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Vegan Dollhouse https://vegandollhouse.com › stories Goth Core Cookies Recipes Black Cocoa Cookies published on January 16, 2023 Vegan Goth Cookies. Black cocoa heart cookies with mint spider web icing. Vegan Dollhouse recipe · Opening/recipes/halloween-heart-cookies/. 14 soft and fluffy cookies. The spider web icing gives them the slightest hint of mint, pairing well with the rich chocolate cookie flavor. These cookies are organic and naturally colored. They’re even lower in sugar than the average vegan valentines cookies. vegan Valentine’s Day cookies. Black Cocoa Cookies Ingredients ½ cup (125g) organic, raw, or vegan sugar ½ cup (110g) vegan butter or margarine ¾ teaspoons (3g) vanilla extract 2 ½ tablespoons (37g) nondairy milk ½ tablespoon (4-5g) cornstarch ⅛ teaspoon sea salt ¼ teaspoon (1g) baking soda ½ tablespoon (7g) baking powder (I use the non-aluminum kind) 1 ¼ cups (162g) unbleached, all-purpose flour ¼ cup (30g) cocoa powder 2 tablespoons (10g) black cocoa powder Black Cocoa Cookies Directions make dough: 20 min + chill dough: 30 min + roll, cut, and fill cookie sheets: 25 min + chill cookies before transferring: 10 min + bake: 10 min = 1 hour and 30 min total time Blend ½ cup (125g) of sugar in the blender to turn it into a finer grain sugar. If you don’t have a blender, skip this step. Mix the blended sugar with ½ cup (110g) of vegan butter on a fast speed using a stand mixer fitted with the paddle attachment for 2-3 minutes. Stop the mixer, scrape the sides with a baking spatula, and turn the mixer back on again for another 2-3 minutes. If you don’t have a stand mixer, you can use a handheld electric mixer or mix by hand. If you mix by hand, you might want to do it while you watch tv or something because it will take awhile. You’ll know this step is done when the consistency of the butter and sugar are light and fluffy. Add ¾ teaspoons (3g) of vanilla and 2 ½ tablespoons (37g) nondairy milk to the butter and sugar, and mix again for 1 minute. Sift ½ tablespoon (4-5g) organic cornstarch, ⅛ teaspoon sea salt, ¼ teaspoon (1g) baking soda, ½ tablespoon (7g) baking powder, 1 ¼ cups (162g) flour, ¼ cup (30g) cocoa powder, and 2 tablespoons (10g) black cocoa powder into the mixing bowl. Attach the pouring shield (or cover the mixer with a kitchen towel if you don’t have the shield). Mix on low-medium speed for 1 minute. Stop the mixer, scrape the sides (and bottom) of the mixing bowl with a baking spatula, and mix again. Wrap the black cookie dough in 1-2 pieces of cling wrap or 1-2 plastic produce bags. Flatten the dough into 1-2 thin discs so they chill faster and more thoroughly. Chill the dough for a minimum of 30 minutes in the freezer (or overnight in the fridge). This recipe works best if the dough is chilled for 24 hours in the fridge. The dough will roll the smoothest if it chills longer. Preheat the oven to 350ºF (175ºC). Remove the dough from the fridge or freezer, and unwrap it. Sandwich the dough in between 2 pieces of parchment paper or 2 silicone rolling mats. Roll the dough by rolling your rolling pin on top of the top piece of parchment paper or silicone rolling mat. I rolled mine ¼ inch (6mm) thick. If your rolling pin doesn’t have a way to measure the thickness, get a new one. Just kidding. You can set 2 metal straws on either side of your dough and roll on the pencils. They will keep you from rolling your dough too thinly. Peel the top layer of parchment paper or the top silicone mat carefully off of the rolled out dough. If a little bit of cookie dough sticks to the top layer when you peel it off, this just means that your dough is too warm. Your cookies will still taste great. If you want a very smooth cookie, chill your cookie dough longer. Press your heart-shaped cookie cutter into the dough, as close to the edges as possible. Transfer the cookie cutouts by slipping your parchment paper or rolling mat onto a cutting board or tray and transferring them to the freezer. Freeze the cookies for at least 10 minutes. This will make them strong enough for you to transfer them off of your rolling surface onto baking sheets without breaking them. At this point in the process, it’s been 6 minutes since I started preheating my oven. Line two baking sheets with parchment paper. Rewrap any remaining cookie dough scraps that you might have leftover from rolling that batch, and place it in the freezer to continue chilling. Remove the black cocoa cookies from the freezer after 10 minutes (you can leave them in longer if you have time). Transfer the cookies (carefully) to the parchment-lined cookie sheets. I do this by folding my rolling mat in a way that looks like I’m peeling it off of the bottoms of the cookies. Leave a little space between each cookie for them to expand a bit when they bake. This step of transferring cookies to the baking sheet takes about 2 minutes. Slide the cookie sheet (or cookie sheets if you filled more than one) into the oven, once it’s preheated to 350ºF (175ºC). Bake for 9-10 minutes in a 350ºF (175ºC) oven. Gather all the dough scraps and combine them with the dough that’s wrapped in the freezer. Repeat all the steps again: roll, stamp, chill, transfer, bake. Remove the tray(s) of baked cookies from the oven when your timer goes off. Let the black cocoa cookies sit on the cookie sheet for 2-3 minutes before you transfer them to a cooling rack. Trace the outline of a heart on your first heart cookie using this decorating icing. Draw a smaller heart on the inside of the cookie. Draw lines connecting the smaller inner heart to the larger outer heart. Draw the curved lines connecting the straight lines, just like a spider web. Repeat this design on all the black cocoa cookies. Dry the cookie icing by leaving the spider web cookies on the counter overnight (or for a minimum of 5 hours).

Thursday, May 29, 2014 Gardening 101 “Gardening” can be intimidating. Regardless of where you are in the process, there is always room for improvement. The great thing about gardening is that you can make mistakes, learn from those mistakes, and still enjoy the process. It’s probably a fine time to emphasize that this is true of cultivating our own lives as well as cultivating plants and flowers. This might begin to read a bit cheesy but if you’ve ever been lost, you know what I mean. We have to keep tilling, seeding, fertilizing, mulching, weeding and pruning. Unless you have an exotic rose bush, this might seem easy to do as an experienced gardener of which I am not. I learned, as many gardeners do, through trial and error. Believe me; I have made my share of mistakes. Here are a few tips that I have found to be helpful. Take care of your investment—YOU! If you’re not in a good place, get out. And for goodness sake, find a good therapist. I can’t emphasize this enough. Don’t underestimate talk therapy. Rediscovering yourself takes time and a good therapist will only encourage you to be the best version of you. Just as plants need space to grow, so do you. Space can be physical (an apartment, a house, a room! Virginia Woolf wrote an entire essay on this. Sandra Cisneros wrote a beautiful poem “A House Of My Own”) or it can be symbolic space (a journal, a block of time to go for a walk, a therapist’s office!). As my life changed, I left a house and land to move into a small apartment. This is where I started gardening in pots. I knew nothing about gardening so the first plant I picked, I picked from what I affectionately call “the death and dying” section also known as the discount plants section. The plant I picked up was colorful but creepy. I learned it was a bromeliad, a tropical plant which I wasn’t actually aware of at the time. It turns out that bromeliads are “undemanding and easy to grow” a quick Google search tells me. I don’t recall searching for any care instructions at the time. I decided to wing it (the opposite of how I typically approach my life). I loved the bloom. What I didn’t realize is that bromeliadsbloom a single time… then they die. Great. Sigh. But wait! I did a bit of research and knew to look forward to “pups”, growing buds at the base of the leaves. These pups are ready to be separated when they are about half the size of the mother plant and should be removed by cutting with a sharp knife or clippers as close to the mother plant as possible. I had no idea that I would be performing surgery. Nevertheless, I ended up with three pups after the mother passed away. I would be lying if I wrote that this didn’t break my heart but with the pups came new flowers and new pups; and, all Goths know that Death is part of Life. Not all plants require the same amount of fertilizer or water. I learned that I’m a “slow processor” so when I am hurt or upset, it takes me quite a while to understand why. Pay attention to your climate. The USDA Hardiness Zone Map divides North America into 11 separate zones with each zone being 10°F warmer (or colder) than the adjacent zone. I require a great deal of indirect sunlight. I lived in Massachusetts for a while and could not hack it. It was overcast and dreary. My little Goth heart needs sunlight… just not direct sunlight. I always use a parasol when I go for walks which I enjoy doing in town to look at the various Victorian style homes and in my favorite garden cemetery, Hollywood Cemetery. As I mentioned before, know that sometimes it is trial and error. Posted by Goth Gardener at 7:23 PM

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Activated Charcoal Goth Latte recipe - paleo, keto-friendly, dairy-free Goth latte recipe & content provided by Ryan Carter. Goth lattes are here to stay — and not just because they look amazing on your Instagram feed. Home / Recipes / Eating Healthy|October 4, 2024 Activated charcoal lattes make the perfect choice when you need a quick detox. Unlike other supplements you take to absorb their nutrients, activated charcoal helps bind and flush out unwanted toxins. Plus, it can give your digestive system a b͞reak from occasional bloating and gas. When I prepare my goth latte, I prefer to enjoy it in the evening to wind down before bed. This approach allows the activated charcoal to do its magic while I rest and recharge for the day ahead. If you try this activated charcoal latte, avoid taking medications or supplements at least one hour (or preferably longer) before you enjoy it. Since activated charcoal is so potent, it may negate the benefits you would get from supplements. My goth latte contains 4 ingredients and takes 5 minutes to prepare. I use full-fat coconut milk for a richer taste with no added water or sugar that you’ll find in lighter-fat options. Plus, this activated charcoal latte gets a touch of flavor from powdered vanilla bean and raw honey (though you can also use other keto-friendly sweeteners like stevia). Enjoy this goth latte for an afternoon snack as dark as your soul. 😉 Activated Charcoal Goth Latte Start to Finish: 5 minutes Ingredients: 1 cup full-fat coconut milk (BPA-free) 1 cup filtered hot water 1/2 teaspoon powdered vanilla bean, or a few drops of vanilla extract 2 capsules of activated coconut charcoal 1/2 teaspoon raw honey, stevia powder, or birch xylitol Instructions: In a saucepan on medium heat, warm coconut milk and water for a few minutes or until heated. While milk heats, break open charcoal capsules and empty into a small bowl. Discard capsule coatings. Add milk and water mixture to a blender. Add charcoal, honey, and vanilla and blend for 30 seconds to 1 minute, or until frothy. Pour the goth latte into a tall glass. If desired, garnish with additional charcoal or vanilla bean powder. Makes: Serves 1 Nutritional Information (Per Serving): Calories: 446 Protein: 3.3g Carbs: 14.1g Fiber: 15.3g Sugar: 11.9g Sugar Alcohols: 0g Net Carbs: 12.3g Fat: 42g Saturated Fat: 37g Polyunsaturated Fat: 0.46g Monounsaturated Fat: 1.78g Trans Fat: 0.31g Cholesterol: 0mg Salt: 24mg Potassium: 469mg Vitamin C: 2mg Calcium: 8mg Iron: 2mg Zinc: 1mg Note on ingredients: Avoid taking medicati0ns or supplements at least one hour (or preferably longer) before you enjoy this recipe. Since activated charcoal is so potent, it may negate the benefits you would get from these treatments. Statements made on this website have not been evaluated by the U.S. Food and Drug Administration. Products sold on this website are not intended to diagnose, treat, cure, or prevent any dısease. Information provided by this website or this company is not a substitute for direct, individual medical treatment or advice. It is the responsibility of you and your healthcare providers to make all decisions regarding your health. Bulletproof recommends that you consult with your healthcare providers regarding the diagnosis and treatment of any disease‎ or condıtıon.

WEDNESDAY, DECEMBER 21, 2011 DIY Gothy Hair Bows in Two Easy Steps I decided I wanted a hair bow with trailing ribbons, maybe due to memories of the braided ribbon barrettes that were THE thing when I was a little girl. The first bow I made was so easy that I made another.. and another... and another... They are really fun to make. :-) Step one: Make a bow with fabric, lace or wide ribbon. This can be done by cutting the material to your desired size and then folding or squishing it together in the middle. Tie the middle with a piece of thin ribbon, leaving plenty of extra ribbon hanging. Step two: Tie the bow to the barrette. Do this by running the thin ribbon under the metal arc on the back of the barrette and tying in tight knots. You can then leave the ribbons trailing or cut them. I like to add a drop of hot glue over the knots for extra security. Note: Before tying, consider if you want the barrette to open on the left or right. One option will be easier for you, depending on how you wear the bow and whether you're right- or left-handed. For a pair of bows to wear on either side of your head, I suggest making one with the barrette opening on the left and one opening on the right. If you want a simple bow, you are done! Or you can add more ribbon, beads, lace, charms... whatever suits your fancy. Posted by J.Bane

Thursday 28 December 2017 Black Poison Candy Apples DIY Christmas is over, but it's still the season for sweets, if there's ever actually a time that it isn't. I've long wanted to have a go at making black candy apples. I don't recall ever making ordinary candy apples, so this was a bit of an experiment. I'm not sure it went all that well :p No doubt you can do a better job! But it was fun and I do feel inspired to try other kinds of candy apples in future. So, I wouldn't exactly call this a recipe, but here are the ingredients and method I used this time around... Ingredients: 3 cups sugar 1/2 cup corn syrup (I used caramel sugar syrup) 3/4 cup water Apples Black gel food dye The plastic straws I used are the ones that normally come with these completely awesome skull drinking glasses. I found this amount probably enough to coat 6 apples. Method: 1. Wash and dry your apples, and remove the stems. Stick the straws or sticks firmly into the dimple. 2. Combine all ingredients into a pot, heat on medium high until boiling. 3. Let boil, stirring intermittently, for 20 minutes. If you have a candy thermometer, your liquid candy should reach 300˚F, the "hard crack stage". 4. Remove the pot from heat, and let it cool slightly. Roll the apples in the liquid candy, and place onto a sheet of non-stick baking paper. 5. I would suggest perhaps refrigeration afterwards to help them set and stay hard.

| © Generally Gothic 𝕺𝖉𝖊 𝖔𝖓 𝕸𝖊𝖑𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖍𝖔𝖑𝖞 No, no, go not to Lethe, neither twist Wolf’s-bane, tight-rooted, for its poisonous wine; Nor suffer thy pale forehead to be kiss’d By nightshade, ruby grape of Proserpine; Make not your rosary of yew-berries, Nor let the beetle, nor the death-moth be Your mournful Psyche, nor the downy owl A partner in your sorrow’s mysteries; For shade to shade will come too drowsily, And drown the wakeful anguish of the soul. But when the melancholy fit shall fall Sudden from heaven like a weeping cloud, That fosters the droop-headed flowers all, And hides the green hill in an April shroud; Then glut thy sorrow on a morning rose, Or on the rainbow of the salt sand-wave, Or on the wealth of globed peonies; Or if thy mistress some rich anger shows, Emprison her soft hand, and let her rave, And feed deep, deep upon her peerless eyes. She dwells with Beauty—Beauty that must die; And Joy, whose hand is ever at his lips Bidding adieu; and aching Pleasure nigh, Turning to poison while the bee-mouth sips: Ay, in the very temple of Delight Veil’d Melancholy has her sovran shrine, Though seen of none save him whose strenuous tongue Can burst Joy’s grape against his palate fine; His soul shalt taste the sadness of her might, And be among her cloudy trophies hung. – John Keats, 1820

WEDNESDAY, AUGUST 24, 2011 Paint It Black "Paint it black" is probably the most fundamental tenet of gothic decorating on a budget. I recently went thrifting and found several items that could be transformed into treasures with a coat of paint. Behold the loot: Rust-Oleum Universal - Metallic - Satin Nickel ($6): I found the handle/spray button clunky and a little awkward. It was more like an atomizer, with the spray forming a cloud rather than hitting the object. Cap accurately represents the color. Final result looks good. Sometimes a goth needs a little shiny silver. :) ColorPlace - Black Satin: To be blunt, this stuff is crap. Terrible coverage and the spray button spit out droplets. I think I paid two bucks; not worth it. Krylon Indoor/Outdoor- Black Satin ($3.25): Rotating spray button is a little odd; I didn't find any advantage in rotating it. Good coverage. Dries very quickly. Does not play well with plastic (but it doesn't purport to be for plastic). Rust-Oleum - Black Satin ($4.75): I liked the wide spray button; easy to aim. Excellent coverage. Dries more slowly than Krylon. I would choose this over Krylon unless I was in a major hurry. Rust-Oleum - Hammered - Black ($5.75): Great for giving a wrought iron look. Good coverage. Spray button will spit droplets if you don't shake the can frequently. Cap accurately represents the color and texture. Final result looks good. Minwax Fast-Drying Polyurethane - Clear Satin ($7.50): Good stuff. I like it better than brush-on polyurethane because if sprayed properly, it gives an extremely smooth finish. Rust-Oleum Painters' Touch - Primer and Satin Black (not shown) ($3.75): Highly recommended. Wide spray button is comfy and easy to aim. Best coverage of any paint I tried. Rust-Oleum Painters' Touch - Metallic - Aluminum ($3.75): I like this MUCH better than the Universal metallic. The aluminum color is super shiny; I used it for coverage and then toned it down with a light coat of the Universal Satin Nickel. In summary: Rust-Oleum Painter's Touch will be my first choice in the future. Krylon would be a good second choice. Posted by J.Bane

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TUESDAY, OCTOBER 11, 2011 Easy and Inexpensive DIY Jewelry Display With this simple and inexpensive project, you can put your jewelry on display to enjoy every day. Cost: $5-15 Materials needed: picture frame velvet or other fabric cork tile cardboard duct tape scissors utility knife ruler or measuring tape stapler {optional} Your picture frame can be any size but needs to have enough depth to accommodate the cork and cardboard. No glass is needed. I used an 11" x 14" frame. You can use any opaque fabric of your choice. Black velvet makes an especially lovely backdrop for silver jewelry. I used pieces of a $4 velvet skirt from a thrift store. Cork tiles and rolls are sold in various sizes online and at many craft and office supply stores. A package of four 12" x 12" tiles costs about $10. Begin by cutting your cork tile and your cardboard to the proper size to fit into the back of your frame. If you have glass from the frame, you can use it as a template. I like to use a utility knife and ruler; scissors will also work. Cover the tile with fabric by placing the fabric right side down, placing the cork on top, and wrapping the fabric around to the back of the cork. Trim the fabric as needed; secure with staples or tape. Place the fabric-covered cork face down into the back of the frame, then place the cardboard on top of the cork. Secure with duct tape. Turn frame over to reveal your completed project! Use pins to hang your jewelry on the display.

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𝕭𝖊𝖆𝖚𝖙𝖎𝖋𝖚𝖑 𝕽𝖔𝖆𝖉𝖘 𝖔𝖋𝖙𝖊𝖓 𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖉 𝖙𝖔 𝖇𝖊𝖆𝖚𝖙𝖎𝖋𝖚𝖑 𝖉𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖘

ℑ 𝔡𝔬𝔫'𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔨 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔞 𝔩𝔦𝔢 𝔠𝔞𝔫 𝔠𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔢 𝔞 𝔩𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔟𝔬𝔫𝔡 𝔦𝔫 𝔞 𝔯𝔢𝔩𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔰𝔥𝔦𝔭, 𝔬𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔱𝔯𝔞𝔯𝔶, 𝔦𝔱 𝔟𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔨𝔰 𝔡𝔬𝔴𝔫 𝔞 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢 𝔣𝔯𝔬𝔪 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔣𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔡𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔰. 𝔉𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔰𝔱 𝔦𝔫𝔱𝔬 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔞𝔟𝔶𝔰𝔰 𝔬𝔣 𝔰𝔲𝔣𝔣𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤, 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔶 𝔠𝔬𝔩𝔩𝔞𝔭𝔰𝔢 𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔭𝔩𝔢𝔱𝔢𝔩𝔶, 𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔰𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔰 𝔦𝔫𝔱𝔬 𝔪𝔲𝔡.

-`ღ´-𝔚𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢 𝔦𝔰 𝔪𝔲𝔱𝔲𝔞𝔩, 𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔶 𝔠𝔬𝔯𝔫𝔢𝔯 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔬𝔲𝔩 𝔰𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔢𝔰, 𝔞𝔰 𝔦𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔡𝔞𝔶 𝔥𝔞𝔡 𝔫𝔬 𝔢𝔫𝔡.

𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔤𝔲𝔞𝔯𝔡𝔦𝔞𝔫 𝔬𝔣 𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱 𝔴𝔞𝔰 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔞 𝔥𝔢 𝔞𝔰 𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔶𝔬𝔫𝔢 𝔰𝔲𝔰𝔭𝔢𝔠𝔱𝔢𝔡….𝔦𝔱 𝔴𝔞𝔰 𝔞 𝔨𝔢𝔶….𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔱𝔢𝔠𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫 𝔣𝔯𝔬𝔪 𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔰𝔢 𝔰𝔥𝔢 𝔠𝔞𝔯𝔢𝔡 𝔫𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔬 𝔰𝔢𝔢 𝔞𝔤𝔞𝔦𝔫, 𝔞 𝔴𝔞𝔶 𝔱𝔬 𝔯𝔢𝔪𝔞𝔦𝔫 𝔩𝔬𝔠𝔨𝔢𝔡 𝔦𝔫𝔰𝔦𝔡𝔢 𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔰𝔢𝔠𝔯𝔢𝔱 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔩𝔡 𝔲𝔫𝔱𝔦𝔩 𝔰𝔥𝔢 𝔣𝔢𝔩𝔱 𝔦𝔱 𝔥𝔞𝔡 𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔤𝔢𝔡 𝔢𝔫𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥 𝔱𝔬 𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔬𝔲𝔱 𝔬𝔯 𝔭𝔢𝔬𝔭𝔩𝔢 𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔤𝔢𝔡 𝔢𝔫𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥 𝔱𝔬 𝔟𝔢 𝔦𝔫𝔳𝔦𝔱𝔢𝔡 𝔦𝔫

𝙎𝙄𝙇𝙀𝙉𝙏 𝙒𝙃𝙄𝙎𝙋𝙀𝙍𝙎 Today. You smiled at me. Your voice rang through the phone, sentimental dreams shared. A crusader against my nightmares. I watched you blow out your birthday candles, silent whispers of divine wishes floating out with the call. Your wish was to no longer exist, amongst the cries of the sky. So, you held in your final goodbyes, keeping those words withheld, as the hit of grim made your world go dim. Today, We buried you.

𝔇𝔦𝔡 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔣𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔦𝔫 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔦𝔯 𝔰𝔬𝔲𝔩, 𝔬𝔯 𝔧𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔞𝔶 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔶 𝔩𝔞𝔲𝔤𝔥𝔢𝔡, 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔪𝔱𝔥 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔦𝔯 𝔢𝔶𝔢𝔰, 𝔥𝔬𝔴 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔩𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔠𝔞𝔲𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔦𝔯 𝔰𝔪𝔦𝔩𝔢, 𝔪𝔞𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔬𝔯𝔡𝔦𝔫𝔞𝔯𝔶 𝔣𝔢𝔢𝔩 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢 𝔪𝔞𝔤𝔦𝔠? 𝔇𝔦𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔞𝔶 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔶 𝔡𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔪 𝔴𝔯𝔞𝔭 𝔞𝔯𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔡 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱, 𝔬𝔯 𝔴𝔞𝔰 𝔦𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔦𝔯 𝔤𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔩𝔢 𝔱𝔬𝔲𝔠𝔥, 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔞𝔶 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔶 𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔫𝔢𝔡 𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔰𝔭𝔬𝔨𝔢, 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔡𝔰 𝔭𝔞𝔦𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔩𝔡? 𝔏𝔬𝔳𝔢 𝔦𝔰𝔫’𝔱 𝔞𝔩𝔴𝔞𝔶𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔤𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔰𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤; 𝔰𝔬𝔪𝔢𝔱𝔦𝔪𝔢𝔰 𝔦𝔱’𝔰 𝔧𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔱𝔴𝔬 𝔭𝔢𝔬𝔭𝔩𝔢, 𝔩𝔬𝔰𝔱 𝔦𝔫 𝔪𝔬𝔪𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔰, 𝔣𝔦𝔫𝔡𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔥𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔦𝔫 𝔢𝔞𝔠𝔥 𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯’𝔰 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱

𝔏𝔦𝔣𝔢 𝔦𝔰 𝔪𝔬𝔰𝔱 𝔟𝔢𝔞𝔲𝔱𝔦𝔣𝔲𝔩 𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔶𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔦𝔰 𝔡𝔬𝔫𝔢 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔭𝔩𝔢𝔱𝔢 𝔥𝔲𝔪𝔦𝔩𝔦𝔱𝔶

ℑ𝔣 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔣𝔬𝔩𝔩𝔬𝔴 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔭𝔞𝔱𝔥, 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔥𝔬𝔩𝔢 𝔘𝔫𝔦𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔰𝔢 𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔢𝔰 𝔱𝔬 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔞𝔦𝔡

-ღ´-𝕿𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖖𝖚𝖔𝖙𝖊 𝖊𝖝𝖕𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖘𝖊𝖘 𝖆 𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖋𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖉 𝖘𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖒𝖊𝖓𝖙 𝖔𝖋 𝖘𝖕𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖙𝖚𝖆𝖑 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖊𝖒𝖔𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖆𝖑 𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖓𝖊𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖙𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖘𝖈𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖘 𝖕𝖍𝖞𝖘𝖎𝖈𝖆𝖑 𝖉𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖊. “𝖄𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖇𝖔𝖉𝖞 𝖎𝖘 𝖆𝖜𝖆𝖞 𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖒 𝖒𝖊, 𝖇𝖚𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖎𝖘 𝖆 𝖜𝖎𝖓𝖉𝖔𝖜 𝖔𝖕𝖊𝖓 𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖒 𝖒𝖞 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖙 𝖙𝖔 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗𝖘,” 𝖘𝖕𝖊𝖆𝖐𝖘 𝖙𝖔 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖎𝖉𝖊𝖆 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖓 𝖜𝖍𝖊𝖓 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖉 𝖔𝖓𝖊𝖘 𝖆𝖗𝖊 𝖕𝖍𝖞𝖘𝖎𝖈𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖞 𝖆𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖙, 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖗𝖊𝖒𝖆𝖎𝖓𝖘 𝖆𝖓 𝖔𝖕𝖊𝖓 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖓𝖓𝖊𝖑 𝖔𝖋 𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖒𝖚𝖓𝖎𝖈𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖓𝖊𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖗𝖔𝖚𝖌𝖍 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖙.-ღ´-ღ´-

-`ღ´-𝔚𝔢 𝔪𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔩𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔫 𝔱𝔬 𝔱𝔞𝔨𝔢 𝔠𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔭𝔢𝔬𝔭𝔩𝔢 𝔴𝔥𝔬 𝔡𝔬 𝔲𝔰 𝔤𝔬𝔬𝔡, 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔬𝔫𝔢𝔰 𝔴𝔥𝔬 𝔴𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡 𝔴𝔞𝔦𝔱 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔱𝔯𝔞𝔦𝔫𝔰 𝔧𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔱𝔬 𝔰𝔢𝔢 𝔲𝔰 𝔞𝔤𝔞𝔦𝔫, 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔬𝔫𝔢𝔰 𝔴𝔥𝔬 𝔴𝔞𝔦𝔱 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔲𝔰 𝔬𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔤𝔯𝔞𝔶 𝔡𝔞𝔶𝔰 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔬𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔟𝔢𝔞𝔲𝔱𝔦𝔣𝔲𝔩 𝔬𝔫𝔢𝔰 𝔱𝔬𝔬…＊•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙˚＊•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙˚▪︎ 𝔚𝔢 𝔪𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔩𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔫 𝔱𝔬 𝔱𝔞𝔨𝔢 𝔠𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔭𝔢𝔬𝔭𝔩𝔢 𝔴𝔥𝔬 𝔡𝔬 𝔲𝔰 𝔤𝔬𝔬𝔡, 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔬𝔫𝔢𝔰 𝔴𝔥𝔬 𝔴𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡 𝔴𝔞𝔦𝔱 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔱𝔯𝔞𝔦𝔫𝔰 𝔧𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔱𝔬 𝔰𝔢𝔢 𝔲𝔰 𝔞𝔤𝔞𝔦𝔫, 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔬𝔫𝔢𝔰 𝔴𝔥𝔬 𝔴𝔞𝔦𝔱 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔲𝔰 𝔬𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔤𝔯𝔞𝔶 𝔡𝔞𝔶𝔰 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔬𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔟𝔢𝔞𝔲𝔱𝔦𝔣𝔲𝔩 𝔬𝔫𝔢𝔰 𝔱𝔬𝔬

𝔠𝔞𝔰𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔟𝔲𝔯𝔡𝔢𝔫 𝔬𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔩𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔥𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔰𝔲𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔦𝔫 𝔶𝔬𝔲; 𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔥𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔫𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔭𝔢𝔯𝔪𝔦𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔯𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔢𝔬𝔲𝔰 𝔱𝔬 𝔟𝔢 𝔰𝔥𝔞𝔨𝔢𝔫

𝔰𝔲𝔯𝔢𝔩𝔶, 𝔤𝔬𝔬𝔡𝔫𝔢𝔰𝔰 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔪𝔢𝔯𝔠𝔶 𝔰𝔥𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔣𝔬𝔩𝔩𝔬𝔴 𝔪𝔢 𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔡𝔞𝔶𝔰 𝔬𝔣 𝔪𝔶 𝔩𝔦𝔣𝔢; 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔦 𝔴𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔡𝔴𝔢𝔩𝔩 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔰𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔩𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯

𝔟𝔲𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔩𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔦𝔰 𝔣𝔞𝔦𝔱𝔥𝔣𝔲𝔩, 𝔴𝔥𝔬 𝔴𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔢𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔟𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔥 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔤𝔲𝔞𝔯𝔡 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔣𝔯𝔬𝔪 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔢𝔳𝔦𝔩 𝔬𝔫𝔢

ℌ𝔞𝔭𝔭𝔦𝔫𝔢𝔰𝔰 𝔦𝔰 𝔣𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔡 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔢𝔡 𝔪𝔬𝔪𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔬𝔫𝔩𝔶 𝔶𝔬𝔲 & ℑ 𝔲𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔫𝔡 ℑ𝔫 𝔴𝔥𝔦𝔰𝔭𝔢𝔯𝔰 𝔰𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔢𝔡, 𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔰 𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔴𝔦𝔫𝔢𝔡, 𝔖𝔢𝔠𝔯𝔢𝔱𝔰 𝔨𝔢𝔭𝔱, 𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢 𝔡𝔢𝔣𝔦𝔫𝔢𝔡. 𝔐𝔬𝔪𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔰 𝔯𝔞𝔯𝔢, 𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔢𝔶𝔢𝔰 𝔡𝔦𝔡 𝔪𝔢𝔢𝔱, ℑ𝔫 𝔩𝔞𝔲𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔢𝔯'𝔰 𝔡𝔞𝔫𝔠𝔢, 𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔰𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔰 𝔡𝔦𝔡 𝔤𝔯𝔢𝔢𝔱. ℑ𝔫 𝔰𝔦𝔩𝔢𝔫𝔠𝔢𝔰, 𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔰 𝔡𝔦𝔡 𝔟𝔩𝔢𝔫𝔡, ℑ𝔫 𝔮𝔲𝔦𝔢𝔱 𝔫𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔰, 𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢 𝔡𝔦𝔡 𝔪𝔢𝔫𝔡. 𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔩𝔡 𝔬𝔲𝔱𝔰𝔦𝔡𝔢, 𝔞 𝔡𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔫𝔱 𝔥𝔲𝔪, 𝔒𝔲𝔯 𝔬𝔴𝔫 𝔰𝔴𝔢𝔢𝔱 𝔰𝔬𝔫𝔤, 𝔞 𝔤𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔩𝔢 𝔡𝔯𝔲𝔪. ℑ𝔫 𝔰𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔢𝔡 𝔡𝔢𝔩𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱, 𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔧𝔬𝔶 𝔡𝔦𝔡 𝔯𝔦𝔰𝔢, ℑ𝔫 𝔱𝔢𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔬𝔲𝔠𝔥, 𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢 𝔡𝔦𝔡 𝔭𝔯𝔦𝔷𝔢. 𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔩𝔡 𝔪𝔞𝔶 𝔰𝔢𝔢, 𝔟𝔲𝔱 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔡𝔦𝔳𝔦𝔫𝔢, 𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔭𝔦𝔫𝔢𝔰𝔰 𝔴𝔢 𝔣𝔦𝔫𝔡, 𝔦𝔫 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢'𝔰 𝔰𝔴𝔢𝔢𝔱 𝔰𝔥𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔢. ℑ𝔫 𝔰𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔢𝔡 𝔪𝔬𝔪𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔰, 𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔰 𝔡𝔬 𝔟𝔢𝔞𝔱, ℑ𝔫 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢'𝔰 𝔰𝔴𝔢𝔢𝔱 𝔯𝔥𝔶𝔱𝔥𝔪, 𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔰𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔰 𝔡𝔬 𝔪𝔢𝔢𝔱. ℑ𝔫 𝔴𝔥𝔦𝔰𝔭𝔢𝔯𝔰 𝔰𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔢𝔡, 𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢 𝔡𝔬𝔢𝔰 𝔤𝔯𝔬𝔴, ℑ𝔫 𝔰𝔢𝔠𝔯𝔢𝔱 𝔨𝔢𝔭𝔱, 𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔰 𝔡𝔬 𝔤𝔩𝔬𝔴.

ℑ𝔣 𝔬𝔫𝔢 𝔡𝔞𝔶, 𝔴𝔢 𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔰𝔱𝔬𝔭 𝔱𝔞𝔩𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔤. 𝔍𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔞𝔩𝔴𝔞𝔶𝔰 𝔯𝔢𝔪𝔢𝔪𝔟𝔢𝔯, 𝔬𝔫𝔠𝔢 𝔲𝔭𝔬𝔫 𝔞 𝔱𝔦𝔪𝔢 𝔪𝔶 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱 𝔴𝔞𝔰 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯𝔰

♡ ℑ𝔫 𝔞 𝔠𝔯𝔬𝔴𝔡𝔢𝔡 𝔯𝔬𝔬𝔪, 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔰𝔪𝔦𝔩𝔢 𝔣𝔦𝔫𝔡𝔰 𝔪𝔢, 𝔞 𝔩𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔰𝔢 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔣𝔬𝔤.

𝔍𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔩𝔦𝔳𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔩𝔦𝔣𝔢. 𝔗𝔞𝔨𝔢 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔪𝔬𝔪𝔢𝔫𝔱, 𝔰𝔬𝔞𝔨 𝔲𝔭 𝔰𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔰𝔲𝔫 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔧𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔩𝔢𝔱 𝔦𝔱 𝔟𝔢. 𝔚𝔢’𝔯𝔢 𝔰𝔬 𝔠𝔞𝔲𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔲𝔭 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰 𝔞𝔱 𝔱𝔦𝔪𝔢𝔰. ℑ𝔫𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔪𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫 𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔬𝔞𝔡. 𝔖𝔬 𝔪𝔲𝔠𝔥 𝔬𝔣 𝔦𝔱 𝔱𝔬 𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔠𝔢𝔰𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔴𝔢 𝔟𝔢𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔰𝔲𝔪𝔢𝔡 𝔟𝔶 𝔦𝔱. 𝔖𝔬𝔪𝔢𝔱𝔦𝔪𝔢𝔰, 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔧𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔤𝔬𝔱𝔱𝔞 𝔤𝔯𝔞𝔟 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔣𝔦𝔡𝔡𝔩𝔢, 𝔴𝔞𝔩𝔨 𝔬𝔲𝔱𝔰𝔦𝔡𝔢, 𝔰𝔦𝔱 𝔦𝔫 𝔞 𝔱𝔯𝔲𝔰𝔱𝔶 𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔦𝔯, 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔰𝔱𝔯𝔲𝔪 𝔞 𝔱𝔲𝔫𝔢. 𝔗𝔲𝔫𝔢 𝔬𝔲𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔫𝔬𝔦𝔰𝔢 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔞 𝔴𝔥𝔦𝔩𝔢. 𝔊𝔞𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔰, 𝔟𝔞𝔩𝔞𝔫𝔠𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔩𝔦𝔣𝔢, 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔯𝔢𝔠𝔬𝔩𝔩𝔢𝔠𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯𝔰𝔢𝔩𝔣. 𝔅𝔞𝔡 𝔫𝔢𝔴𝔰 𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔢𝔰 𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔴𝔞𝔫𝔱 𝔦𝔱 𝔬𝔯 𝔫𝔬𝔱. 𝔏𝔢𝔱 𝔦𝔱 𝔟𝔢 𝔦𝔣 𝔶𝔬𝔲’𝔯𝔢 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔭𝔯𝔢𝔭𝔞𝔯𝔢𝔡. ℑ𝔱 𝔴𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔟𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔤𝔢𝔱 𝔟𝔞𝔠𝔨 𝔰𝔬𝔬𝔫 𝔢𝔫𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥.

-`ღ´-𝔊𝔬𝔫𝔫𝔞 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔯𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱-`ღ´- 𝔲𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔣𝔞𝔡𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔰𝔨𝔶,𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔩𝔞𝔲𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔡𝔞𝔫𝔠𝔢𝔰,𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔯𝔰 𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔫.𝔈𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔶 𝔪𝔬𝔪𝔢𝔫𝔱, 𝔴𝔢’𝔩𝔩 𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔰𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔣𝔩𝔦𝔠𝔨𝔢𝔯𝔰,𝔰𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔰𝔱𝔬𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔰,𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔴𝔥𝔦𝔰𝔭𝔢𝔯 𝔡𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔪𝔰 𝔦𝔫𝔱𝔬 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔫𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱. 𝔑𝔬 𝔯𝔲𝔰𝔥, 𝔧𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔲𝔰,𝔟𝔲𝔦𝔩𝔡𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔞 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔩𝔡,𝔰𝔦𝔪𝔭𝔩𝔢 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔯𝔲𝔢—𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔪𝔱𝔥 𝔦𝔫 𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔰,𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔥𝔬𝔭𝔢 𝔦𝔫 𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔰. ℑ’𝔩𝔩 𝔰𝔥𝔬𝔴 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔶 𝔴𝔞𝔶,𝔱𝔬 𝔣𝔢𝔢𝔩 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢,𝔰𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔟𝔯𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱, 𝔤𝔬𝔫𝔫𝔞 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔯𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱.

ღ ℑ𝔫 𝔞 𝔠𝔯𝔬𝔴𝔡, 𝔞𝔩𝔬𝔫𝔢,𝔐𝔞𝔰𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔯𝔲𝔱𝔥 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔶 𝔰𝔪𝔦𝔩𝔢, 𝔖𝔬𝔲𝔩'𝔰 𝔢𝔠𝔥𝔬 𝔴𝔥𝔦𝔰𝔭𝔢𝔯𝔰.ℭ𝔥𝔬𝔦𝔠𝔢𝔰 𝔭𝔲𝔩𝔩 𝔞𝔭𝔞𝔯𝔱,𝔇𝔞𝔫𝔠𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔬𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔦𝔫𝔡𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔭𝔞𝔱𝔥, 𝔖𝔥𝔞𝔡𝔬𝔴𝔰 𝔥𝔦𝔡𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱.𝔗𝔬 𝔟𝔢 𝔣𝔞𝔩𝔰𝔢 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫,𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔦𝔩𝔢𝔫𝔠𝔢 𝔠𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔰 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔳𝔶 𝔡𝔬𝔲𝔟𝔱𝔰, 𝔗𝔯𝔲𝔢 𝔰𝔢𝔩𝔣 𝔣𝔢𝔢𝔩𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔢𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱

ღ 𝔜𝔬𝔲 𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔞 𝔰𝔱𝔯𝔞𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔡 𝔴𝔬𝔪𝔞𝔫 𝔜𝔬𝔲 𝔟𝔢𝔞𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔭𝔞𝔦𝔫, 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔴𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔱𝔬𝔯𝔪, 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔰𝔪𝔦𝔩𝔢 𝔡𝔢𝔰𝔭𝔦𝔱𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔟𝔯𝔬𝔨𝔢𝔫 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱. 𝔜𝔬𝔲 𝔤𝔦𝔳𝔢 𝔞 𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔬 𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔰𝔢 𝔴𝔥𝔬 𝔡𝔬𝔫'𝔱 𝔡𝔢𝔰𝔢𝔯𝔳𝔢 𝔦𝔱. 𝔜𝔬𝔲 𝔣𝔞𝔩𝔩, 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔠𝔯𝔶, 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔤𝔢𝔱 𝔲𝔭, 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔩𝔞𝔲𝔤𝔥, 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔪𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔡, 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔤𝔦𝔳𝔢, 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢 ! 𝔜𝔬𝔲 𝔥𝔞𝔳𝔢 𝔞 𝔪𝔦𝔩𝔩𝔦𝔬𝔫 𝔣𝔞𝔠𝔢𝔰, 𝔰𝔬 𝔦𝔣 𝔰𝔬𝔪𝔢𝔬𝔫𝔢 𝔠𝔞𝔫'𝔱 𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔶𝔬𝔲'𝔯𝔢 𝔴𝔢𝔞𝔨𝔢𝔯, 𝔪𝔢𝔞𝔫, 𝔢𝔪𝔬𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔶 𝔱𝔬𝔯𝔫, 𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔪𝔞𝔨𝔢 𝔪𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔨𝔢𝔰, 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔥𝔢 𝔦𝔰 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔱𝔥𝔶 𝔬𝔣 𝔶𝔬𝔲 - 𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔟𝔢𝔰𝔱

𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔩𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔦𝔰 𝔫𝔢𝔞𝔯 𝔱𝔬 𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔰𝔢 𝔴𝔥𝔬 𝔥𝔞𝔳𝔢 𝔞 𝔟𝔯𝔬𝔨𝔢𝔫 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱, 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔰𝔞𝔳𝔢𝔰 𝔰𝔲𝔠𝔥 𝔞𝔰 𝔴𝔥𝔬 𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔠𝔯𝔲𝔰𝔥𝔢𝔡 𝔦𝔫 𝔰𝔭𝔦𝔯𝔦𝔱

𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔣𝔞𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔦𝔰 𝔪𝔶 𝔥𝔬𝔭𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔬𝔫 𝔦𝔰 𝔪𝔶 𝔯𝔢𝔣𝔲𝔤𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔥𝔬𝔩𝔶 𝔰𝔭𝔦𝔯𝔦𝔱 𝔦𝔰 𝔪𝔶 𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔱𝔢𝔠𝔱𝔬𝔯 𝔤𝔩𝔬𝔯𝔶 𝔱𝔬 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔥𝔬𝔩𝔶 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔲𝔫𝔡𝔦𝔳𝔦𝔡𝔢𝔡 𝔱𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔦𝔱𝔶 𝔫𝔬𝔴 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔞𝔪𝔢𝔫

𝔟𝔢𝔥𝔬𝔩𝔡, 𝔦 𝔰𝔢𝔫𝔡 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔬𝔲𝔱 𝔞𝔰 𝔰𝔥𝔢𝔢𝔭 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔪𝔦𝔡𝔰𝔱 𝔬𝔣 𝔴𝔬𝔩𝔳𝔢𝔰. 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔢, 𝔟𝔢 𝔴𝔦𝔰𝔢 𝔞𝔰 𝔰𝔢𝔯𝔭𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔰 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔞𝔰 𝔦𝔫𝔫𝔬𝔠𝔢𝔫𝔱 𝔞𝔰 𝔡𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔰

girl misunderstood 51 followers 82 following ~♥~ уσυ нανє тσ тαкє тнє gσσ∂ ωιтн тнє вα∂, ѕмιℓє ωнєη уσυ'яє ѕα∂, ℓσνє ωнαт уσυ gσт αη∂ яємємвєя ωнαт уσυ нα∂. αℓωαуѕ ƒσяgινє вυт ηєνєя ƒσяgєт, ℓєαяη ƒяσм уσυя мιѕтαкєѕ вυт ηєνєя яєgяєт, ρєσρℓє ¢нαηgє, тнιηgѕ gσ ωяσηg, ѕσ נυѕт яємємвєя тнαт ℓιƒє gσєѕ ση...~♥~ ~♥~ ι ωαηт тσ вє яємємвєяє∂ αѕ тнє σηє ωнσ αℓωαуѕ ѕмιℓєѕ єνєη ωнєη нєя нєαят ιѕ вяσкєη, αη∂ тнє σηє ωнσ ωσυℓ∂ αℓωαуѕ вяιgнтєη υρ уσυя ∂αу, єνєη ωнєη ѕнє ¢συℓ∂η’т вяιgнтєη υρ нєя σωη ~♥~ ~♥~ ωє єηנσу ωαямтн вє¢αυѕє ωє нανє вєєη ¢σℓ∂. ωє αρρяє¢ιαтє ℓιgнт вє¢αυѕє ωє нανє вєєη ιη ∂αякηєѕѕ. ву тнє ѕαмє тαкєη, ωє ¢αη єχρєяιєη¢є נσу...вє¢αυѕє ωє нανє кησωη ѕα∂ηєѕѕ ~♥~ ~♥~ ∂ση'т єνєя gινє υρ ιƒ уσυ ѕтιℓℓ ωαηт тσ тяу, ∂ση'т єνєя ωιρє уσυя тєαяѕ ιƒ уσυ ѕтιℓℓ ωαηт тσ ¢яу. ∂ση'т єνєя ѕєттℓє ƒσя αη αηѕωєя ιƒ уσυ ѕтιℓℓ ωαηт тσ кησω. ∂ση'т єνєя ѕαу уσυ ∂ση'т ℓσνє нιм ιƒ уσυ ¢αη'т ℓєт нιм gσ ~♥~ ~♥~ ƒσя єνєяу вєαυту тнєяє ιѕ αη єує ѕσмєωнєяє тσ ѕєє ιт. ƒσя єνєяу тяυтн тнєяє ιѕ αη єαя ѕσмєωнєяє тσ нєαя ιт. ƒσя єνєяу ℓσνє тнєяє ιѕ α нєαят ѕσмєωнєяє тσ яє¢єινє ιт ~♥~ ~♥~ тнє ¢яα¢кѕ ιη тнє ¢ση¢яєтє яємιη∂ тнαт ησ мαттєя нσω ѕтяσηg уσυ αяє, уσυ ωιℓℓ αℓωαуѕ ƒαℓℓ αραят αт ѕσмє ρσιηт ιη уσυя ℓιƒє ~♥~ ~♥~ ηєνєя ƒяσωη...єνєη ωнєη уσυ'яє ѕα∂ '¢αυѕє уσυ ηєνєя кησω ωнєη ѕσмєσηє'ѕ ƒαℓℓιηg ιη ℓσνє ωιтн уσυя ѕмιℓє ~♥~ ~♥~ ι ωαℓкє∂ тняσυgн тнє нαℓℓωαу нσℓ∂ιηg му ωяιѕтѕ, нσριηg ησ σηє ωιℓℓ ѕєє мє ℓιкє тнιѕ. нє ℓσσкѕ αт мє, ѕ¢αяє∂ ωнαт нє'ℓℓ ƒιη∂. нє ηєνєя тнσυgнт ι нα∂ тнєѕє тнιηgѕ ιη мιη∂. нє αѕкѕ мє, "...ιѕ тнєяє αηу мσяє؟" ℓσσкιηg αт нιм ωιтн тєαяѕ ιη му єуєѕ ι ωнιѕρєя α ѕιмρℓє яєρℓу,...'єνєя ωση∂єяє∂ ωнαт вяα¢єℓєтѕ ωєяє ƒσя'..؟ ~♥~ ~♥~ ѕσмєтιмєѕ ωє мυѕт вє нυят ιη σя∂єя тσ gяσω, ƒαℓℓ ιη σя∂єя тσ кησω, ℓσѕє ιη σя∂єя тσ gαιη. αη∂ ѕσмєтιмєѕ ωє нανє тσ вє вяσкєη ѕσ ωє ¢αη вє ωнσℓє αgαιη ♥~ ~♥~ ησт єνєη мαкє υρ ¢συℓ∂ мαкє нєя вєαυтιƒυℓ...вє¢αυѕє яєαℓ вєαυту ¢σмєѕ ƒяσм ℓσνιηg уσυяѕєℓƒ αη∂ тнαт'ѕ ѕσмєтнιηg ѕнє ¢αη ηєνєя ∂σ ~♥~ ~♥~ яєαℓ тєαяѕ αяє ησт тнσѕє тнαт ƒαℓℓ ƒяσм тнє єуєѕ αη∂ ¢σνєя тнє ƒα¢є вυт αяє тнσѕє тнαт ƒαℓℓ ƒяσм тнє нєαят αη∂ ¢σνєя тнє ѕσυℓ ~♥~ ~♥~ ℓєαяη тσ αρρяє¢ιαтє тнє яαιηвσω αƒтєя ¢υяѕιηg тнє яαιη. ιт’ѕ נυѕт ℓιкє ℓσνιηg αgαιη αƒтєя єχρєяιєη¢ιηg тнє ραιη ~♥~ ~♥~ уσυ ηєνєя кησω ωнєη уσυ ωιℓℓ ℓσѕє ѕσмєσηє, ѕσ gяαв тнєм αη∂ тєℓℓ тнєм тнαт уσυ ¢αяє ησω вє¢αυѕє ιт мιgнт вє тнє ℓαѕт тιмє уσυ ωιℓℓ єνєя вє αвℓє тσ ~♥~ ~♥~ тнє ѕку ιѕη'т αℓωαуѕ вℓυє. тнє ѕυη ∂σєѕη'т αℓωαуѕ ѕнιηє. ѕσ ιт'ѕ σкαу тσ ƒαℓℓ αραят ѕσмєтιмєѕ ~♥~ ~♥~ мσѕт σƒ тнє ιмρσятαηт тнιηgѕ ιη тнє ωσяℓ∂ нανє вєєη α¢¢σмρℓιѕнє∂ ву ρєσρℓє ωнσ нανє кєρт ση тяуιηg ωнєη тнєяє ѕєємє∂ тσ вє ησ нσρє αт αℓℓ ~♥~ ~♥~ тєαяѕ ƒяσм тнє нєαят, тєαяѕ ƒяσм тнє ѕσυℓ, тєαяѕ ƒяσм єνєяуωнєяє, тнєу тαкє ¢σηтяσℓ ~♥~ ~♥~ ωнєη ι ∂σ ѕσмєтнιηg gяєαт, ησ σηє єνєя ѕєємѕ тσ яємємвєя, вυт ωнєη ι ∂σ ѕσмєтнιηg ωяσηg, ησ σηє ¢αη єνєя ѕєєм тσ ƒσяgєт ~♥~ girl misunderstood 51 followers 82 following

Apr 25, 2013, 1:45 AM Lol honestly if you were still here I would be lookin towards dating you. You're so sweet and a really good friend and super beautiful. But you're so fat FAR!! I meant far lol

𝔍𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔞𝔰 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔥𝔞𝔳𝔢 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔡 𝔟𝔢𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔢, 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔴𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢 𝔞𝔤𝔞𝔦𝔫

𝑰𝒏 𝑨𝒖𝒕𝒖𝒎𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒐𝒅𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒌𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒓, 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒑𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒔𝒎𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒌 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒘𝒍𝒔' 𝒃𝒆𝒅 𝑶𝒓 𝒇𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒆𝒓; 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝑪𝒖𝒑𝒊𝒅 𝒉𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒃𝒚 𝒉𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅, 𝑩𝒚 𝒓𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒆. 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒌, 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝑰 𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒓, 𝑺𝒊𝒓, 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒏 𝒆𝒚𝒆, 𝒐𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅, 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒓, 𝑭𝒐𝒓 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆; 𝑨 𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒐𝒇 𝑨𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒍 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒚𝒆𝒕 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒅, 𝑰𝒏 𝑨𝒖𝒕𝒖𝒎𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒐𝒅𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒌𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒓. - 𝑹𝒐𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒕 𝑳𝒐𝒖𝒊𝒔 𝑺𝒕𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒐𝒏

𝔊𝔬𝔬𝔡 𝔪𝔬𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔓𝔲𝔱 𝔢𝔣𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔱 𝔦𝔫𝔱𝔬 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔫𝔢𝔴 𝔡𝔞𝔶, “𝔦𝔣 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔴𝔞𝔫𝔱, 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔠𝔞𝔫” 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔡𝔬𝔫'𝔱 𝔩𝔢𝔱 𝔞𝔫𝔶𝔬𝔫𝔢 𝔪𝔞𝔨𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔟𝔢𝔩𝔦𝔢𝔳𝔢 𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔴𝔦𝔰𝔢. -🍂 ☕️🍂

𝔐𝔶 𝔰𝔦𝔡𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔱𝔬𝔯𝔶 𝔡𝔬𝔢𝔰𝔫'𝔱 𝔪𝔞𝔱𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔞𝔫𝔶𝔪𝔬𝔯𝔢. 𝔏𝔦𝔣𝔢 𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔭𝔢𝔫𝔢𝔡, 𝔦𝔱 𝔥𝔲𝔯𝔱, ℑ 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔩𝔢𝔡, 𝔟𝔲𝔱 𝔪𝔬𝔰𝔱 𝔦𝔪𝔭𝔬𝔯𝔱𝔞𝔫𝔱𝔩𝔶 ℑ 𝔩𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔢𝔡 𝔴𝔥𝔬 𝔡𝔢𝔰𝔢𝔯𝔳𝔢𝔰 𝔞 𝔰𝔢𝔞𝔱 𝔞𝔱 𝔪𝔶 𝔱𝔞𝔟𝔩𝔢 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔴𝔥𝔬 𝔴𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔫𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔰𝔦𝔱 𝔞𝔱 𝔦𝔱 𝔞𝔤𝔞𝔦𝔫.“

𝔄𝔪𝔬 𝔐𝔲𝔠𝔥𝔬 ℑ 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔪𝔲𝔠𝔥, 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔮𝔲𝔦𝔢𝔱 𝔪𝔬𝔪𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔰, 𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔯𝔰 𝔴𝔥𝔦𝔰𝔭𝔢𝔯 𝔰𝔢𝔠𝔯𝔢𝔱𝔰 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔪𝔬𝔬𝔫 𝔴𝔯𝔞𝔭𝔰 𝔲𝔰 𝔦𝔫 𝔦𝔱𝔰 𝔰𝔦𝔩𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔶 𝔤𝔩𝔬𝔴. 𝔜𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔩𝔞𝔲𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔡𝔞𝔫𝔠𝔢𝔰 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢 𝔰𝔲𝔫𝔩𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔬𝔫 𝔴𝔞𝔱𝔢𝔯, 𝔟𝔯𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔪, 𝔣𝔦𝔩𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔪𝔶 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔧𝔬𝔶 𝔱𝔬𝔬 𝔟𝔦𝔤 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔡𝔰. ℑ𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔬𝔰 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔩𝔡, 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔪𝔶 𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔩𝔩𝔫𝔢𝔰𝔰, 𝔪𝔶 𝔤𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔩𝔢 𝔞𝔫𝔠𝔥𝔬𝔯, 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔦𝔫 𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔶 𝔤𝔩𝔞𝔫𝔠𝔢 𝔴𝔢 𝔰𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔢, ℑ 𝔣𝔦𝔫𝔡 𝔞 𝔥𝔬𝔪𝔢.

𝔩𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔧𝔢𝔰𝔲𝔰 𝔠𝔥𝔯𝔦𝔰𝔱, 𝔰𝔬𝔫 𝔬𝔣 𝔤𝔬𝔡, 𝔥𝔞𝔳𝔢 𝔪𝔢𝔯𝔠𝔶 𝔬𝔫 𝔪𝔢; 𝔞 𝔰𝔦𝔫𝔫𝔢𝔯

January 2, 2013 Messages I think we should see other people ... Roses are red Violets are blue U really thought I would cry over u? I said I loved you You thought that was true well guess what player You just got played to smartphOWNED.com

ℑ𝔣 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢 𝔪𝔢, 𝔠𝔞𝔯𝔳𝔢 𝔪𝔢 𝔡𝔢𝔢𝔭𝔩𝔶 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔰𝔨𝔦𝔫, 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔶𝔬𝔲'𝔩𝔩 𝔫𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔟𝔢 𝔞𝔩𝔬𝔫𝔢. ℑ'𝔩𝔩 𝔟𝔢 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔪𝔬𝔯𝔢

𝔐𝔬𝔯𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔫 𝔞𝔰𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔤, 𝔦𝔱 𝔦𝔰 𝔢𝔰𝔰𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔦𝔞𝔩 𝔱𝔬 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔨 𝔊𝔬𝔡 𝔣𝔬𝔯 ℌ𝔦𝔰 𝔲𝔫𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔡𝔦𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔞𝔩 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢, 𝔦𝔫𝔣𝔦𝔫𝔦𝔱𝔢 𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔤𝔦𝔳𝔢𝔫𝔢𝔰𝔰 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔴𝔦𝔰𝔡𝔬𝔪. 𝔒𝔲𝔯 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔰 𝔩𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔢𝔫 𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔴𝔢 𝔩𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔫 𝔱𝔬 𝔟𝔢 𝔤𝔯𝔞𝔱𝔢𝔣𝔲𝔩 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰 𝔴𝔢 𝔯𝔢𝔠𝔢𝔦𝔳𝔢.“ 🙏

“𝔉𝔩𝔢𝔰𝔥 𝔯𝔢𝔫𝔱 𝔟𝔶 𝔱𝔢𝔢𝔱𝔥 𝔯𝔬𝔬𝔱𝔢𝔡 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔧𝔞𝔴𝔰 𝔬𝔣 𝔥𝔲𝔫𝔤𝔢𝔯 𝔦𝔱𝔰𝔢𝔩𝔣. 𝔄𝔤𝔬𝔫𝔶 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔰𝔲𝔪𝔢𝔡 𝔱𝔬 𝔣𝔢𝔢𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢𝔰 𝔬𝔣 𝔤𝔯𝔢𝔢𝔡 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔤𝔩𝔲𝔱𝔱𝔬𝔫𝔶. ℌ𝔢𝔩𝔩 𝔥𝔞𝔱𝔥 𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔣𝔢𝔞𝔰𝔱 𝔱𝔬𝔫𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱.”

𝔒𝔲𝔯 𝔢𝔶𝔢𝔰 𝔪𝔢𝔱 𝔞𝔤𝔞𝔦𝔫 𝔞𝔱 𝔭𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔭𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔞𝔩 𝔒𝔲𝔯 𝔪𝔬𝔰𝔱 𝔦𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔫𝔰𝔢 𝔢𝔭𝔥𝔢𝔪𝔢𝔯𝔬𝔲𝔰 𝔲𝔫𝔦𝔬𝔫 𝔘𝔫𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔰𝔠𝔦𝔬𝔲𝔰 𝔠𝔬𝔩𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔦𝔬𝔫 𝔗𝔴𝔬 𝔰𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔰 𝔦𝔫 𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔪𝔲𝔫𝔦𝔬𝔫. 𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔪𝔦𝔰𝔢𝔰 𝔬𝔣 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯𝔰 𝔴𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔩𝔶𝔯𝔦𝔠𝔞𝔩 𝔜𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔱𝔬𝔲𝔠𝔥 𝔣𝔢𝔩𝔱 𝔪𝔶𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔠𝔞𝔩 𝔶𝔢𝔱 𝔳𝔦𝔰𝔠𝔢𝔯𝔞𝔩 𝔄𝔩𝔪𝔬𝔰𝔱 𝔪𝔞𝔡𝔢 𝔪𝔢 𝔣𝔢𝔢𝔩 𝔞𝔩𝔦𝔳𝔢 𝔞𝔤𝔞𝔦𝔫 𝔉𝔬𝔬𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔥 𝔪𝔢; 𝔦𝔱 𝔦𝔰 𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔦𝔫 𝔳𝔞𝔦𝔫. 𝔒𝔲𝔯 𝔢𝔶𝔢𝔰 𝔪𝔢𝔱 𝔞𝔤𝔞𝔦𝔫 𝔞𝔱 𝔢𝔫𝔠𝔩𝔬𝔰𝔲𝔯𝔢 𝔒𝔲𝔯 𝔪𝔬𝔰𝔱 𝔡𝔦𝔰𝔡𝔞𝔦𝔫𝔣𝔲𝔩 𝔢𝔵𝔭𝔬𝔰𝔲𝔯𝔢 𝔘𝔫𝔣𝔞𝔦𝔱𝔥𝔣𝔲𝔩𝔫𝔢𝔰𝔰 𝔬𝔫 𝔡𝔦𝔰𝔠𝔩𝔬𝔰𝔲𝔯𝔢 𝔉𝔬𝔬𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔥 𝔪𝔢; 𝔦𝔱 𝔦𝔰 𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔞𝔪𝔢.

𝖄𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖘𝖔𝖚𝖑𝖑𝖊𝖘𝖘 𝖈𝖆𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖘, 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖘𝖊 𝖜𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖉𝖘 𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖋𝖊𝖘𝖘 𝕱𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖍 𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖉 𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖙𝖊𝖘𝖙 𝖉𝖔𝖜𝖓 𝖒𝖞 𝖘𝖊𝖓𝖘𝖎𝖙𝖎𝖛𝖊 𝖓𝖊𝖈𝖐 𝕸𝖞 𝖙𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖘 𝖊𝖝𝖕𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖘, 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖊𝖞𝖊𝖘 𝖗𝖔𝖑𝖑 𝖇𝖆𝖈𝖐 𝕷𝖊𝖆𝖛𝖊 𝖒𝖞 𝖜𝖊𝖆𝖐 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖌𝖚𝖑𝖑𝖎𝖇𝖑𝖊 𝖋𝖑𝖊𝖘𝖍 𝕱𝖔𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖘 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖎𝖒𝖊 𝖙𝖔 𝖚𝖓𝖉𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖘.

metalheadsforblacklivesmatter.tumblr.com Blue/purple lıps and fingernails are a symptom of low oxygen in lighter skın tones. In darker skın tones you can look for grey or white lıps and fingernails. Other places where this may be not evidence is the tongue and gums. Figured since one gets taught what low oxygen looks like on lighter skın. Everyone should know what it looks like on dark skın too. -fae metalheadsforblacklivesmatter.tumblr.com Nov 2nd, 2022

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𝐹𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑓𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒𝑠 𝑤𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑖𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒, 𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑏𝑦 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑦’𝑠 𝑟𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑚𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑑𝑖𝑒, 𝐵𝑢𝑡, 𝑎𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑖𝑝𝑒𝑟 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑏𝑦 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑐𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒, 𝐻𝑖𝑠 𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟 ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑚𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑟 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑚𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑦. 𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢, 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑒 𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠, 𝐹𝑒𝑒𝑑’𝑠𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑦 𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡’𝑠 𝑓𝑙𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓-𝑠𝑢𝑏𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑎𝑙 𝑓𝑢𝑒𝑙, 𝑀𝑎𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎 𝑓𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑏𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑠, 𝑇ℎ𝑦𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑦 𝑓𝑜𝑒, 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑦 𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑡 𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓 𝑡𝑜𝑜 𝑐𝑟𝑢𝑒𝑙. 𝑇ℎ𝑜𝑢 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑’𝑠 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝑠ℎ 𝑜𝑟𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑙𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑎𝑢𝑑𝑦 𝑠𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑊𝑖𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑒 𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑏𝑢𝑑 𝑏𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑦 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝐴𝑛𝑑, 𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑐ℎ𝑢𝑟𝑙, 𝑚𝑎𝑘’𝑠𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑛𝑖𝑔𝑔𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔. 𝑃𝑖𝑡𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑, 𝑜𝑟 𝑒𝑙𝑠𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑔𝑙𝑢𝑡𝑡𝑜𝑛 𝑏𝑒— 𝑇𝑜 𝑒𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑’𝑠 𝑑𝑢𝑒, 𝑏𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑒. 𝑊ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑦 𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑠ℎ𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒𝑠𝑖𝑒𝑔𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑦 𝑏𝑟𝑜𝑤 𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑑𝑖𝑔 𝑑𝑒𝑒𝑝 𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑦 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑦’𝑠 𝑓𝑖𝑒𝑙𝑑, 𝑇ℎ𝑦 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑡ℎ’𝑠 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑑 𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦, 𝑠𝑜 𝑔𝑎𝑧𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑛 𝑛𝑜𝑤, 𝑊𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒 𝑎 𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑠𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑡ℎ ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑑. 𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑏𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑠𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑦 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑦 𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑠, 𝑊ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑦 𝑙𝑢𝑠𝑡𝑦 𝑑𝑎𝑦𝑠, 𝑇𝑜 𝑠𝑎𝑦 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑒 𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑑𝑒𝑒𝑝-𝑠𝑢𝑛𝑘𝑒𝑛 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠 𝑊𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑛 𝑎𝑙𝑙-𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑠ℎ𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑖𝑓𝑡𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑝𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑠𝑒. 𝐻𝑜𝑤 𝑚𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑠𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑣𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑦 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑦’𝑠 𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝐼𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑𝑠𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑟 “𝑇ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑓𝑎𝑖𝑟 𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑒 𝑆ℎ𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑠𝑢𝑚 𝑚𝑦 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑚𝑦 𝑜𝑙𝑑 𝑒𝑥𝑐𝑢𝑠𝑒,” 𝑃𝑟𝑜𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑦 𝑏𝑦 𝑠𝑢𝑐𝑐𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑒. 𝑇ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑛𝑒𝑤 𝑚𝑎𝑑𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑜𝑙𝑑 𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑒𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑦 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑚 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙’𝑠𝑡 𝑖𝑡 𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑑. 𝐿𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑦 𝑔𝑙𝑎𝑠𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢 𝑣𝑖𝑒𝑤𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑁𝑜𝑤 𝑖𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑓𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑚 𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟, 𝑊ℎ𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝑠ℎ 𝑟𝑒𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟 𝑖𝑓 𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑤𝑒𝑠𝑡, 𝑇ℎ𝑜𝑢 𝑑𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑏𝑒𝑔𝑢𝑖𝑙𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑, 𝑢𝑛𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟. 𝐹𝑜𝑟 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑜 𝑓𝑎𝑖𝑟 𝑤ℎ𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑢𝑛𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑜𝑚𝑏 𝐷𝑖𝑠𝑑𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑎𝑔𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑦 ℎ𝑢𝑠𝑏𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑟𝑦? 𝑂𝑟 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑖𝑠 ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑜 𝑓𝑜𝑛𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑜𝑚𝑏 𝑂𝑓 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓-𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒, 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑝 𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑦? 𝑇ℎ𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑦 𝑚𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟’𝑠 𝑔𝑙𝑎𝑠𝑠, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑒 𝐶𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑠 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝐴𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑙 𝑜𝑓 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑚𝑒; 𝑆𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑒 𝑎𝑔𝑒 𝑠ℎ𝑎𝑙𝑡 𝑠𝑒𝑒, 𝐷𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑘𝑙𝑒𝑠, 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑦 𝑔𝑜𝑙𝑑𝑒𝑛 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒. 𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝑖𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢 𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑚𝑏𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒, 𝐷𝑖𝑒 𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑙𝑒, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑒 𝑖𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑒 𝑑𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑒.

𝕭𝖊 𝖉𝖎𝖋𝖋𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖓𝖙, 𝕾𝖙𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖙𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖑𝖎𝖐𝖊 𝖆 𝖙𝖗𝖊𝖊, 𝖗𝖔𝖔𝖙𝖘 𝖉𝖊𝖊𝖕, 𝖘𝖜𝖆𝖞𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒, 𝖓𝖔𝖙 𝖏𝖚𝖘𝖙 𝖆𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖋, 𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖜𝖓 𝖇𝖞 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖓𝖉𝖘 𝖔𝖋 𝖜𝖍𝖆𝖙’𝖘 𝖕𝖔𝖕𝖚𝖑𝖆𝖗. 𝕭𝖊 𝖘𝖙𝖗𝖔𝖓𝖌, 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖆 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖇𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖘 𝖇𝖔𝖑𝖉, 𝖈𝖆𝖗𝖗𝖞𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖉𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖒𝖘 𝖑𝖎𝖐𝖊 𝖘𝖙𝖔𝖓𝖊𝖘, 𝖓𝖔𝖙 𝖘𝖈𝖆𝖗𝖊𝖉 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖊𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙, 𝖇𝖚𝖙 𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖚𝖉 𝖙𝖔 𝖍𝖔𝖑𝖉 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖒 𝖈𝖑𝖔𝖘𝖊. 𝕷𝖊𝖙 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖈𝖔𝖑𝖔𝖗𝖘 𝖘𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖊, 𝖎𝖓 𝖆 𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖑𝖉 𝖔𝖋 𝖌𝖗𝖆𝖞, 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖆𝖗𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖐 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖑𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙𝖘 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖆𝖞.

──── ⋆⋅ ♰ ⋅⋆ ──── 𝘑𝘰𝘩𝘯 3 ──── ⋆⋅ ♰ ⋅⋆ ──── ♱16♱ 𝘍𝘰𝘳 𝘎𝘰𝘥 𝘴𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘚𝘰𝘯, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦.✞ ♱17♱ 𝘍𝘰𝘳 𝘎𝘰𝘥 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘚𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘮𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘮.✞ ♱18♱ 𝘞𝘩𝘰𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘮𝘯𝘦𝘥, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘮𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘎𝘰𝘥’𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘚𝘰𝘯.✞ ♱19♱ 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘵: 𝘓𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘭.✞ ♱20♱ 𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘭 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥.✞ ♱21♱ 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘴𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘺 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘎𝘰𝘥.✞ ──── ⋆⋅ ♰ ⋅⋆ ──── 𝘑𝘰𝘩𝘯 3 ──── ⋆⋅ ♰ ⋅⋆ ────

c. 1847 A man named John MONAGHAN of about 45 years of age, was killed by a blow of a small stone thrown by a little boy about 14 years old in the town of Kells on Sunday morning last. An inquest was held, verdict--accidental death, caused by the blow of a stone. ~

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BUTLER, John R., b 1840 Oct 2 .....d 1903 Aug 26; heart failure; GAR; Champion cem, B1-L8; Cct 1903 Aug 28; RF m 1910:Valley#44

Losing Carrie Carrie’s parents were deep in mourning They had lost their daughter, without warning Her mom moaned and wailed in deep sorrow Her dad would call the funeral home tomorrow Her mom looked down and in her head She wondered, if Carrie could, what she would have said If she could speak to them now, reach into their hearts Tell them how they would cope, where could they start? Her father looked down also and in his head His mind was racing with a sense of dread See, if Carrie could talk what she really would have said Is, ‘Mom, please help me, he knows I’m not dead.’

1878 NOV On Thursday evening, at, it is supposed, about seven o’clock, a carpenter named John LARKIN was deceased near Lisdoonvarna by a fall from a bicycle. Death was caused by the sharp end of a file which he carried in his pocket entering the goin and wounding the famoral (sic) artery. No one was near to help, and the poor fellow passed on the road side.

𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔩𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔦𝔰 𝔬𝔫 𝔪𝔶 𝔰𝔦𝔡𝔢; 𝔦 𝔴𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔣𝔢𝔞𝔯 𝔴𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔠𝔞𝔫 𝔪𝔞𝔫 𝔡𝔬 𝔱𝔬 𝔪𝔢?

The Whisper Men : Do you hear the Whisper Men The Whisper Men are near If you hear the Whisper Men Then turn away your ear Do not hear the Whisper Men Whatever else you do For once you've heard the Whisper Men They'll stop... and look at you If you hear the Whisper Men And you are in their sight The presence of the Whisper Men Will mean for you 'Good night' Don't ignore the Whisper Men They're not just in your head Be fearful of the Whisper Men Ignore them.. and you're dead

Song Credits:- Song: Bohemian Rhapsody Lyrics Released: ‎31 October1975 Music: ATV Music Publishing LLC Song Writer: Freddie Mercury “Bohemian Rhapsody Lyrics” ℑ𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔩 𝔩𝔦𝔣𝔢? ℑ𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔧𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔣𝔞𝔫𝔱𝔞𝔰𝔶? ℭ𝔞𝔲𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔦𝔫 𝔞 𝔩𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔰𝔩𝔦𝔡𝔢, 𝔫𝔬 𝔢𝔰𝔠𝔞𝔭𝔢 𝔣𝔯𝔬𝔪 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔩𝔦𝔱𝔶 𝔒𝔭𝔢𝔫 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔢𝔶𝔢𝔰, 𝔩𝔬𝔬𝔨 𝔲𝔭 𝔱𝔬 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔨𝔦𝔢𝔰 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔰𝔢𝔢 ℑ’𝔪 𝔧𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔞 𝔭𝔬𝔬𝔯 𝔟𝔬𝔶, ℑ 𝔫𝔢𝔢𝔡 𝔫𝔬 𝔰𝔶𝔪𝔭𝔞𝔱𝔥𝔶 𝔅𝔢𝔠𝔞𝔲𝔰𝔢 ℑ’𝔪 𝔢𝔞𝔰𝔶 𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔢, 𝔢𝔞𝔰𝔶 𝔤𝔬, 𝔩𝔦𝔱𝔱𝔩𝔢 𝔥𝔦𝔤𝔥, 𝔩𝔦𝔱𝔱𝔩𝔢 𝔩𝔬𝔴 𝔄𝔫𝔶 𝔴𝔞𝔶 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔦𝔫𝔡 𝔟𝔩𝔬𝔴𝔰 𝔡𝔬𝔢𝔰𝔫’𝔱 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔶 𝔪𝔞𝔱𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔬 𝔪𝔢, 𝔱𝔬 𝔪𝔢 𝔐𝔞𝔪𝔞, 𝔧𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔨𝔦𝔩𝔩𝔢𝔡 𝔞 𝔪𝔞𝔫 𝔓𝔲𝔱 𝔞 𝔤𝔲𝔫 𝔞𝔤𝔞𝔦𝔫𝔰𝔱 𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔡, 𝔭𝔲𝔩𝔩𝔢𝔡 𝔪𝔶 𝔱𝔯𝔦𝔤𝔤𝔢𝔯, 𝔫𝔬𝔴 𝔥𝔢’𝔰 𝔡𝔢𝔞𝔡 𝔐𝔞𝔪𝔞, 𝔩𝔦𝔣𝔢 𝔥𝔞𝔡 𝔧𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔟𝔢𝔤𝔲𝔫 𝔅𝔲𝔱 𝔫𝔬𝔴 ℑ’𝔳𝔢 𝔤𝔬𝔫𝔢 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔯𝔬𝔴𝔫 𝔦𝔱 𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔞𝔴𝔞𝔶 𝔐𝔞𝔪𝔞, 𝔬𝔬𝔥, 𝔡𝔦𝔡𝔫’𝔱 𝔪𝔢𝔞𝔫 𝔱𝔬 𝔪𝔞𝔨𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔠𝔯𝔶 ℑ𝔣 ℑ’𝔪 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔟𝔞𝔠𝔨 𝔞𝔤𝔞𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔱𝔦𝔪𝔢 𝔱𝔬𝔪𝔬𝔯𝔯𝔬𝔴 ℭ𝔞𝔯𝔯𝔶 𝔬𝔫, 𝔠𝔞𝔯𝔯𝔶 𝔬𝔫 𝔞𝔰 𝔦𝔣 𝔫𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔶 𝔪𝔞𝔱𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔰 𝔗𝔬𝔬 𝔩𝔞𝔱𝔢, 𝔪𝔶 𝔱𝔦𝔪𝔢 𝔥𝔞𝔰 𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔖𝔢𝔫𝔡𝔰 𝔰𝔥𝔦𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔰 𝔡𝔬𝔴𝔫 𝔪𝔶 𝔰𝔭𝔦𝔫𝔢, 𝔟𝔬𝔡𝔶’𝔰 𝔞𝔠𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔱𝔦𝔪𝔢 𝔊𝔬𝔬𝔡𝔟𝔶𝔢, 𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔶𝔟𝔬𝔡𝔶, ℑ’𝔳𝔢 𝔤𝔬𝔱 𝔱𝔬 𝔤𝔬 𝔊𝔬𝔱𝔱𝔞 𝔩𝔢𝔞𝔳𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔟𝔢𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔡 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔣𝔞𝔠𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔱𝔯𝔲𝔱𝔥 𝔐𝔞𝔪𝔞, 𝔬𝔬𝔥 (𝔄𝔫𝔶 𝔴𝔞𝔶 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔦𝔫𝔡 𝔟𝔩𝔬𝔴𝔰) ℑ 𝔡𝔬𝔫’𝔱 𝔴𝔞𝔫𝔫𝔞 𝔡𝔦𝔢 ℑ 𝔰𝔬𝔪𝔢𝔱𝔦𝔪𝔢𝔰 𝔴𝔦𝔰𝔥 ℑ’𝔡 𝔫𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔟𝔢𝔢𝔫 𝔟𝔬𝔯𝔫 𝔞𝔱 𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔅𝔲𝔱 ℑ’𝔪 𝔧𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔞 𝔭𝔬𝔬𝔯 𝔟𝔬𝔶, 𝔫𝔬𝔟𝔬𝔡𝔶 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔰 𝔪𝔢 ℌ𝔢’𝔰 𝔧𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔞 𝔭𝔬𝔬𝔯 𝔟𝔬𝔶 𝔣𝔯𝔬𝔪 𝔞 𝔭𝔬𝔬𝔯 𝔣𝔞𝔪𝔦𝔩𝔶 𝔖𝔭𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔥𝔦𝔪 𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔩𝔦𝔣𝔢 𝔣𝔯𝔬𝔪 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔪𝔬𝔫𝔰𝔱𝔯𝔬𝔰𝔦𝔱𝔶 𝔈𝔞𝔰𝔶 𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔢, 𝔢𝔞𝔰𝔶 𝔤𝔬, 𝔴𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔩𝔢𝔱 𝔪𝔢 𝔤𝔬? 𝔅𝔦𝔰𝔪𝔦𝔩𝔩𝔞𝔥! 𝔑𝔬, 𝔴𝔢 𝔴𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔩𝔢𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔤𝔬 (𝔏𝔢𝔱 𝔥𝔦𝔪 𝔤𝔬) 𝔅𝔦𝔰𝔪𝔦𝔩𝔩𝔞𝔥! 𝔚𝔢 𝔴𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔩𝔢𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔤𝔬 (𝔏𝔢𝔱 𝔥𝔦𝔪 𝔤𝔬) 𝔅𝔦𝔰𝔪𝔦𝔩𝔩𝔞𝔥! 𝔚𝔢 𝔴𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔩𝔢𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔤𝔬 (𝔏𝔢𝔱 𝔪𝔢 𝔤𝔬) 𝔚𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔩𝔢𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔤𝔬 (𝔏𝔢𝔱 𝔪𝔢 𝔤𝔬) 𝔚𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔩𝔢𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔤𝔬 (𝔑𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯, 𝔫𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯, 𝔫𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯, 𝔫𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔩𝔢𝔱 𝔪𝔢 𝔤𝔬) 𝔄𝔥 𝔑𝔬, 𝔫𝔬, 𝔫𝔬, 𝔫𝔬, 𝔫𝔬, 𝔫𝔬, 𝔫𝔬 (𝔒𝔥, 𝔪𝔞𝔪𝔪𝔞 𝔪𝔦𝔞, 𝔪𝔞𝔪𝔪𝔞 𝔪𝔦𝔞) 𝔐𝔞𝔪𝔪𝔞 𝔪𝔦𝔞, 𝔩𝔢𝔱 𝔪𝔢 𝔤𝔬 𝔅𝔢𝔢𝔩𝔷𝔢𝔟𝔲𝔟 𝔥𝔞𝔰 𝔞 𝔡𝔢𝔳𝔦𝔩 𝔭𝔲𝔱 𝔞𝔰𝔦𝔡𝔢 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔪𝔢, 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔪𝔢, 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔪𝔢! 𝔖𝔬 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔨 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔠𝔞𝔫 𝔰𝔱𝔬𝔫𝔢 𝔪𝔢 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔰𝔭𝔦𝔱 𝔦𝔫 𝔪𝔶 𝔢𝔶𝔢? 𝔖𝔬 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔨 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔠𝔞𝔫 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢 𝔪𝔢 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔩𝔢𝔞𝔳𝔢 𝔪𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔡𝔦𝔢? 𝔒𝔥, 𝔟𝔞𝔟𝔶, 𝔠𝔞𝔫’𝔱 𝔡𝔬 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔱𝔬 𝔪𝔢, 𝔟𝔞𝔟𝔶! 𝔍𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔤𝔬𝔱𝔱𝔞 𝔤𝔢𝔱 𝔬𝔲𝔱, 𝔧𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔤𝔬𝔱𝔱𝔞 𝔤𝔢𝔱 𝔯𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔬𝔲𝔱𝔱𝔞 𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔑𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔶 𝔪𝔞𝔱𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔰, 𝔞𝔫𝔶𝔬𝔫𝔢 𝔠𝔞𝔫 𝔰𝔢𝔢 𝔑𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔶 𝔪𝔞𝔱𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔰 𝔑𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔶 𝔪𝔞𝔱𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔰 𝔱𝔬 𝔪𝔢 𝔄𝔫𝔶 𝔴𝔞𝔶 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔦𝔫𝔡 𝔟𝔩𝔬𝔴𝔰

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September 2nd, 2010, 12:59 PM I went to Africa to help build an Orphan school when I saw a kid sitting on his own. I walked up and gave him half of my sandwich, and he ran away. Secretly following him around the corner, I saw him break it into small pieces and share it with his whole class of 20. Sharing the little he had GMH.

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In a letter to John Hamilton Reynolds (1818), Keats wrote: “ℑ 𝔞𝔪 𝔤𝔬𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔞𝔪𝔬𝔫𝔤 𝔰𝔠𝔢𝔫𝔢𝔯𝔶 𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔫𝔠𝔢 ℑ 𝔦𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔬 𝔱𝔦𝔭 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔇𝔞𝔪𝔬𝔰𝔢𝔩 ℜ𝔞𝔡𝔠𝔩𝔦𝔣𝔣𝔢 – ℑ’𝔩𝔩 𝔠𝔞𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔫 𝔶𝔬𝔲, 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔤𝔯𝔬𝔱𝔱𝔬 𝔶𝔬𝔲, 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔴𝔞𝔱𝔢𝔯-𝔣𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔶𝔬𝔲, 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔴𝔬𝔬𝔡 𝔶𝔬𝔲, 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔴𝔞𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔶𝔬𝔲, 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔦𝔪𝔪𝔢𝔫𝔰𝔢-𝔯𝔬𝔠𝔨 𝔶𝔬𝔲, 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔯𝔢𝔪𝔢𝔫𝔡𝔬𝔲𝔰-𝔰𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔡 𝔶𝔬𝔲, 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔰𝔬𝔩𝔦𝔱𝔲𝔡𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲.” 1819 Keats wrote to his brother, George: “𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔣𝔦𝔣𝔱𝔥 𝔠𝔞𝔫𝔱𝔬 𝔬𝔣 𝔇𝔞𝔫𝔱𝔢 𝔭𝔩𝔢𝔞𝔰𝔢𝔰 𝔪𝔢 𝔪𝔬𝔯𝔢 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔪𝔬𝔯𝔢 – 𝔦𝔱 𝔦𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔬𝔫𝔢 𝔦𝔫 𝔴𝔥𝔦𝔠𝔥 𝔥𝔢 𝔪𝔢𝔢𝔱𝔰 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔓𝔞𝔲𝔩𝔬 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔉𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔠𝔥𝔢𝔰𝔠𝔞 – ℑ 𝔥𝔞𝔡 𝔭𝔞𝔰𝔰𝔢𝔡 𝔪𝔞𝔫𝔶 𝔡𝔞𝔶𝔰 𝔦𝔫 𝔯𝔞𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔞 𝔩𝔬𝔴 𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔱𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔡 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔪𝔦𝔡𝔰𝔱 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔪 ℑ 𝔡𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔪𝔱 𝔬𝔣 𝔟𝔢𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔯𝔢𝔤𝔦𝔬𝔫 𝔬𝔣 ℌ𝔢𝔩𝔩. 𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔡𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔪 𝔴𝔞𝔰 𝔬𝔫𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔪𝔬𝔰𝔱 𝔡𝔢𝔩𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔣𝔲𝔩 𝔢𝔫𝔧𝔬𝔶𝔪𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔰 ℑ 𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔥𝔞𝔡 𝔦𝔫 𝔪𝔶 𝔩𝔦𝔣𝔢 – ℑ 𝔣𝔩𝔬𝔞𝔱𝔢𝔡 𝔞𝔟𝔬𝔲𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔥𝔦𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔞𝔱𝔪𝔬𝔰𝔭𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔞𝔰 𝔦𝔱 𝔦𝔰 𝔡𝔢𝔰𝔠𝔯𝔦𝔟𝔢𝔡 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔞 𝔟𝔢𝔞𝔲𝔱𝔦𝔣𝔲𝔩 𝔣𝔦𝔤𝔲𝔯𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔴𝔥𝔬𝔰𝔢 𝔩𝔦𝔭𝔰 𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔢 𝔴𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔧𝔬𝔦𝔫𝔢𝔡 𝔦𝔱 𝔰𝔢𝔢𝔪’𝔡 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔞𝔫 𝔞𝔤𝔢 – 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔦𝔫 𝔪𝔦𝔡𝔰𝔱 𝔬𝔣 𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔠𝔬𝔩𝔡 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔡𝔞𝔯𝔨𝔫𝔢𝔰𝔰 ℑ 𝔴𝔞𝔰 𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔪…” In his last known letter, Keats wrote to his former housemate, Charles Armitage Brown. Dated the 30th of November, 1820, Keats wrote from Rome, where he had gone to convalesce from tuberculosis. His friend and his fiancée awaited him in England, not knowing that he was never to return. “𝔗𝔦𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔪𝔬𝔰𝔱 𝔡𝔦𝔣𝔣𝔦𝔠𝔲𝔩𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔩𝔡 𝔱𝔬 𝔪𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔴𝔯𝔦𝔱𝔢 𝔞 𝔩𝔢𝔱𝔱𝔢𝔯. 𝔐𝔶 𝔰𝔱𝔬𝔪𝔞𝔠𝔥 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔲𝔢𝔰 𝔰𝔬 𝔟𝔞𝔡, 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 ℑ 𝔣𝔢𝔢𝔩 𝔦𝔱 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔰𝔢 𝔬𝔫 𝔬𝔭𝔢𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔞𝔫𝔶 𝔟𝔬𝔬𝔨 – 𝔶𝔢𝔱 ℑ 𝔞𝔪 𝔪𝔲𝔠𝔥 𝔟𝔢𝔱𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔫 ℑ 𝔴𝔞𝔰 𝔦𝔫 𝔔𝔲𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔢. 𝔗𝔥𝔢𝔫 ℑ 𝔞𝔪 𝔞𝔣𝔯𝔞𝔦𝔡 𝔱𝔬 𝔢𝔫𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔬𝔣 𝔞𝔫𝔶 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔦𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔬 𝔪𝔢 𝔦𝔫 𝔈𝔫𝔤𝔩𝔞𝔫𝔡. ℑ 𝔥𝔞𝔳𝔢 𝔞𝔫 𝔥𝔞𝔟𝔦𝔱𝔲𝔞𝔩 𝔣𝔢𝔢𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔬𝔣 𝔪𝔶 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔩 𝔩𝔦𝔣𝔢 𝔥𝔞𝔳𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔭𝔞𝔰𝔱, 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 ℑ 𝔞𝔪 𝔩𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔞 𝔭𝔬𝔰𝔱𝔥𝔲𝔪𝔬𝔲𝔰 𝔢𝔵𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔫𝔠𝔢.” On Friday the 23rd of February, 1821, John Keats passed away in Rome

𝕬𝖘 𝕭𝖑𝖆𝖈𝖐 𝕳𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖞 𝖒𝖔𝖓𝖙𝖍 𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖊𝖘 𝖙𝖔 𝖆 𝖈𝖑𝖔𝖘𝖊 𝖏𝖚𝖘𝖙 𝖆 𝖋𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖑𝖞 𝖗𝖊𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗 𝖑 𝖆𝖒 𝖇𝖑𝖆𝖈𝖐 𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖞 𝖒𝖔𝖓𝖙𝖍. 𝕲𝖔𝖔𝖉 𝖒𝖔𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖍𝖆𝖛𝖊 𝖆 𝖌𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖙 𝖉𝖆𝖞 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖇𝖊 𝖘𝖆𝖋𝖊 𝖆𝖘 𝖜𝖊𝖑𝖑.

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Tuesday, October 11, 2011 Easy and Inexpensive DIY Jewelry Display With this simple and inexpensive project, you can put your jewelry on display to enjoy every day. Cost: $5-15 Materials needed: picture frame velvet or other fabric cork tile cardboard duct tape scissors utility knife ruler or measuring tape stapler (optional) Your picture frame can be any size but needs to have enough depth to accommodate the cork and cardboard. No glass is needed. I used an 11" x 14" frame. You can use any opaque fabric of your choice. Black velvet makes an especially lovely backdrop for silver jewelry. I used pieces of a $4 velvet skirt from a thrift store. Cork tiles and rolls are sold in various sizes online and at many craft and office supply stores. A package of four 12" x 12" tiles costs about $10. Begin by cutting your cork tile and your cardboard to the proper size to fit into the back of your frame. If you have glass from the frame, you can use it as a template. I like to use a utility knife and ruler; scissors will also work. Cover the tile with fabric by placing the fabric right side down, placing the cork on top, and wrapping the fabric around to the back of the cork. Trim the fabric as needed; secure with staples or tape. Place the fabric-covered cork face down into the back of the frame, then place the cardboard on top of the cork. Secure with duct tape. Turn frame over to reveal your completed project! Use pins to hang your jewelry on the display.

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Tuesday, October 25, 2016 Laundry Closet: Hanger Holder With my laundry closet makeover, I needed somewhere to keep clothes hangers handy. I considered several options. Hooks could hang on the wall next to the dryer, right where I needed them.. but hooks wouldn't hold many hangers. What I really needed was something that would hang on the wall like a hook, but would stick straight out instead of curving. It needed to be fairly short; long enough to hold several hangers, but short enough to be out of the way. And of utmost importance, it needed to be not sharp on the end... because I would definitely poke my clumsy self. ;) I wandered around the home improvement store, trying to come up with a solution, when I spotted something that would be perfect. A door stop. :D It was just the right length, and the rubber end cap would serve a dual function of keeping the hangers from sliding off and preventing me from stabbing myself or poking an eye out. As with most of my projects, I spray painted the little guys black and added bats. :D The bats are wooden shapes from the craft store. I spaced them out appropriately on the wall... and they work perfectly. :D Laundry Closet: Hanger Holder

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