| About Me... I'm an odd cross between a Dormouse and an Eccentric Cat... only without all the money. I mostly keep to myself, socializing with a small group of tight knit friends and family. It's not so much that I dislike being around other people, so much as feel uncomfortable, as I have trouble making connections and conversation. I've been called a geek, nerd, strange, odd, weird and crazy growing up. As an adult, I've come to accept that I am all of these things at one time or another. They make up part of who I am, but I am not defined solely by such labels, nor should anyone else be. I enjoy the company of creative and intelligent people. I love sharing, viewing, or discussing anything art or science related. I enjoying gaming, obviously...lol. I'm a mother, spouse, friend, sibling, offspring, and at times a caregiver, disciplinarian and/or confidant. I am thankful of my friends and family, who play these roles for me when I have been in need, and for sticking around when I am not. <3 Interests and Hobbies Reading, Role Playing Games (no... not that kind you perv!), Aetolia, The Sims, The Sims 2 & Sims 3, Graphic Design, Painting with Acrylics, Jewelry Design, Fiber Arts, Crafts, Crochet, Loom Knitting, Polymer Clay, Bead and Button making, PMC, Beading, Sculpting, Drawing, Cooking, Eclectic Music, Board and Box Games, Free Thinking, Brain Storming, Puzzles, Homeschooling, Macabre Art, Fantastic, Surrealist, or Classical, Interesting Personalities. |
=Celithralia
ChrysCorruptor of Dreams
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StormFlower petals fall like snow,Storm
tears fall like rain,
my intentions come crashing down, hail in a storm,
hurricane in my mind,
to hear you say my name again, water, wash over me, pull me down into your glassy depths, let me drown in your cold security, where the storm cannot reach.
by =Celithralia
Margaret DawnHey there, Margaret Dawn,Margaret Dawn
where did you get that locket?
I got it down town, while wonderin' around, picked from a strangers pocket.
Oh dear, Margaret Dawn, did no one try and stop it?
I never got caught, wonderin' around, going through strangers pockets.
For shame, Margaret Dawn, they'll hold down your hand and chop it.
My hand or my head, I'm unafraid, let them come hither and lop it.
Dear, dear, Margaret Dawn, Your mind, I fear you have lost it.
Quite possible yes, your statement is true, Oh where in t
by =Celithralia
BeautyBeauty,Beauty
the world only
wants it skin deep.
No remorse,
no guilt,
no sadness,
when crushing it between
forefinger and thumb. It was unsightly on the inside anyway. So, crush me
like you did the others...
tear away my pulchritudinous wrappings,
expose to the world
what you know to be true.
Toss aside
the repugnant contents of my being
and continue on with your
righteous crusade.
The truth is ugly,
and that part is worthless to you.
by =Celithralia
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- Current Residence: Ohio
- Interests: Heh... see above.
- Operating System: The dread pirate Vista
- Skin of choice: Usually My Own... depends on what I'm in the mood for.
- Favourite game: Currently... Aetolia and The Sims 3
- Personal Quote: Upholding the willing suspension of disbelief.
- Website: http://www.daedalsims.com
- Email: celithralia@gmail.com
- Skype: Celithralia
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St. Francis said,
“A man who uses his hands is a laborer. One who uses his hands and mind is a craftsman. He who uses his hands, and his mind, and his heart is an artist.”
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