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Lach, mensen, lach -Dutch-Soms jeukt de schmink. Lach, mensen, lach. Soms jeukt dat masker van vrolijkheid dat mij onaantastbaar maakt. Soms ziet de bloem waar water uit komt er uit als een bazooka. Wanneer de spotlights op mij gericht staan en mensen lachen tot ze huilen of in ieder geval doen alsof ze lachen en wanneer Etienne grijnst. Lach, mensen, lach.Lach, mensen, lach -Dutch-
Soms doet de geschilderde lach op mijn gezicht pijn. Lach, mensen, lach. Soms wil ik de rode pruik afzetten nog voordat het applaus daar klinkt. Soms klinkt het gelach en gejuich en geklap als geweersalvo’s. Soms probeer ik weg te rennen. Maar de spotlights achtervolgen mij en dwingen mij om over
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GramsGrams had never been the perfect babysitter that had come right out of a catalogue, and she’d be the first to admit it. We never minded, though, and she didn’t either. She always told us that brushing your teeth and keeping your clothes clean weren’t the essentials of growing up. What our parents thought about that... oh well, that was irrelevant.Grams
We weren’t related by blood. But, as she said, we’d been related by soul, and that was reason enough to recognize each other as family, and since she was old, and we were young, it wasn’t more than logical she was our grams. She told us bedtime stories and
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Never In Tune-Ryden-oneshotHow can such small simple things be similar?Never In Tune-Ryden-oneshot
How can religions and holiday celebrations be represented in such ways but be full of contrast? How can opposites attract? How can these small differences play such a big roll? Like words and actions. Salutes in comparison to the Heil Hitler; synonym to cinnamon!
This question tears down his mind and suffocates his conscience. He is the boy next to the window. He is the boy with dark hair and dark eyes. He never smiles and he walks with his shoulders slumped.
The peculiar thing bout him though is that he used to smile, his eyes once were sharp and bright, his
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The Innocent-Ryden-oneshotHis hands are smooth. Slightly calloused at the fingertips but smooth. As he glides them over the other's exposed skin, he's got him squirming. All the clothes had just dropped, swaying with the rhythm of their lust and neither can help the smile formed perfectly on their unusually attractive features. Brendon loves watching him squirm the way he does with his adorable baby face.The Innocent-Ryden-oneshot
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- Current Residence: The Netherlands :E
- Interests: Music, Chocolate, Photography, Guitars...
- Favourite movie: PotC, LotR, The Ring, Scarie Movie
- Favourite band or musician: Panic At The Disco, Simple Plan, Fall Out Boy, Good Charlotte, Tokio Hotel, My American Heart etc.
- Favourite genre of music: Mainly punk-rock
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- Shell of choice: Poisoned ones n__n
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