flutter & lull

WORLD BEHIND MY WALL

An easily confused girl who talks at the speed of a train and walks too slowly; a compulsive runner; a diehard athlete with dreams; hopes of opening up her own restaruant one day; often plays basketball and sims but always makes the same wish at 1111; loves Dwight Howard and watches all Magic games.
Ghosts in the Daylight.

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Sunday, June 13, 2010 x 10:57 PM

Aristotle

"We make war
that we may live in peace."

Includes 1bed/1bath.

Fully furnished. Needs Seasons and OFB.

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This is a woodsy home that's seculded yet welcoming. The Winnie the Pooh book is on the table this time. I, again, did not create any of the custom objects. I just simply put it together. Have fun!

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Oatmeal Breakfast Cookie

In a big bowl cream together the butter and brown sugar. After combined, mix in vanilla, applesauce and the eggs. Stir in flour, baking soda, salt, and cinnamon. Then fold in chopped walnuts, dried fruit, and rolled oats. With a tablespoon drop dough on cookie sheet and bake at 350 degrees Fahrenheit (177 degrees Celsius) until sides are brown, about 17-18 minutes for me. (: Apprécier!

1/2 cup butter

1 cup brown sugar

1 teaspoon vanilla

1/2 cup applesauce

2 eggs

1 1/2 cup flour

1 teaspoon baking soda

1/2 teaspoon salt

1 teaspoon cinnamon

1/2 cup chopped walnuts

1 cup dried fruit

3 cups rolled oats

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February 5th, Friday morning, purple dawn.
Broke a yawn, as a I stepped through the fog, like I stepped to a song.
A moment like a poem, you wish you could hold it.
I shut my eyes like it's frozen, it's gone when I open.
It slipped passed the clouds right there where it lingered.
Like your band and a girl could slip through your fingers.
My feet hit the ground like a beat for the lonely.
ON a path beaten down by the crowds in the morning.
If only I could touch past the phony.
If only they were there now to hold me.
As the questions keep droning.

You're the only one who stuck it out last night.
The only other one who caught the other line.
You're the only one when this world collides.
The one that I can't deny.
-Mat Kearney-
Dancing Sheep