Arizona    1999 -    
The poets eye, in a fine frenzy rolling, doth glance from Heaven to Earth, from Earth to Heaven; and as imagination bodies forth the forms of things unknown, the poet's pen turns them into shapes, and gives to airy nothing, a local habitation and name.
--- William Shakespeare
The poets eye, in a fine frenzy rolling, doth glance from Heaven to Earth, from Earth to Heaven; and as imagination bodies forth the forms of things unknown, the poet's pen turns them into shapes, and gives to airy nothing, a local habitation and name.
--- William Shakespeare
An Laige
An Laige
1 day ago

δεν είστε τόσο ισχυρή.

An Laige
An Laige
2 days ago

Dear user,
Can't figure out how you spelled your new tag. Luna Craft is our mutual follower as well as Jessi Falk. This will be my last response to you.

I ask you to grow up. Stop checking my social media pages, or having someone else check them for you. That's petty. And borderline stalking and obsession. Keep my name out of your mouth. Don't speak of me whether it's because you want drama or because you're just shooting the shit with someone.

I've not given you any thoughts until Monica told me about her day at school. So, I checked your page to see if you posted anything, because knowing you and your habits, you can't keep anything private. You did. On HP. So I told Monica because I was concerned about her. She thanked me and that was all. I screenshoted your poem and posted it on Instagram because I thought you were telling Monica to kill herself. You weren't, you were either quoting her, or projecting. Then I took it down because I decided that you're not worth any of my time because let's face it, I don't have much time these days. I have way better things to do than be petty like this.

I ask you to take down any picture of/about me. Any poems, any posts on Facebook etc.. Because if you don't, that's bullying. Stop projecting your own character traits onto me. Don't think about me or talk about me.

All I'm asking is that you stop being petty and grow up.

An Laige
An Laige
2 days ago

I don't care about you.
I only care about me and the honest, good people in my life.
I don't stalk your pages waiting for you to post something.
I only have other people, you know, our mutual friends and followers asking what happened now.
I don't speak of you to anyone that does not already know you and the whole truth of what you've done.  
I keep your poisonous, wretched name out of my mouth.
I don't post the first indirects, you do.
I only respond on defense.
I am the more mature person and take them down because you're not worth my breath.
I don't think the world revolves around me.
I am not self centered.
I'm honest.
I don't lie.
I don't exaggerate.
I don't play victim.
I accept the things that I've done instead of projecting them onto others.
I realize now that I'm a much better person when it comes to you.
I realize that's because I grew up.
I realize that's because I can accept not being the center of attention.

An Laige
An Laige
2 days ago

You should stop being so petty.
You should stop thinking the world revolves around you.
You should stop checking my page.
You should stop acting so innocent.
You should stop lying about the things you and I both have done.
You should stop being such a big twat with an even bigger mouth.
You should put your disgusting vendetta aside and grow up.
You should stop responding; it only makes you look foolish.
You should stop replying; it makes you look like you have nothing better to do.
You, honey, should stop.

An Laige
An Laige
3 days ago

(n).
a blood feud in which the family of a murdered person seeks vengeance on the murderer or the murderer's family.

You used the word wrong.
An Laige
An Laige
3 days ago

tahW ma I gniod

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An Laige
An Laige
6 days ago

How fun it would be
To fall down a hole into a far away place,
Full of creatures unknown,
Stories untold,
A universe away from the human race.

How fun it would be
To be able to think all day.
Mad as a hatter,
Crooked as a caterpillar,
With no one to feed your head except
The whispering winds around you.

Oh Alice, dear Alice,
How I do envy you.
Up here, surrounded by malice
Violence, and ever-vacuous people.

Every day we feed our heads with
The words of crooked politicians
And mindless, uncivil movements.

Oh Alice, dear Alice,
This world's time is ticking closer
To the end.

 
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