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IM BACK!

New home!


New Internet!


I love you all and have missed you so much!

*hug hug hug hug hug hug*

-Emily, Toya, Hototo
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The Constant. [Real life]



"Just don't do it too often; it'll lose its special feel."

She herself knew that; and yet, she couldn't ignore that throbbing in her heart, that ignition of blood. The scent of the pouring rain teased her nose, her brain craving more of it.

But more than that, she wanted...

Without another second to spare, she raced from the kitchen upstairs to her bedroom. She ignored the irritated stomp from her rabbit as the door burst open, and she furiously pulled everything off of herself before yanking the black lace dress from its place on her dresser shelf. She pulled down on it until it rested as its length around her knees, framing her entire figure.

She didn't waste any time, however; she raced back down the stairs, and into the kitchen; the dog wasn't too far behind her.

Only parting paying attention to him, she opened the main door before swinging open the secondary door just enough so that the dog would have enough time to get out before the door shut and potentially clamped on his tail.

She ran; she ran and ran, the rain colliding with her form as it mercilessly fell from the sky. The scent of it was even stronger out here, and she felt that primitive side of her call out from within, relishing that moment of completely abandon. The dog remained near her, though he had a path of his own he wanted to take.

Suddenly, she stopped. She was out in the complete open, her entire being soaked by the rain. Yet she hardly paid it any mind. She ran her fingers through her drenched hair, raising arms to the sky, stepping backwards a bit; though not too far, so as to avoid falling to the ground. She didn't want to come back just yet.

This was her Paradise, her slice of complete and total freedom. Not one could touch her out here.
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Gift Poems ~ Mini poem requests

Well, I'm not a great artist, but I can write... decently.
The more I do these, the more I like doing them... I shall call them mini-poems...
If you'd like a short poem like one of these, feel free to ask : )
Though i'll warn you, my muse is very fickle.
Btw, do whatever you want with these. If your deer's name is on it put it whever you like.

Sorry if those don't make very much sense, my mind is an odd place <3
enjoy ~
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A letter to The Red

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#~# Memories #~# (Photosensitive Seizure Warning.)

Warning: Background may screw with your eyes and mind. If you are prone to seizures it may not be a good idea to view. The language contained within may be strong and explicit.
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Welcome to #~# Volek's Mind #~# (Photosensitive Seizure Warning.)

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