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In a place where the trees never grow, where flowers never bloom, where all life in lost, there is a light. This light is the flicker of good that lives on in our hearts to this very day. 



Age 27
She/Her
Littleroot Town, Hoenn, Emerald Ver.
Seen October 5th, 2020
Posted August 16th, 2009
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The place is full of sorrow;There is no joy, no song. There is a valley without a flower, feeling the wind go by. There is a riverbed without water, forever and ever dry. Everything seems so dreary; it feels just too airy, But on the hill, there's a small wildflower that never cries. Because hope is what it lives on.




In a place where the trees never grow, where flowers never bloom, where all life in lost, there is a light. This light is the flicker of good that lives on in our hearts to this very day. 



In a place where the trees never grow, where flowers never bloom, where all life in lost, there is a light. This light is the flicker of good that lives on in our hearts to this very day. 



In a place where the trees never grow, where flowers never bloom, where all life in lost, there is a light. This light is the flicker of good that lives on in our hearts to this very day. 



In a place where the trees never grow, where flowers never bloom, where all life in lost, there is a light. This light is the flicker of good that lives on in our hearts to this very day. 




Love is not affectionate feeling, but a steady wish for the loved person's ultimate good as far as it can be obtained.
C. S. Lewis
C. S. Lewis
♥ Dedicated to Justin, a guy I want to know much better ♥
☼You make me smile like the sun, fall outta bed
Sing like a bird, Dizzy in my head
Spin like a record, Crazy on a Sunday night
You make me dance like fool, Forget how to breathe
Shine like gold, Buzz like a bee
Just the thought of you can drive me wild
Oh, you make me smile☼
Literature adds to reality, it does not simply describe it. It enriches the necessary competencies that daily life requires and provides; and in this respect, it irrigates the deserts that our lives have already become.
C. S. Lewis




