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I Lust You: A Romance Story

Sometimes I like to write stories with pictures. Once upon a time I actually wanted to be a children's book illustrator... I thought I loved drawing. But then I realized I was a better writer than artist. Plus I love writing more :D 

Yet, at times... art is still quite fun ;D 











This is my 200th post. I think that's kinda exciting ;D If you actually count the posts you will only find 199. This is because of my blog being redesigned (one of my best friends is very techy!). So that means I'm going through old posts and getting rid of pictures that I wasn't allowed to use (I was ignorant with picture laws when I started blogging) and adding tags. One post was all pictures that weren't mine, so I deleted that ;p 
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  1. Ivie BrooksFebruary 15, 2018 at 9:00 AM

    Happy 200th post! That's amazing. Even posts reverted back to drafts count. I did that a while back with some political posts that trolls were commenting on. I decided I wanted my blog to be centered on Jesus and writing, anyway, and those posts bothered me a little now.

    Happy (late) Valentines Day. <3

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    1. Keturah LambFebruary 15, 2018 at 2:59 PM

      Thanks! Oh, that’s sad you deleted those. I followed your blog because I loved those rant posts. Of course now I love more than just those... 😂

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  2. Grace MarieFebruary 15, 2018 at 2:46 PM

    This story is spot on.

    I had to delete a bunch of my posts because I didn't realize that either. :/

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    1. Keturah LambFebruary 15, 2018 at 2:59 PM

      Thanks!
      Yeah, it’s crazy how that works 😬

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  3. AnnaFebruary 15, 2018 at 7:16 PM

    Wow sadly this story is only too relevant, you illustrated it quite sharply for such few pictures!

    And happy 200 posts!!!

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    1. Keturah LambFebruary 15, 2018 at 7:26 PM

      Yes ;/ It is sad, despite how I was making light of it ;/ And thanks! I must say I did enjoy doing it... ;0 Thanks, Anna!

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  4. UnknownFebruary 15, 2018 at 10:37 PM

    This is kind of funny in a sad way xD

    Especially when many of us in the Western world don't have as much pressure to get married straight away. We shouldn't hurry - we should just try to take things slowly.

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    1. Keturah LambFebruary 16, 2018 at 6:27 AM

      Yes, I know just what you mean. Except I don't think it's about how slow or fast we take it, or even age (the average marrying age is like almost 30). I know people that married young after barely knowing each other, yet their marriage is strong. And then others that married after dating a long while, yet their marriage is not so great. I think the difference is our culture has a wrong perception of what marriage means, what roles we each have, and most of all many individuals marry with selfish outlooks of "This is about me and my desires and what I want".

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