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TheCreativeChristian SILVER, Enid, Oklahoma
5 articles 38 photos 33 comments

Favorite Quote:
"I can do all things who Christ who strengthens me." -Philippians 4:13

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By Domi.C
New York, New York
Domi.C, New York, New York
0 articles 2 photos 7 comments
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By artforever23
Centreville, Virginia
artforever23, Centreville, Virginia
0 articles 11 photos 2 comments
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By artforever23
Centreville, Virginia
artforever23, Centreville, Virginia
0 articles 11 photos 2 comments
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By Tsalagi515 BRONZE
McDonough,
Tsalagi515 BRONZE, McDonough,
1 article 24 photos 25 comments

Favorite Quote:
"Eh", - Me.

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By Kiwi-Fur BRONZE
Johnson City, Tennessee
Kiwi-Fur BRONZE, Johnson City, Tennessee
4 articles 12 photos 5 comments
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SaphiraBrightscales DIAMOND, Islamabad, Other
75 articles 16 photos 1143 comments

Favorite Quote:
I've learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.
- Maya Angelou
When i was little/I used to point a chubby finger toward the dark sky/And ask my father/why some stars moved and others didn’t/He would laugh and explain that some were airplanes/I still wish on them today ~ Laugh-It-Out
The feathers of a crow are black/The ink of my pen is blacker/The pain of my heart is blackest~ Mckay
If love produced a blossom/I’d take it in my palm/What a blessing, the bright color!/How soothing, such a balm!/I’d keep a petal for my own/The rest, drop from my hands/For such a flower would multiply/And populate the lands~ thesilentraven
And I began to rival legends/Long entombed before my birth./But for all my much envied fame/The lust for more would not abate./The plaques and prizes with my name/Will, like all things, disintegrate. ~ TheEpic95 now known as Helena_Noel

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By Natti SILVER
Mayfield, Other
Natti SILVER, Mayfield, Other
6 articles 10 photos 2 comments

Favorite Quote:
Colours, like features, follow the changes of the emotions.

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By emmabr BRONZE
Columbia, Maryland
emmabr BRONZE, Columbia, Maryland
1 article 33 photos 3 comments

Favorite Quote:
Outside the station, she stands with her child on the side of the street, taking pictures of cars.

You think she's insane. Until, one day, you notice that she's taking pictures of the license plates of the cars her child gets into.

Because you look. But you do not see.

And she walks out the shop with bags full of cat food. You think she's some crazy cat lady until you find out, she has no cats.

Because you eat. But you do not taste.

It's been a while since their last album but he assures you, he's doing just fine these days, white flecks in his nostrils. Then he asks you if he can spend the night on your couch, even though it stinks.

Because you sniff. But you do not smell.

And they say "Just OK" when you ask them how school was. Then you wonder what they're hiding until you find their diary and the last entry reads "I wish you'd give me some privacy."

Because you listen. But you do not hear.

And they've got a bruise over their eye and you run the tips of your fingers over it and ask them how it happened. You believe them. Until it happens again.

Because you touch. But you do not feel.

And they walk past you everyday, one million stories, each waiting to be told. Waiting for you to ask.

Because you live. But very few, love.

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By emmabr BRONZE
Columbia, Maryland
emmabr BRONZE, Columbia, Maryland
1 article 33 photos 3 comments

Favorite Quote:
Outside the station, she stands with her child on the side of the street, taking pictures of cars.

You think she's insane. Until, one day, you notice that she's taking pictures of the license plates of the cars her child gets into.

Because you look. But you do not see.

And she walks out the shop with bags full of cat food. You think she's some crazy cat lady until you find out, she has no cats.

Because you eat. But you do not taste.

It's been a while since their last album but he assures you, he's doing just fine these days, white flecks in his nostrils. Then he asks you if he can spend the night on your couch, even though it stinks.

Because you sniff. But you do not smell.

And they say "Just OK" when you ask them how school was. Then you wonder what they're hiding until you find their diary and the last entry reads "I wish you'd give me some privacy."

Because you listen. But you do not hear.

And they've got a bruise over their eye and you run the tips of your fingers over it and ask them how it happened. You believe them. Until it happens again.

Because you touch. But you do not feel.

And they walk past you everyday, one million stories, each waiting to be told. Waiting for you to ask.

Because you live. But very few, love.

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By Emily-Exray
Redmond, Oregon
Emily-Exray, Redmond, Oregon
0 articles 14 photos 12 comments

Favorite Quote:
"Through all windows, I see only infinity."
-Mark Z. Danielewski, House of Leaves

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By theAquarian GOLD
Wethersfield, Connecticut
theAquarian GOLD, Wethersfield, Connecticut
15 articles 15 photos 5 comments

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