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Sierra, 22, College Student.
Positive Thinking, Poetry, Writing, Harry Potter, Health, T.S. Eliot, Weed, Emma Watson, Sex, Peace, Misfits S.1-3, Avengers, Batman & Robin, Coffee, Inspiring Quotes, Being a Romantic Hippie, and whatever else I’m into.
I’m horribly introverted. But I am a gentle creature with a quiet voice and a vivacious spirit. And if you’re a living being, I already love you, and I care about your plights.

We Are One Among the Fence
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Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed,
The dear repose for limbs with travel tired;
But then begins a journey in my head,
To work my mind, when body’s work’s expired:
For then my thoughts, from far where I abide,
Intend a zealous pilgrimage to thee,
And keep my drooping eyelids open wide,
Looking on darkness which the blind do see
Save that my soul’s imaginary sight
Presents thy shadow to my sightless view,
Which, like a jewel hung in ghastly night,
Makes black night beauteous and her old face new.
Lo! thus, by day my limbs, by night my mind,
For thee and for myself no quiet find.

Sonnet 27, William Shakespeare

God, can you imagine getting to walk this every single day? I don’t know how anyone could ever take that for granted.

God, can you imagine getting to walk this every single day? I don’t know how anyone could ever take that for granted.