While for some spring is a time of excitement and pleasantness, for me it means STRESS STRESS STRESS. I seem to be trapped in that fourth quarter blues... getting closer and closer to the end of the year, meaning more and more assignments due and papers to write and books to read. I haven't written a thing that wasn't assigned for school in months. I just can't wait until school is over and I can finally think freely again. I can write and think about what I want, and what I feel, instead of what I'm told to, for a grade. I can read books for fun again instead of taking notes and highlighting every other sentence. I can sleep at night and feel more energized because I won't be worrying about getting all of my homework done, along with keeping up with my job and guitar lessons. And most of all, I'll have time to actually check out all of your works! I've missed them! Just one more month...







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You may be right
I may be crazy
But it just may be a lunatic you're looking for
Turn out the light
Don't try to save me
You may be wrong for all I know
But you may be right
Thank you so much for the wonderful
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Hope you stop by again soon!!!
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Aishling O'Neill Photography


Photo's of Ireland
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Darkness is an optical illusion.
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Across the face of the Earth, her ruby cheeks shone; Winds of whisper buried seeds of rumor, made her secret well grown.
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Let me stand perchance
In ecstasy,
Fixed and free
In a rhyme,
As poets do.
-Edward Thomas
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Across the face of the Earth, her ruby cheeks shone; Winds of whisper buried seeds of rumor, made her secret well grown.
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Across the face of the Earth, her ruby cheeks shone; Winds of whisper buried seeds of rumor, made her secret well grown.
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I am not measured by my aspirations, I am measured by my actions.
Binary Culture
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