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Monday, November 17, 2008

Madagascar! SQUEALS.

It was pretty much a mandune plot,

but the animations were awful cute <3

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Swinging high, catching the breeze.

And I suddenly felt like being alone.

So much for wanting to be special,

so much for wanting to be more.

Just slightly.

As a little girl I used to wake up in the middle of the night remembering my wildest dreams-

I was flying; I was locked in a chocolate factory; I was queen of a Carribean isle.

I would wake with the smell of frangipani in my hair or clouds caught in the hem of my nightgown until I realised I was all along, somewhere different.

Sky♥ 11:53 PM