the silence. and i know that i will feel your hand soon again. and you will tell me that im being silly. the only place i feel right for being. the reason why you are still my hero. the reason why i never wanna let you go. waking up in the morning. all you left me this time was warmth of your hand. |









i was wondering if get a spare 10 mins, whether you could take a look at a presentation I have made on the topic of self-portraiture and the online profile picture?
heres the link - [link]
kind regards
john
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The Protean Self Project
Proteus; the Greek Sea God of multiple forms. The protean self evinces mockery and self-mockery, irony, absurdity and humour.
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Eemi
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Soon as the evening shades prevail, The moon takes up the wondrous tale, And nightly to the listening earth Repeats the story of her birth. -Joseph Addison
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"SHITMAN!" lmao, double meaning ;]
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"Instead of complaining about Rose bushes having thorns, be happy that thorn bushes bloom."
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Butterfly wings and fairy tale kings
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love is poison.
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hams Mom, who would wear a yam?!?!?
that's right pineapple, you too sweet to spell!
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love is poison.
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