Charlotte!
HI!I'm CHARLOTTE fresh in 13 this year. I am also a CONTEMPORARY dancer who resides in super sunny Singapore.
I like burying myself in my fantasies just to keep me happy.
God gave life to me on 24TH APRIL
And i ABSOLUTELY LOVE being aTaurus.
I am weird, So you better watch out!
I LOVECookies and cream from Ben and Jerry's.The cones are REAL CRISPY.
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HI!I'm CHARLOTTE fresh in 13 this year. I am also a CONTEMPORARY dancer who resides in super sunny Singapore.
I like burying myself in my fantasies just to keep me happy.
God gave life to me on 24TH APRIL
And i ABSOLUTELY LOVE being aTaurus.
I am weird, So you better watch out!
I LOVECookies and cream from Ben and Jerry's.The cones are REAL CRISPY.
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Shedding my shirt, my book, my coat, my life
leaving them, empty husks and fallen leaves
going in search of food and for a spring
of sweet water.
I'll find a tree as wide as ten fat men
clear water rilling over its grey roots
berries i'll find, and crab-apples and nuts,
and call it home.
I'll tell the wind my name, and no one else.
True madness takes or leaves us in the wood
half-way through all our lives. My skin will be
my face now.
I must be nuts. Sense left with shoes and house,
my guts are cramped. I'll stumble through the green
back to my roots, and leaves and thorns and buds,
and shiver.
I'll leave the way of words to walk the wood
I'll be the forest's man, and greet the sun,
And feel the silence blossom on my tongue,
like language.
-NEIL GAILMAN (FRAGILE THINGS)
leaving them, empty husks and fallen leaves
going in search of food and for a spring
of sweet water.
I'll find a tree as wide as ten fat men
clear water rilling over its grey roots
berries i'll find, and crab-apples and nuts,
and call it home.
I'll tell the wind my name, and no one else.
True madness takes or leaves us in the wood
half-way through all our lives. My skin will be
my face now.
I must be nuts. Sense left with shoes and house,
my guts are cramped. I'll stumble through the green
back to my roots, and leaves and thorns and buds,
and shiver.
I'll leave the way of words to walk the wood
I'll be the forest's man, and greet the sun,
And feel the silence blossom on my tongue,
like language.
-NEIL GAILMAN (FRAGILE THINGS)
