Red string is now blood 

and may have always been, 

hands bound in guilt 

and shame, 

hands that 

were never enough 

and always to blame.

.all.in.these.perspectives.

.all.in.these.perspectives., originally uploaded by DeeAshley.

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.Just.Right.

Here's to Us

Here's to Us, originally uploaded by DeeAshley.

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Don't worry about me.

It's (Not) Love if You (N)Ever Saw His Face.

It's (Not) Love if You (N)Ever Saw His Face., originally uploaded by DeeAshley.

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I want HIM to feel ME al(l.over) my body and cAREss my SOul like No ONE HAS dONE beFORe.

I want to feel the love FREEly given to me – I must(!) fight THE dark and figure out who I REALly am KISSing.

****
(&)i-
(&)him-
(&)me-
.are.so.none.has.one.for.free.)

(.the.real.kiss.)

Seeing for the First Time

Seeing for the First Time, originally uploaded by gogoloopie.

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I remember.

We Are Made Of Stars After All . . .

We Are Made Of Stars After All . . ., originally uploaded by gogoloopie.

Mind in Flight

Mind in Flight, originally uploaded by gogoloopie.

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"Actual happiness always looks pretty squalid in comparison with the overcompensations for misery. And of course stability isn't nearly so spectacular as instability. And being contented has none of the glamour of a good fight against misfortune, none of the picturesqueness of a struggle with temptation, or a fatal overthrow by passion or doubt. Happiness is never grand." Aldous Huxley, Brave New World