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All's Fair in Love and War46, 47, 48.All's Fair in Love and War
Sirius lay sprawled on his bed, feet propped up on the wall. With a focus he generally reserved for planning the most elaborate pranks he sorted through a massive pile of multicolored hearts. Beside him James picked through a considerably smaller pile. As I was saying, St. Valentines day has been a dark holiday for centuries! Remus sat forlornly on his own bed, gesticulating and shaking his head in an unusual display of bad temper. Twenty-two, twentyhold on! This ones from McGonagall! Does that count? James plucked a particularly formal looking note from his


RemusRemus Lupin must have been born old. Or was it just that no one could imagine him-- with his threadbare coat, patched trousers, and the patience of a very old dog-- as anything but middle-aged. Remus as a child spitting up mashed carrots and drawing stick figures. Remus as an adolescent necking in the hallways. They were ludicrous images, so antithetical to the man as most people perceived him. Still, he must have been born. He must have grown as all children do and changed. What had he been like as a teenager? Quiet, insecure, intelligent, soft-spoken, studious. Had he been so predictable? Perhaps he had even managed to make his professors lRemus


Gemma RemembersI remember everything: four girls strong as thunder conjuring impossible flowersGemma Remembers
and daydreams in another world. I say their names like prayers.
Ann unremarkable as parchment. Felicity a lioness, wild and too powerful to ignore. Pip meant for cameos and evergreen bowers. And one, who like an odd puzzle piece, never quite fit anywhere.
We flew like hawks through Londons dark fog chasing the sweet far thing and trying to forget all that chained us to the earth.
Ann shredding her wrists to taste sensation. Felicity raging in arrows and
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I vow never to visit someone who favorited my art without commenting on it first. Because it's about the art, not the pageviews.
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98% of teenagers do or has tried smoking pot. If you're one of the 2% who hasn't, copy & paste this in your signature.
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"instill the love of you into all the world, for a good character is what is remembered." -ttfm
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Those who write on Heavens's Walls
Should mold their shit in little balls.
And those who read these lines of wit
Should eat these little balls of shit.
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We spend our days, each one of us, in looking for the secret of life. Well, the secret of life is in art. ~ Oscar Wilde
If only kisses were pisses,
If only ticks were taks.
yo.!@#$
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Those who write on Heavens's Walls
Should mold their shit in little balls.
And those who read these lines of wit
Should eat these little balls of shit.
Your dreams will fly on magical wings when you follow your heart!"
-Thumbelina
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