electricsexdoll:

The most amazingly talented thefrenchguidoune asked to edit some photos of mine that she liked and I of course, jumped at the chance. I absolutely love the touch of her style that she put on them. Thank you so much, lovely lady.

When ESD posted one of these photo I totaly was in love with it! So poetic, light was so good! I was jealous I was not the one to take these amazing photos! I ask electricsexdoll if I could try and edit some of her photos! 

These are my edit, but I barely work on them since they were perfect at first! 

Merci ESD for letting me play around your photos.. As always you are simply in inspiration and a wonderful human 😘
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electricsexdoll:

The most amazingly talented thefrenchguidoune asked to edit some photos of mine that she liked and I of course, jumped at the chance. I absolutely love the touch of her style that she put on them. Thank you so much, lovely lady.

When ESD posted one of these photo I totaly was in love with it! So poetic, light was so good! I was jealous I was not the one to take these amazing photos! I ask electricsexdoll if I could try and edit some of her photos! 

These are my edit, but I barely work on them since they were perfect at first! 

Merci ESD for letting me play around your photos.. As always you are simply in inspiration and a wonderful human 😘
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electricsexdoll:

The most amazingly talented thefrenchguidoune asked to edit some photos of mine that she liked and I of course, jumped at the chance. I absolutely love the touch of her style that she put on them. Thank you so much, lovely lady.

When ESD posted one of these photo I totaly was in love with it! So poetic, light was so good! I was jealous I was not the one to take these amazing photos! I ask electricsexdoll if I could try and edit some of her photos! 

These are my edit, but I barely work on them since they were perfect at first! 

Merci ESD for letting me play around your photos.. As always you are simply in inspiration and a wonderful human 😘
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electricsexdoll:

The most amazingly talented thefrenchguidoune asked to edit some photos of mine that she liked and I of course, jumped at the chance. I absolutely love the touch of her style that she put on them. Thank you so much, lovely lady.

When ESD posted one of these photo I totaly was in love with it! So poetic, light was so good! I was jealous I was not the one to take these amazing photos! I ask electricsexdoll if I could try and edit some of her photos! 

These are my edit, but I barely work on them since they were perfect at first! 

Merci ESD for letting me play around your photos.. As always you are simply in inspiration and a wonderful human 😘
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electricsexdoll:

The most amazingly talented thefrenchguidoune asked to edit some photos of mine that she liked and I of course, jumped at the chance. I absolutely love the touch of her style that she put on them. Thank you so much, lovely lady.

When ESD posted one of these photo I totaly was in love with it! So poetic, light was so good! I was jealous I was not the one to take these amazing photos! I ask electricsexdoll if I could try and edit some of her photos! These are my edit, but I barely work on them since they were perfect at first! Merci ESD for letting me play around your photos.. As always you are simply in inspiration and a wonderful human 😘
“Fairy tales are more than true: not because they tell us that dragons exist, but because they tell us that dragons can be beaten.” 
― Neil Gaiman, Coraline

“Fairy tales are more than true: not because they tell us that dragons exist, but because they tell us that dragons can be beaten.”
― Neil Gaiman, Coraline

“One day many years ago a man walked along and stood in the sound of the ocean on a cold sunless shore and said, “We need a voice to call across the water, to warn ships; I’ll make one. I’ll make a voice like all of time and all of the fog that ever was; I’ll make a voice that is like an empty bed beside you all night long, and like an empty house when you open the door, and like trees in autumn with no leaves.

 A sound like the birds flying south, crying, and a sound like November wind and the sea on the hard, cold shore. I’ll make a sound that’s so alone that no one can miss it, that whoever hears it will weep in their souls, and hearths will seem warmer, and being inside will seem better to all who hear it in the distant towns. I’ll make me a sound and an apparatus and they’ll call it a Fog Horn and whoever hears it will know the sadness of eternity and the briefness of life.”

The Fog Horn blew.” 
― Ray Bradbury,
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“One day many years ago a man walked along and stood in the sound of the ocean on a cold sunless shore and said, “We need a voice to call across the water, to warn ships; I’ll make one. I’ll make a voice like all of time and all of the fog that ever was; I’ll make a voice that is like an empty bed beside you all night long, and like an empty house when you open the door, and like trees in autumn with no leaves.

 A sound like the birds flying south, crying, and a sound like November wind and the sea on the hard, cold shore. I’ll make a sound that’s so alone that no one can miss it, that whoever hears it will weep in their souls, and hearths will seem warmer, and being inside will seem better to all who hear it in the distant towns. I’ll make me a sound and an apparatus and they’ll call it a Fog Horn and whoever hears it will know the sadness of eternity and the briefness of life.”

The Fog Horn blew.” 
― Ray Bradbury,
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“One day many years ago a man walked along and stood in the sound of the ocean on a cold sunless shore and said, “We need a voice to call across the water, to warn ships; I’ll make one. I’ll make a voice like all of time and all of the fog that ever was; I’ll make a voice that is like an empty bed beside you all night long, and like an empty house when you open the door, and like trees in autumn with no leaves.

 A sound like the birds flying south, crying, and a sound like November wind and the sea on the hard, cold shore. I’ll make a sound that’s so alone that no one can miss it, that whoever hears it will weep in their souls, and hearths will seem warmer, and being inside will seem better to all who hear it in the distant towns. I’ll make me a sound and an apparatus and they’ll call it a Fog Horn and whoever hears it will know the sadness of eternity and the briefness of life.”

The Fog Horn blew.” 
― Ray Bradbury,
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“One day many years ago a man walked along and stood in the sound of the ocean on a cold sunless shore and said, “We need a voice to call across the water, to warn ships; I’ll make one. I’ll make a voice like all of time and all of the fog that ever was; I’ll make a voice that is like an empty bed beside you all night long, and like an empty house when you open the door, and like trees in autumn with no leaves.

 A sound like the birds flying south, crying, and a sound like November wind and the sea on the hard, cold shore. I’ll make a sound that’s so alone that no one can miss it, that whoever hears it will weep in their souls, and hearths will seem warmer, and being inside will seem better to all who hear it in the distant towns. I’ll make me a sound and an apparatus and they’ll call it a Fog Horn and whoever hears it will know the sadness of eternity and the briefness of life.”

The Fog Horn blew.” 
― Ray Bradbury,
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“One day many years ago a man walked along and stood in the sound of the ocean on a cold sunless shore and said, “We need a voice to call across the water, to warn ships; I’ll make one. I’ll make a voice like all of time and all of the fog that ever was; I’ll make a voice that is like an empty bed beside you all night long, and like an empty house when you open the door, and like trees in autumn with no leaves.

 A sound like the birds flying south, crying, and a sound like November wind and the sea on the hard, cold shore. I’ll make a sound that’s so alone that no one can miss it, that whoever hears it will weep in their souls, and hearths will seem warmer, and being inside will seem better to all who hear it in the distant towns. I’ll make me a sound and an apparatus and they’ll call it a Fog Horn and whoever hears it will know the sadness of eternity and the briefness of life.”

The Fog Horn blew.” 
― Ray Bradbury,
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“One day many years ago a man walked along and stood in the sound of the ocean on a cold sunless shore and said, “We need a voice to call across the water, to warn ships; I’ll make one. I’ll make a voice like all of time and all of the fog that ever was; I’ll make a voice that is like an empty bed beside you all night long, and like an empty house when you open the door, and like trees in autumn with no leaves.

 A sound like the birds flying south, crying, and a sound like November wind and the sea on the hard, cold shore. I’ll make a sound that’s so alone that no one can miss it, that whoever hears it will weep in their souls, and hearths will seem warmer, and being inside will seem better to all who hear it in the distant towns. I’ll make me a sound and an apparatus and they’ll call it a Fog Horn and whoever hears it will know the sadness of eternity and the briefness of life.”

The Fog Horn blew.” 
― Ray Bradbury,
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“One day many years ago a man walked along and stood in the sound of the ocean on a cold sunless shore and said, “We need a voice to call across the water, to warn ships; I’ll make one. I’ll make a voice like all of time and all of the fog that ever was; I’ll make a voice that is like an empty bed beside you all night long, and like an empty house when you open the door, and like trees in autumn with no leaves.

 A sound like the birds flying south, crying, and a sound like November wind and the sea on the hard, cold shore. I’ll make a sound that’s so alone that no one can miss it, that whoever hears it will weep in their souls, and hearths will seem warmer, and being inside will seem better to all who hear it in the distant towns. I’ll make me a sound and an apparatus and they’ll call it a Fog Horn and whoever hears it will know the sadness of eternity and the briefness of life.”

The Fog Horn blew.” 
― Ray Bradbury,
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“One day many years ago a man walked along and stood in the sound of the ocean on a cold sunless shore and said, “We need a voice to call across the water, to warn ships; I’ll make one. I’ll make a voice like all of time and all of the fog that ever was; I’ll make a voice that is like an empty bed beside you all night long, and like an empty house when you open the door, and like trees in autumn with no leaves.

 A sound like the birds flying south, crying, and a sound like November wind and the sea on the hard, cold shore. I’ll make a sound that’s so alone that no one can miss it, that whoever hears it will weep in their souls, and hearths will seem warmer, and being inside will seem better to all who hear it in the distant towns. I’ll make me a sound and an apparatus and they’ll call it a Fog Horn and whoever hears it will know the sadness of eternity and the briefness of life.”

The Fog Horn blew.” 
― Ray Bradbury,
Zoom Info

“One day many years ago a man walked along and stood in the sound of the ocean on a cold sunless shore and said, “We need a voice to call across the water, to warn ships; I’ll make one. I’ll make a voice like all of time and all of the fog that ever was; I’ll make a voice that is like an empty bed beside you all night long, and like an empty house when you open the door, and like trees in autumn with no leaves.

A sound like the birds flying south, crying, and a sound like November wind and the sea on the hard, cold shore. I’ll make a sound that’s so alone that no one can miss it, that whoever hears it will weep in their souls, and hearths will seem warmer, and being inside will seem better to all who hear it in the distant towns. I’ll make me a sound and an apparatus and they’ll call it a Fog Horn and whoever hears it will know the sadness of eternity and the briefness of life.”

The Fog Horn blew.”
― Ray Bradbury,

Who stole the soul
 And who stole the heart
 And who took the spark from inside of me
 Why can’t I breathe
And I’m afraid they won’t stop
 Til all the poets have failed
 Til all the good men are jailed
 For nothin’ at all
 Who let them take the fall
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Who stole the soul
 And who stole the heart
 And who took the spark from inside of me
 Why can’t I breathe
And I’m afraid they won’t stop
 Til all the poets have failed
 Til all the good men are jailed
 For nothin’ at all
 Who let them take the fall
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Who stole the soul
 And who stole the heart
 And who took the spark from inside of me
 Why can’t I breathe
And I’m afraid they won’t stop
 Til all the poets have failed
 Til all the good men are jailed
 For nothin’ at all
 Who let them take the fall
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Who stole the soul
And who stole the heart
And who took the spark from inside of me
Why can’t I breathe

And I’m afraid they won’t stop
Til all the poets have failed
Til all the good men are jailed
For nothin’ at all
Who let them take the fall

You and me were always with each other
Before we knew the others was ever there
You and me we belong together
Just like a breath needs the air
I told you if you called I would come runnin’
Across the highs the lows and the in between
You and me we’ve got two minds that think as one
And our hearts march to the same beat
They say everything it happens for a reason
You can be flawed enough but perfect for a person
Someone who will be there for you when you fall apart
Guiding your direction when you’re riding through the dark,
Oh that’s you and me

You and me we’re searching’ for the same light
Desperate for a cure to this disease
Well some days are better than others,
But I fear no thing as long as you’re with me
They say everything’ it happens for a reason
You can be flawed enough but perfect for a person
Someone who will be there for you when you fall apart
Guiding your direction when you’re riding through the dark

And they say, everything it happens for a reason
You can be flawed enough but perfect for a person
Someone who will be there for you when you start to fall apart,
Guiding your direction when you’re riding through the dark

Oh that’s you and me
Oh that’s you and me
Oh that’s you and me
That’s you and me