| Loving you is like chewing on tin foil; rough edges that scrape my mouth (my heart), leaving me with only a bitter, metallic taste. ~*~ WARNING: I will more than likely offend you at some point. |
| Loving you is like chewing on tin foil; rough edges that scrape my mouth (my heart), leaving me with only a bitter, metallic taste. ~*~ WARNING: I will more than likely offend you at some point. |


Mind Control... - A ResponseYou are going to attempt mind control over me. Very well.Mind Control... - A Response
I am picturing myself at the age of 7, a thin face housing worldly eyes that only the Creator could have understood. Keeping that 7-year-old mind frame, I am going to answer your questions as best as I can. As simple as I can, no thought for answers...just feeling. I'm ready. Let's begin.
When I stared at the sun on a chilly, winter day for so long that after a while it started to become something else to my young imagination, it was, in my eye, a new world, uninhabited by the madness of the world I lived in, clean and fresh and welcoming. And when I blinked,


-title-she paints her cheeks with circus-clown-teardrops, two black triangles beneath her baby-blue eyes, so that she doesn't have to let her real tears out, and I think that she must have been beautiful once.-title-
he wants a lover that he doesn't have to love, someone without a name or a face or a heart to break, because when he asks himself if he can feel anymore, he shakes his head to himself, saying, "I forget."
she wonders if emptiness is a virtue, like patience because if it is, she thinks she must probably be a saint. she fills her emptiness with pictures on the wall o


Wishes and WantsI wish there was a crayon color called 'chaos' so that I could color in pictures of myself. Maybe I should write to Crayola and tell them.Wishes and Wants
I want to sit between your knees and feel the warmness of your chest against my back. Maybe it would calm my racing thoughts.
I want to paint butterflies beneath my breasts so that you can see them without an x-ray. Maybe if I do it right, I can make them flutter.
I wish that we could swallow burning coals to light us up from the inside and keep us warm. Maybe we will be like the fireflies if we do.
| "I write for the same reason I breathe - because if I didn't, I would die." ~ Isaac Asimov |


FanceeI pursed my lips at the sight of the proud man standing before me, A sick grin crossed his face as he began loosening his black tie, He walked toward me and said, "Don't worry I'll take it nice and easy," By the look of the seductive red dress you'd think I wasn't too shy, But pain churned inside my stomach as he touched my hot red cheek, I closed my eyes tightly imagining someone who loved my aching heart, Slowly I turned hard after that night, claiming money and looking chic, You may just see me as a stupid whore, but I'm pretty damn smart!Fancee
| The things I like, the things that move me, the things that I think tell a story, all go in here. If I don't comment on your work after faving it, don't take it personally. It's probably a good thing. I never delete anything from my favorites, so you'll find quite a variety here. |
by *Arehandora
by ~TemplaSimpina| All the things I want the most. |
| Will exist soon. |
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Love you. Hate me hard.
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And for this certainty, I wanted to give up my entire being...
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Love you. Hate me hard.
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And for this certainty, I wanted to give up my entire being...
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Love you. Hate me hard.
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And for this certainty, I wanted to give up my entire being...
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Love you. Hate me hard.
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And for this certainty, I wanted to give up my entire being...
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find me a storm where the wild winds blow.
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