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Timothy Von Senden

24 year old Ragamuffin from Melbourne

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B B

B B.

great style, rock n roll !!!! fanned :)

Alice Elizabeth  Dalsjo

Alice Elizabeth D.

She's electric

Another breath, another breath,
Savour it while you breathe her in.
Inhale how it feels, how she feels.
Like lightning through your skin.
It's but a ghostly touch.
She's on the other end of a million pixels.
For your heart to burst, at the dimly lit screen,
Imagine what her eyes could do.
Bones, Bones
The sound of bones, as your fingers are tapping away.
Buttons pushing the story of my lifetime.
Each letter, each syllable,
I'm hearing her voice, If only I was hearing her voice.
I'm watching her face change,
With the flow of topics and mood.
It's low tide, it's high tide.
The water is up to my neck.
I could drown in you. without a care

Sandra Wisniewska

Sandra W.

...that was the best comment ever. love you too!

Sarah Chapman

Sarah C.

ha yer i write too, only not that well.

Giulia T.

Giulia T.

i just can't express with words how pleased i am!
hearing something like that from somebody like you...
it's an honor.
thank you very much

Rhiannon Daly

Rhiannon D.

You are so perfect Timothy.

Fox Girl

Fox G.

your divine darling and you know it.
and you have a sunning sence of style.
x

Alanna T.

Alanna T. @lanatee

thanks for the heart, doll.

followed you on Tumblr. :)

Kayleigh Puget

Kayleigh P. @kayleighpuget

Hahaha I'm not brilliant, but thank you very much (:
That brightened my life up a bit.

Sarah S

Sarah S.

That was a compliment. Hayley has awesome hair, and so do you!

LOLA Phantom

LOLA P. @MissLolaPhantom

ahah =)

nope you are good in french
à bientot

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About Me

Timothy Von Senden

How this feeling of opulence grows, swells inside me like a tempestuous storm
A cumulonimbus sitting resident in my lungs, catastrophic, brouhaha in my organs.
Dissonance of screaming, dreaming, wishing, whispers and sighs.
The smell of death and romance lingers behind him, as if he wears it like a cologne.
A thousand ghosts, play acrobat on his shoulders, haunted and haunting.
The boy who lives like a poltergeist, spectral divination of the thoughts that surround him.
Be a deserted island, be isolated in the middle of the sea.
Current, undertow, be swept away martyr, your belief in yourself is dithering.
The things you cry out for nonchalantly, optimistically, hopefully…
How they flee from your reaching fingers, cry, cry, wail.. oh wail.
Too afraid to stretch, only within grasp will you venture?
Twixt your memories, there I reside, there I reside.
Like a splinter from a sycamore amongst your twisted, gnarled ash.
I hold you close as an evergreen, foliage in my head as pretty as your face.
Existential quandaries pushing further into the cavern.
Won’t you hold my torch?
Won’t you hold my torch, please?
The nychtohylophobia is crushing my heart, and I can’t find a way out.
The cavern has swallowed me whole, and I didn’t even realise I was falling.


My URL :: http://lookbook.nu/werewolf

My Site :: http://www.loup-garou.tumblr.com

OG since August 4, 2009.
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