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Inge Rutsaert
- Ghent, Belgium
- Last Record: 2013-05-21 06:36:52 -0500
- Joined: Oct 11, 2011
- http://ingerutsaert.tu...
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I'm playing hide-and-seek with my imaginary friend |
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As my story comes to a close I realize that I was the villain all along. |
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Your heart has a little empty corner. You won't even know I'm there- I'll be very quiet. |
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Sweet bird - Can you not fly? Do you not fear me? For I am the collector of winged souls. And once I've gathered enough of you, I soon shall be an angel too. |
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Rather mysteriously, the mysterious circumstances of the mystery remained in order to preserve the mystery behind it all. |
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Much as the dragon enjoyed watching a beautiful sunrise, he was happiest whenever he witnessed a knightfall...
heehee ;D |
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The day sleeper worked the night shift and took cat naps with his goldfish. |
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Being identical was such a bitch People could never tell which witch was which.. |
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An illustration for aimeecanto's tiny story 'Silence!'
'He wanted to scream to the world how much he loved her, but they were at the library, so he whispered.'
The way I pictured it with them hiding behind a book and being surrounded by books, I figured that it may as well be in a Library of Tiny Stories.
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He wanted to scream to the world how much he loved her, but they were at the library, so he whispered. |
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this was the house that love built upon a shaky ground that was not sound but carefully tended it rooted deep and withstood all things that dared come around |
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He read in the newspaper that cardiologists recommend riding a bike, so he started pedaling pedaling <... |
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I waited so paitiently. Then I fell a long, long way. Only to melt in some girl's hair.
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and when time comes for us we will hibernate in earthen belly one following the other like dessert after dinner |
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The man who could not tolerate catapillars never saw a butterfly |
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Under this umbrella I do an A Cappella and when it pours this song is always yours.
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My name is Hershel. I am 83 years old. I am always inside my apartment. ever since my love died I am affraid. sometimes, just to feel alive... I t... |
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there are plenty of fish in the deep blue sea but i just wish one of them would love me |
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Their silent eyes are whispering, You are not the first to enter here. Their wicked scars are promising, |
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You cannot fly on borrowed wings, sang the Choir to the Reaper.
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The early bird catches the worm. The bird who is late has a deadlier fate. |
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