Robert Louis Balfour Stevenson Emojis & Text

Copy & Paste Robert Louis Balfour Stevenson Emojis & Symbols ๐‘ฐ๐’ ๐‘จ๐’–๐’•๐’–๐’Ž๐’ ๐’˜๐’‰๐’†๐’ ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’˜๐’๐’๐’…๐’” ๐’‚๐’“๏ฟฝ

๐‘ฐ๐’ ๐‘จ๐’–๐’•๐’–๐’Ž๐’ ๐’˜๐’‰๐’†๐’ ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’˜๐’๐’๐’…๐’” ๐’‚๐’“๐’† ๐’“๐’†๐’… ๐‘จ๐’๐’… ๐’”๐’Œ๐’Š๐’†๐’” ๐’‚๐’“๐’† ๐’ˆ๐’“๐’†๐’š ๐’‚๐’๐’… ๐’„๐’๐’†๐’‚๐’“, ๐‘ป๐’‰๐’† ๐’”๐’‘๐’๐’“๐’•๐’”๐’Ž๐’†๐’ ๐’”๐’†๐’†๐’Œ ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’˜๐’Š๐’๐’… ๐’‡๐’๐’˜๐’๐’”' ๐’ƒ๐’†๐’… ๐‘ถ๐’“ ๐’‡๐’๐’๐’๐’๐’˜ ๐’…๐’๐’˜๐’ ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’…๐’†๐’†๐’“; ๐‘จ๐’๐’… ๐‘ช๐’–๐’‘๐’Š๐’… ๐’‰๐’–๐’๐’•๐’” ๐’ƒ๐’š ๐’‰๐’‚๐’–๐’ˆ๐’‰ ๐’‚๐’๐’… ๐’‰๐’†๐’‚๐’…, ๐‘ฉ๐’š ๐’“๐’Š๐’—๐’†๐’“๐’”๐’Š๐’…๐’† ๐’‚๐’๐’… ๐’Ž๐’†๐’“๐’†. ๐‘ฐ ๐’˜๐’‚๐’๐’Œ, ๐’๐’๐’• ๐’”๐’†๐’†๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’˜๐’‰๐’†๐’“๐’† ๐‘ฐ ๐’•๐’“๐’†๐’‚๐’… ๐‘จ๐’๐’… ๐’Œ๐’†๐’†๐’‘ ๐’Ž๐’š ๐’‰๐’†๐’‚๐’“๐’• ๐’˜๐’Š๐’•๐’‰ ๐’‡๐’†๐’‚๐’“, ๐‘บ๐’Š๐’“, ๐’‰๐’‚๐’—๐’† ๐’‚๐’ ๐’†๐’š๐’†, ๐’๐’ ๐’˜๐’‰๐’†๐’“๐’† ๐’š๐’๐’– ๐’•๐’“๐’†๐’‚๐’…, ๐‘จ๐’๐’… ๐’Œ๐’†๐’†๐’‘ ๐’š๐’๐’–๐’“ ๐’‰๐’†๐’‚๐’“๐’• ๐’˜๐’Š๐’•๐’‰ ๐’‡๐’†๐’‚๐’“, ๐‘ญ๐’๐’“ ๐’”๐’๐’Ž๐’†๐’•๐’‰๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ๐’†๐’“๐’” ๐’‰๐’†๐’“๐’†; ๐‘จ ๐’•๐’๐’–๐’„๐’‰ ๐’๐’‡ ๐‘จ๐’‘๐’“๐’Š๐’ ๐’๐’๐’• ๐’š๐’†๐’• ๐’…๐’†๐’‚๐’…, ๐‘ฐ๐’ ๐‘จ๐’–๐’•๐’–๐’Ž๐’ ๐’˜๐’‰๐’†๐’ ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’˜๐’๐’๐’…๐’” ๐’‚๐’“๐’† ๐’“๐’†๐’… ๐‘จ๐’๐’… ๐’”๐’Œ๐’Š๐’†๐’” ๐’‚๐’“๐’† ๐’ˆ๐’“๐’†๐’š ๐’‚๐’๐’… ๐’„๐’๐’†๐’‚๐’“. - ๐‘น๐’๐’ƒ๐’†๐’“๐’• ๐‘ณ๐’๐’–๐’Š๐’” ๐‘บ๐’•๐’†๐’—๐’†๐’๐’”๐’๐’

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| ยฉ Generally Gothic ๐•บ๐–‰๐–Š ๐–”๐–“ ๐•ธ๐–Š๐–‘๐–†๐–“๐–ˆ๐–๐–”๐–‘๐–ž No, no, go not to Lethe, neither twist Wolfโ€™s-bane, tight-rooted, for its poisonous wine; Nor suffer thy pale forehead to be kissโ€™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 sorrowโ€™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 Beautyโ€”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 Veilโ€™d Melancholy has her sovran shrine, Though seen of none save him whose strenuous tongue Can burst Joyโ€™s grape against his palate fine; His soul shalt taste the sadness of her might, And be among her cloudy trophies hung. โ€“ John Keats, 1820
๐™Ž๐™„๐™‡๐™€๐™‰๐™ ๐™’๐™ƒ๐™„๐™Ž๐™‹๐™€๐™๐™Ž 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.
girl misunderstood 51 followers 82 following ~โ™ฅ~ ัƒฯƒฯ… ะฝฮฑฮฝั” ั‚ฯƒ ั‚ฮฑะบั” ั‚ะฝั” gฯƒฯƒโˆ‚ ฯ‰ฮนั‚ะฝ ั‚ะฝั” ะฒฮฑโˆ‚, ั•ะผฮนโ„“ั” ฯ‰ะฝั”ฮท ัƒฯƒฯ…'ัั” ั•ฮฑโˆ‚, โ„“ฯƒฮฝั” ฯ‰ะฝฮฑั‚ ัƒฯƒฯ… gฯƒั‚ ฮฑฮทโˆ‚ ัั”ะผั”ะผะฒั”ั ฯ‰ะฝฮฑั‚ ัƒฯƒฯ… ะฝฮฑโˆ‚. ฮฑโ„“ฯ‰ฮฑัƒั• ฦ’ฯƒัgฮนฮฝั” ะฒฯ…ั‚ ฮทั”ฮฝั”ั ฦ’ฯƒัgั”ั‚, โ„“ั”ฮฑัฮท ฦ’ัฯƒะผ ัƒฯƒฯ…ั ะผฮนั•ั‚ฮฑะบั”ั• ะฒฯ…ั‚ ฮทั”ฮฝั”ั ัั”gัั”ั‚, ฯั”ฯƒฯโ„“ั” ยขะฝฮฑฮทgั”, ั‚ะฝฮนฮทgั• gฯƒ ฯ‰ัฯƒฮทg, ั•ฯƒ ื ฯ…ั•ั‚ ัั”ะผั”ะผะฒั”ั ั‚ะฝฮฑั‚ โ„“ฮนฦ’ั” gฯƒั”ั• ฯƒฮท...~โ™ฅ~ ~โ™ฅ~ ฮน ฯ‰ฮฑฮทั‚ ั‚ฯƒ ะฒั” ัั”ะผั”ะผะฒั”ัั”โˆ‚ ฮฑั• ั‚ะฝั” ฯƒฮทั” ฯ‰ะฝฯƒ ฮฑโ„“ฯ‰ฮฑัƒั• ั•ะผฮนโ„“ั”ั• ั”ฮฝั”ฮท ฯ‰ะฝั”ฮท ะฝั”ั ะฝั”ฮฑัั‚ ฮนั• ะฒัฯƒะบั”ฮท, ฮฑฮทโˆ‚ ั‚ะฝั” ฯƒฮทั” ฯ‰ะฝฯƒ ฯ‰ฯƒฯ…โ„“โˆ‚ ฮฑโ„“ฯ‰ฮฑัƒั• ะฒัฮนgะฝั‚ั”ฮท ฯ…ฯ ัƒฯƒฯ…ั โˆ‚ฮฑัƒ, ั”ฮฝั”ฮท ฯ‰ะฝั”ฮท ั•ะฝั” ยขฯƒฯ…โ„“โˆ‚ฮทโ€™ั‚ ะฒัฮนgะฝั‚ั”ฮท ฯ…ฯ ะฝั”ั ฯƒฯ‰ฮท ~โ™ฅ~ ~โ™ฅ~ ฯ‰ั” ั”ฮทื ฯƒัƒ ฯ‰ฮฑัะผั‚ะฝ ะฒั”ยขฮฑฯ…ั•ั” ฯ‰ั” ะฝฮฑฮฝั” ะฒั”ั”ฮท ยขฯƒโ„“โˆ‚. ฯ‰ั” ฮฑฯฯัั”ยขฮนฮฑั‚ั” โ„“ฮนgะฝั‚ ะฒั”ยขฮฑฯ…ั•ั” ฯ‰ั” ะฝฮฑฮฝั” ะฒั”ั”ฮท ฮนฮท โˆ‚ฮฑัะบฮทั”ั•ั•. ะฒัƒ ั‚ะฝั” ั•ฮฑะผั” ั‚ฮฑะบั”ฮท, ฯ‰ั” ยขฮฑฮท ั”ฯ‡ฯั”ัฮนั”ฮทยขั” ื ฯƒัƒ...ะฒั”ยขฮฑฯ…ั•ั” ฯ‰ั” ะฝฮฑฮฝั” ะบฮทฯƒฯ‰ฮท ั•ฮฑโˆ‚ฮทั”ั•ั• ~โ™ฅ~ ~โ™ฅ~ โˆ‚ฯƒฮท'ั‚ ั”ฮฝั”ั gฮนฮฝั” ฯ…ฯ ฮนฦ’ ัƒฯƒฯ… ั•ั‚ฮนโ„“โ„“ ฯ‰ฮฑฮทั‚ ั‚ฯƒ ั‚ััƒ, โˆ‚ฯƒฮท'ั‚ ั”ฮฝั”ั ฯ‰ฮนฯั” ัƒฯƒฯ…ั ั‚ั”ฮฑัั• ฮนฦ’ ัƒฯƒฯ… ั•ั‚ฮนโ„“โ„“ ฯ‰ฮฑฮทั‚ ั‚ฯƒ ยขััƒ. โˆ‚ฯƒฮท'ั‚ ั”ฮฝั”ั ั•ั”ั‚ั‚โ„“ั” ฦ’ฯƒั ฮฑฮท ฮฑฮทั•ฯ‰ั”ั ฮนฦ’ ัƒฯƒฯ… ั•ั‚ฮนโ„“โ„“ ฯ‰ฮฑฮทั‚ ั‚ฯƒ ะบฮทฯƒฯ‰. โˆ‚ฯƒฮท'ั‚ ั”ฮฝั”ั ั•ฮฑัƒ ัƒฯƒฯ… โˆ‚ฯƒฮท'ั‚ โ„“ฯƒฮฝั” ะฝฮนะผ ฮนฦ’ ัƒฯƒฯ… ยขฮฑฮท'ั‚ โ„“ั”ั‚ ะฝฮนะผ gฯƒ ~โ™ฅ~ ~โ™ฅ~ ฦ’ฯƒั ั”ฮฝั”ััƒ ะฒั”ฮฑฯ…ั‚ัƒ ั‚ะฝั”ัั” ฮนั• ฮฑฮท ั”ัƒั” ั•ฯƒะผั”ฯ‰ะฝั”ัั” ั‚ฯƒ ั•ั”ั” ฮนั‚. ฦ’ฯƒั ั”ฮฝั”ััƒ ั‚ัฯ…ั‚ะฝ ั‚ะฝั”ัั” ฮนั• ฮฑฮท ั”ฮฑั ั•ฯƒะผั”ฯ‰ะฝั”ัั” ั‚ฯƒ ะฝั”ฮฑั ฮนั‚. ฦ’ฯƒั ั”ฮฝั”ััƒ โ„“ฯƒฮฝั” ั‚ะฝั”ัั” ฮนั• ฮฑ ะฝั”ฮฑัั‚ ั•ฯƒะผั”ฯ‰ะฝั”ัั” ั‚ฯƒ ัั”ยขั”ฮนฮฝั” ฮนั‚ ~โ™ฅ~ ~โ™ฅ~ ั‚ะฝั” ยขัฮฑยขะบั• ฮนฮท ั‚ะฝั” ยขฯƒฮทยขัั”ั‚ั” ัั”ะผฮนฮทโˆ‚ ั‚ะฝฮฑั‚ ฮทฯƒ ะผฮฑั‚ั‚ั”ั ะฝฯƒฯ‰ ั•ั‚ัฯƒฮทg ัƒฯƒฯ… ฮฑัั”, ัƒฯƒฯ… ฯ‰ฮนโ„“โ„“ ฮฑโ„“ฯ‰ฮฑัƒั• ฦ’ฮฑโ„“โ„“ ฮฑฯฮฑัั‚ ฮฑั‚ ั•ฯƒะผั” ฯฯƒฮนฮทั‚ ฮนฮท ัƒฯƒฯ…ั โ„“ฮนฦ’ั” ~โ™ฅ~ ~โ™ฅ~ ฮทั”ฮฝั”ั ฦ’ัฯƒฯ‰ฮท...ั”ฮฝั”ฮท ฯ‰ะฝั”ฮท ัƒฯƒฯ…'ัั” ั•ฮฑโˆ‚ 'ยขฮฑฯ…ั•ั” ัƒฯƒฯ… ฮทั”ฮฝั”ั ะบฮทฯƒฯ‰ ฯ‰ะฝั”ฮท ั•ฯƒะผั”ฯƒฮทั”'ั• ฦ’ฮฑโ„“โ„“ฮนฮทg ฮนฮท โ„“ฯƒฮฝั” ฯ‰ฮนั‚ะฝ ัƒฯƒฯ…ั ั•ะผฮนโ„“ั” ~โ™ฅ~ ~โ™ฅ~ ฮน ฯ‰ฮฑโ„“ะบั”โˆ‚ ั‚ะฝัฯƒฯ…gะฝ ั‚ะฝั” ะฝฮฑโ„“โ„“ฯ‰ฮฑัƒ ะฝฯƒโ„“โˆ‚ฮนฮทg ะผัƒ ฯ‰ัฮนั•ั‚ั•, ะฝฯƒฯฮนฮทg ฮทฯƒ ฯƒฮทั” ฯ‰ฮนโ„“โ„“ ั•ั”ั” ะผั” โ„“ฮนะบั” ั‚ะฝฮนั•. ะฝั” โ„“ฯƒฯƒะบั• ฮฑั‚ ะผั”, ั•ยขฮฑัั”โˆ‚ ฯ‰ะฝฮฑั‚ ะฝั”'โ„“โ„“ ฦ’ฮนฮทโˆ‚. ะฝั” ฮทั”ฮฝั”ั ั‚ะฝฯƒฯ…gะฝั‚ ฮน ะฝฮฑโˆ‚ ั‚ะฝั”ั•ั” ั‚ะฝฮนฮทgั• ฮนฮท ะผฮนฮทโˆ‚. ะฝั” ฮฑั•ะบั• ะผั”, "...ฮนั• ั‚ะฝั”ัั” ฮฑฮทัƒ ะผฯƒัั”ุŸ" โ„“ฯƒฯƒะบฮนฮทg ฮฑั‚ ะฝฮนะผ ฯ‰ฮนั‚ะฝ ั‚ั”ฮฑัั• ฮนฮท ะผัƒ ั”ัƒั”ั• ฮน ฯ‰ะฝฮนั•ฯั”ั ฮฑ ั•ฮนะผฯโ„“ั” ัั”ฯโ„“ัƒ,...'ั”ฮฝั”ั ฯ‰ฯƒฮทโˆ‚ั”ัั”โˆ‚ ฯ‰ะฝฮฑั‚ ะฒัฮฑยขั”โ„“ั”ั‚ั• ฯ‰ั”ัั” ฦ’ฯƒั'..ุŸ ~โ™ฅ~ ~โ™ฅ~ ั•ฯƒะผั”ั‚ฮนะผั”ั• ฯ‰ั” ะผฯ…ั•ั‚ ะฒั” ะฝฯ…ัั‚ ฮนฮท ฯƒัโˆ‚ั”ั ั‚ฯƒ gัฯƒฯ‰, ฦ’ฮฑโ„“โ„“ ฮนฮท ฯƒัโˆ‚ั”ั ั‚ฯƒ ะบฮทฯƒฯ‰, โ„“ฯƒั•ั” ฮนฮท ฯƒัโˆ‚ั”ั ั‚ฯƒ gฮฑฮนฮท. ฮฑฮทโˆ‚ ั•ฯƒะผั”ั‚ฮนะผั”ั• ฯ‰ั” ะฝฮฑฮฝั” ั‚ฯƒ ะฒั” ะฒัฯƒะบั”ฮท ั•ฯƒ ฯ‰ั” ยขฮฑฮท ะฒั” ฯ‰ะฝฯƒโ„“ั” ฮฑgฮฑฮนฮท โ™ฅ~ ~โ™ฅ~ ฮทฯƒั‚ ั”ฮฝั”ฮท ะผฮฑะบั” ฯ…ฯ ยขฯƒฯ…โ„“โˆ‚ ะผฮฑะบั” ะฝั”ั ะฒั”ฮฑฯ…ั‚ฮนฦ’ฯ…โ„“...ะฒั”ยขฮฑฯ…ั•ั” ัั”ฮฑโ„“ ะฒั”ฮฑฯ…ั‚ัƒ ยขฯƒะผั”ั• ฦ’ัฯƒะผ โ„“ฯƒฮฝฮนฮทg ัƒฯƒฯ…ัั•ั”โ„“ฦ’ ฮฑฮทโˆ‚ ั‚ะฝฮฑั‚'ั• ั•ฯƒะผั”ั‚ะฝฮนฮทg ั•ะฝั” ยขฮฑฮท ฮทั”ฮฝั”ั โˆ‚ฯƒ ~โ™ฅ~ ~โ™ฅ~ ัั”ฮฑโ„“ ั‚ั”ฮฑัั• ฮฑัั” ฮทฯƒั‚ ั‚ะฝฯƒั•ั” ั‚ะฝฮฑั‚ ฦ’ฮฑโ„“โ„“ ฦ’ัฯƒะผ ั‚ะฝั” ั”ัƒั”ั• ฮฑฮทโˆ‚ ยขฯƒฮฝั”ั ั‚ะฝั” ฦ’ฮฑยขั” ะฒฯ…ั‚ ฮฑัั” ั‚ะฝฯƒั•ั” ั‚ะฝฮฑั‚ ฦ’ฮฑโ„“โ„“ ฦ’ัฯƒะผ ั‚ะฝั” ะฝั”ฮฑัั‚ ฮฑฮทโˆ‚ ยขฯƒฮฝั”ั ั‚ะฝั” ั•ฯƒฯ…โ„“ ~โ™ฅ~ ~โ™ฅ~ โ„“ั”ฮฑัฮท ั‚ฯƒ ฮฑฯฯัั”ยขฮนฮฑั‚ั” ั‚ะฝั” ัฮฑฮนฮทะฒฯƒฯ‰ ฮฑฦ’ั‚ั”ั ยขฯ…ัั•ฮนฮทg ั‚ะฝั” ัฮฑฮนฮท. ฮนั‚โ€™ั• ื ฯ…ั•ั‚ โ„“ฮนะบั” โ„“ฯƒฮฝฮนฮทg ฮฑgฮฑฮนฮท ฮฑฦ’ั‚ั”ั ั”ฯ‡ฯั”ัฮนั”ฮทยขฮนฮทg ั‚ะฝั” ฯฮฑฮนฮท ~โ™ฅ~ ~โ™ฅ~ ัƒฯƒฯ… ฮทั”ฮฝั”ั ะบฮทฯƒฯ‰ ฯ‰ะฝั”ฮท ัƒฯƒฯ… ฯ‰ฮนโ„“โ„“ โ„“ฯƒั•ั” ั•ฯƒะผั”ฯƒฮทั”, ั•ฯƒ gัฮฑะฒ ั‚ะฝั”ะผ ฮฑฮทโˆ‚ ั‚ั”โ„“โ„“ ั‚ะฝั”ะผ ั‚ะฝฮฑั‚ ัƒฯƒฯ… ยขฮฑัั” ฮทฯƒฯ‰ ะฒั”ยขฮฑฯ…ั•ั” ฮนั‚ ะผฮนgะฝั‚ ะฒั” ั‚ะฝั” โ„“ฮฑั•ั‚ ั‚ฮนะผั” ัƒฯƒฯ… ฯ‰ฮนโ„“โ„“ ั”ฮฝั”ั ะฒั” ฮฑะฒโ„“ั” ั‚ฯƒ ~โ™ฅ~ ~โ™ฅ~ ั‚ะฝั” ั•ะบัƒ ฮนั•ฮท'ั‚ ฮฑโ„“ฯ‰ฮฑัƒั• ะฒโ„“ฯ…ั”. ั‚ะฝั” ั•ฯ…ฮท โˆ‚ฯƒั”ั•ฮท'ั‚ ฮฑโ„“ฯ‰ฮฑัƒั• ั•ะฝฮนฮทั”. ั•ฯƒ ฮนั‚'ั• ฯƒะบฮฑัƒ ั‚ฯƒ ฦ’ฮฑโ„“โ„“ ฮฑฯฮฑัั‚ ั•ฯƒะผั”ั‚ฮนะผั”ั• ~โ™ฅ~ ~โ™ฅ~ ะผฯƒั•ั‚ ฯƒฦ’ ั‚ะฝั” ฮนะผฯฯƒัั‚ฮฑฮทั‚ ั‚ะฝฮนฮทgั• ฮนฮท ั‚ะฝั” ฯ‰ฯƒัโ„“โˆ‚ ะฝฮฑฮฝั” ะฒั”ั”ฮท ฮฑยขยขฯƒะผฯโ„“ฮนั•ะฝั”โˆ‚ ะฒัƒ ฯั”ฯƒฯโ„“ั” ฯ‰ะฝฯƒ ะฝฮฑฮฝั” ะบั”ฯั‚ ฯƒฮท ั‚ััƒฮนฮทg ฯ‰ะฝั”ฮท ั‚ะฝั”ัั” ั•ั”ั”ะผั”โˆ‚ ั‚ฯƒ ะฒั” ฮทฯƒ ะฝฯƒฯั” ฮฑั‚ ฮฑโ„“โ„“ ~โ™ฅ~ ~โ™ฅ~ ั‚ั”ฮฑัั• ฦ’ัฯƒะผ ั‚ะฝั” ะฝั”ฮฑัั‚, ั‚ั”ฮฑัั• ฦ’ัฯƒะผ ั‚ะฝั” ั•ฯƒฯ…โ„“, ั‚ั”ฮฑัั• ฦ’ัฯƒะผ ั”ฮฝั”ััƒฯ‰ะฝั”ัั”, ั‚ะฝั”ัƒ ั‚ฮฑะบั” ยขฯƒฮทั‚ัฯƒโ„“ ~โ™ฅ~ ~โ™ฅ~ ฯ‰ะฝั”ฮท ฮน โˆ‚ฯƒ ั•ฯƒะผั”ั‚ะฝฮนฮทg gัั”ฮฑั‚, ฮทฯƒ ฯƒฮทั” ั”ฮฝั”ั ั•ั”ั”ะผั• ั‚ฯƒ ัั”ะผั”ะผะฒั”ั, ะฒฯ…ั‚ ฯ‰ะฝั”ฮท ฮน โˆ‚ฯƒ ั•ฯƒะผั”ั‚ะฝฮนฮทg ฯ‰ัฯƒฮทg, ฮทฯƒ ฯƒฮทั” ยขฮฑฮท ั”ฮฝั”ั ั•ั”ั”ะผ ั‚ฯƒ ฦ’ฯƒัgั”ั‚ ~โ™ฅ~ 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
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
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Love SMS I ฯ‰ฮนโ„“โ„“ โˆ‚ฮนั” ะฒฯ…ั‚ ะผัƒ โ„“ฯƒฮฝั” ฮทั”ฮฝั”ั โ€ฆ Iั‚ ฯ‰ฮนโ„“โ„“ ฮฑโ„“ฯ‰ฮฑัƒั• ั‚ฯƒฯ‰ฮฑัโˆ‚ั• ั‚ฯƒ ัƒฯƒฯ… โ€ฆ Oฮทั” ัั”Qฯ…ั”ั•ั‚ ฮทั”ฮฝั”ั ยขััƒ ฦ’ฯƒั ะผั” ฯ‰ะฝั”ฮท ฮน. ฯ‰ฮนโ„“โ„“ โˆ‚ฮนั” โ€ฆ Oฮทั” ฯ‰ฮนั•ะฝ โˆ‚ฯƒฮทโ€™ั‚ ฦ’ฯƒัGั”ั‚ ะผั” ฮฑฦ’ั‚ั”ั ะผัƒ โˆ‚ั”ฮฑั‚ะฝ โ€ฆ Oฮทั” ฦ’ฮฑยขั‚ ฮน ยขฮฑฮทโ€™ั‚ ั•ั‚ฯƒฯ ะผฮนั•ั•ฮนฮทG ัƒฯƒฯ… ฯ…ฮทั‚ฮนโ„“ ะผ ฮฑโ„“ฮนฮฝั” !!! July 18, 2014 by Love Doctor
๐”’๐”ฒ๐”ฏ ๐”ข๐”ถ๐”ข๐”ฐ ๐”ช๐”ข๐”ฑ ๐”ž๐”ค๐”ž๐”ฆ๐”ซ ๐”ž๐”ฑ ๐”ญ๐”ข๐”ฏ๐”ฆ๐”ญ๐”ฅ๐”ข๐”ฏ๐”ž๐”ฉ ๐”’๐”ฒ๐”ฏ ๐”ช๐”ฌ๐”ฐ๐”ฑ ๐”ฆ๐”ซ๐”ฑ๐”ข๐”ซ๐”ฐ๐”ข ๐”ข๐”ญ๐”ฅ๐”ข๐”ช๐”ข๐”ฏ๐”ฌ๐”ฒ๐”ฐ ๐”ฒ๐”ซ๐”ฆ๐”ฌ๐”ซ ๐”˜๐”ซ๐” ๐”ฌ๐”ซ๐”ฐ๐” ๐”ฆ๐”ฌ๐”ฒ๐”ฐ ๐” ๐”ฌ๐”ฉ๐”ฉ๐”ฆ๐”ฐ๐”ฆ๐”ฌ๐”ซ ๐”—๐”ด๐”ฌ ๐”ฐ๐”ฌ๐”ฒ๐”ฉ๐”ฐ ๐”ฆ๐”ซ ๐” ๐”ฌ๐”ช๐”ช๐”ฒ๐”ซ๐”ฆ๐”ฌ๐”ซ. ๐”—๐”ฅ๐”ข ๐”ญ๐”ฏ๐”ฌ๐”ช๐”ฆ๐”ฐ๐”ข๐”ฐ ๐”ฌ๐”ฃ ๐”ถ๐”ฌ๐”ฒ๐”ฏ๐”ฐ ๐”ด๐”ข๐”ฏ๐”ข ๐”ฉ๐”ถ๐”ฏ๐”ฆ๐” ๐”ž๐”ฉ ๐”œ๐”ฌ๐”ฒ๐”ฏ ๐”ฑ๐”ฌ๐”ฒ๐” ๐”ฅ ๐”ฃ๐”ข๐”ฉ๐”ฑ ๐”ช๐”ถ๐”ฐ๐”ฑ๐”ฆ๐” ๐”ž๐”ฉ ๐”ถ๐”ข๐”ฑ ๐”ณ๐”ฆ๐”ฐ๐” ๐”ข๐”ฏ๐”ž๐”ฉ ๐”„๐”ฉ๐”ช๐”ฌ๐”ฐ๐”ฑ ๐”ช๐”ž๐”ก๐”ข ๐”ช๐”ข ๐”ฃ๐”ข๐”ข๐”ฉ ๐”ž๐”ฉ๐”ฆ๐”ณ๐”ข ๐”ž๐”ค๐”ž๐”ฆ๐”ซ ๐”‰๐”ฌ๐”ฌ๐”ฉ๐”ฆ๐”ฐ๐”ฅ ๐”ช๐”ข; ๐”ฆ๐”ฑ ๐”ฆ๐”ฐ ๐”ž๐”ฉ๐”ฉ ๐”ฆ๐”ซ ๐”ณ๐”ž๐”ฆ๐”ซ. ๐”’๐”ฒ๐”ฏ ๐”ข๐”ถ๐”ข๐”ฐ ๐”ช๐”ข๐”ฑ ๐”ž๐”ค๐”ž๐”ฆ๐”ซ ๐”ž๐”ฑ ๐”ข๐”ซ๐” ๐”ฉ๐”ฌ๐”ฐ๐”ฒ๐”ฏ๐”ข ๐”’๐”ฒ๐”ฏ ๐”ช๐”ฌ๐”ฐ๐”ฑ ๐”ก๐”ฆ๐”ฐ๐”ก๐”ž๐”ฆ๐”ซ๐”ฃ๐”ฒ๐”ฉ ๐”ข๐”ต๐”ญ๐”ฌ๐”ฐ๐”ฒ๐”ฏ๐”ข ๐”˜๐”ซ๐”ฃ๐”ž๐”ฆ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ฃ๐”ฒ๐”ฉ๐”ซ๐”ข๐”ฐ๐”ฐ ๐”ฌ๐”ซ ๐”ก๐”ฆ๐”ฐ๐” ๐”ฉ๐”ฌ๐”ฐ๐”ฒ๐”ฏ๐”ข ๐”‰๐”ฌ๐”ฌ๐”ฉ๐”ฆ๐”ฐ๐”ฅ ๐”ช๐”ข; ๐”ฆ๐”ฑ ๐”ฆ๐”ฐ ๐”ž๐”ฉ๐”ฉ ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ข ๐”ฐ๐”ž๐”ช๐”ข.
SUNDAY, JULY 12, 2009 YAADEIN... Holle se chupke se aati hain yaadein.. Ateet me hume kheench le jaati hain yaadein.. Koshish to ke the bhoolne ke aapko.. Par har koshish ko nakaam kar jaate hain yaadein.. Tez hawa ka jhonka bankar aati hain yaadein.. Is shaant zindagi me hulchul le aati hain yaadein.. Fir dheere se humara haath thaam kar.. Khwabon ke duniya me le jaati hain yaadein.. Kya maksad hai inka, kyu aati hain yaadein.. Beete hue baatein, dohraate hain yaadein.. Ab peeche reh gaya hai sab.. Aur chal pade hain hum.. Ab to yaadein he yaadein hain..yaadein he yaadein.. Bas yaad aati hain baatein.....yaad aati hain yaadein...... POSTED BY SAUMYA SHRIVASTAVA AT 3:02โ€ฏAM
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Losing Carrie Carrieโ€™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, โ€˜Mom, please help me, he knows Iโ€™m not dead.โ€™
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
โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€(โ™ฅ)(โ™ฅ)(โ™ฅ)โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€(โ™ฅ)(โ™ฅ)(โ™ฅ) ษชฦ’ ฦดฯƒฯ…'ส€ั” ฮฑสŸฯƒฮทั”, โ”€โ”€(โ™ฅ)โ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆ(โ™ฅ)(โ™ฅ)โ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆ(โ™ฅ) ษช'สŸสŸ ษ“ั” ฦดฯƒฯ…ส€ ั•ษงฮฑโˆ‚ฯƒัก. โ”€(โ™ฅ)โ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆ(โ™ฅ)โ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆ(โ™ฅ) ษชฦ’ ฦดฯƒฯ… ักฮฑฮทั‚ ั‚ฯƒ cส€ฦด, โ”€(โ™ฅ)โ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆ(โ™ฅ) ษช'สŸสŸ ษ“ั” ฦดฯƒฯ…ส€ ั•ษงฯƒฯ…สŸโˆ‚ั”ส€. โ”€โ”€(โ™ฅ)โ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆ(โ™ฅ) ษชฦ’ ฦดฯƒฯ… ักฮฑฮทั‚ ฮฑ ษงฯ…ษข, โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€(โ™ฅ)โ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆ(โ™ฅ) ษช'สŸสŸ ษ“ั” ฦดฯƒฯ…ส€ ฯษชสŸสŸฯƒัก. โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€(โ™ฅ)โ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆ(โ™ฅ) ษชฦ’ ฦดฯƒฯ… ฮทั”ั”โˆ‚ ั‚ฯƒ ษ“ั” ษงฮฑฯฯฦด, โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€(โ™ฅ)โ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆ(โ™ฅ) ษช'สŸสŸ ษ“ั” ฦดฯƒฯ…ส€ ั•ษฑษชสŸั”. โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€(โ™ฅ)โ–ˆโ–ˆ(โ™ฅ) ษ“ฯ…ั‚ ฮฑฮทฦดั‚ษชษฑั” ฦดฯƒฯ… ฮทั”ั”โˆ‚ ฮฑ ฦ’ส€ษชั”ฮทโˆ‚, โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€(โ™ฅ) ษช'สŸสŸ สฯ…ั•ั‚ ษ“ั” ษฑั”.
Hidden by the Rustling Corn The shortcut through the Corn field tempts you as youโ€™re walking home the clouds above keep the moon concealed As you enter the swaying corn, alone. - The corn grows tall and thick, my friend, the path you chose is muddy it grows in rows without scope or end and in the dark, you hurry - You donโ€™t see the standing forms As you pass them on your way they stand still amongst the swaying corn which hides their pallor, and decay - hundreds gather in this field tonight though you see none at all yet still you look around in fright but the corn grows too thick, too tall - You tell yourself as you continue through โ€œIts merely the rustling of the leaves,โ€ But they see you, and they hear you, And they might not let you leave.
๐•ฟ๐–๐–Š ๐•พ๐–Š๐–›๐–Š๐–“ ๐•ฒ๐–”๐–™๐–๐–Ž๐–ˆ ๐•พ๐–Ž๐–Œ๐–“๐–˜ ๐”–๐”ฑ๐”ฏ๐”ž๐”ซ๐”ค๐”ข ๐”–๐”ญ๐”ž๐” ๐”ข๐”ฐ Essential in creating gothic atmosphere and unsettling the reader, gothic narratives are traditionally set in the โ€˜strangeโ€™ โ€“ places that are unfamiliar and faraway. Think crumbling castles, ancestral homes, religious dwellings, and long ago. Think places distant in time and space. ๐”–๐”ด๐”ฌ๐”ฌ๐”ซ๐”ฆ๐”ซ๐”ค ๐”–๐”ด๐”ข๐”ข๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ข๐”ž๐”ฏ๐”ฑ๐”ฐ The stereotypical gothic heroine is inquisitive and brave, and voraciously reads. She has beauty and purity and is thus a target. Whether a victim to fashion (those tight-laced corsets) or the female condition (I hope my tone is clear here), her defence in danger is the delicate swoon. Though she is likely to suffer, she is usually saved. ๐”–๐”ฒ๐”ฃ๐”ฃ๐”ข๐”ฏ๐”ฆ๐”ซ๐”ค ๐”–๐”ž๐”ณ๐”ฆ๐”ฌ๐”ฒ๐”ฏ๐”ฐ Whether saviour to a swooning heroine (see above) or on adventures all their own, the gothic favours the anti-hero for its male lead. Often intellectual, perhaps academic, for him the human condition is heavy to bear. This long-suffering figure is flawed and doomed and may just reveal the monstrous in man. ๐”–๐”ฅ๐”ž๐”ก๐”ฌ๐”ด๐”ถ ๐”–๐”ฑ๐”ฏ๐”ž๐”ซ๐”ค๐”ข๐”ฏ๐”ฐ Though gothic villains are slow to uncloak themselves, their mould has since been truly set. The shadowy stranger epitomises the fear of โ€˜otherโ€™. Often autocrat, aristocrat, male, and undefined โ€˜foreignโ€™, he is a man out truly for himself. ๐”–๐”ฒ๐”ค๐”ค๐”ข๐”ฐ๐”ฑ๐”ข๐”ก ๐”–๐”ญ๐”ข๐” ๐”ฑ๐”ฏ๐”ข๐”ฐ All sorts of creatures make their home in gothic literature. There are ghosts, spirits, and apparitions; demons, the devil, and the dead returned; vampires, zombies, and apparent monsters. The supernatural may be metaphorical โ€“ a tool for subversion. It is frequently suggested as one thing and revealed to be otherwise, if there at all. ๐”–๐”ฒ๐”ฏ๐”ค๐”ฆ๐”ซ๐”ค ๐”–๐”ฒ๐”ฐ๐”ญ๐”ข๐”ซ๐”ฐ๐”ข The gothic tone is of fear: terror or horror, and halted breath. It is dread that creeps and suspicion that grows. Suspense builds in uncanny spaces, where everything is unnerving and nothing is as it seems. Often at odds with logic, rational thought is invited to leave as heightened senses are startled by the wind. ๐”–๐”ฉ๐”ข๐”ข๐”ญ๐”ฉ๐”ข๐”ฐ๐”ฐ ๐”–๐”ฌ๐”ฒ๐”ฉ๐”ฐ Just as the narrative fiction aims to unsettle the mind of the reader, gothic protagonists are similarly disturbed. Nighttime casts shadows on certainty. Sleep, if achieved, is addled with nightmares. Waking hours, in turn, are similarly plagued. The concept of reality is toyed with as sanity and truth can no longer be presumed.
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