running toward from youa cat’s paw is floating in the swimming pool; it is so much more pliable in death. as a child, I saw it and climbed out of the water.running toward from you
twilight; dusk; sundown! chlorine keeps the water warm at eight o’clock in the summer full of extremes &#
the Life of Princess ElanaI am in love with the stars when they seem so much closer. From the tallest tower, they look more like little white pebbles than little white grains of sand. Sometimes I try to jump off to see them better, expecting to hit the misty white moor, but I just flawlessly fall back into my bedroom, into my pajamas, into my bed. The blankets smell like vanilla on those nights, vanilla and doughnuts and yellow roses. She must be making it so, doing it on purpose so I’d never want to leave as long as the scent lingered. I always wondered where she got those candles.the Life of Princess Elana
I was in love with a long strip of cloud once, when it was the same
bros 4 lyf... like a face without stars.You always said your soul was with the sea, and you would never fish it out. "That's where it was, that's where it is, that's where it always will be. At home, wandering in the seven seas." I'd always wondered if there was a forgotten eighth sea, but I never argue when I'm right.... like a face without stars.
"Maybe your soul is hiding inside you," I suggested once. But that was impossible; there's no ocean inside you, of course. I'd seen the little cracks where water could get in, though. It was I who told you about the scratch inside your left eye.
X marked the spot, with bleached white chalk or maybe a very coincidental deposit of sea salt. Wi
My DarlingDon’t make a sound, darling, Don’t let them hear, darling, As you break the flesh by tearing a hole, And the hot, sweet liquid pours from a tender neck, Nourishing your twisted, blackened soul. Do you feel the power, darling? Do you feel the majesty, darling? It is the power of our master you lift. From this sacred ritual, He has given us our dark gift. Now you are ready, darling. Now you are prepared, darling, To venture outside these dark walls, And explore the savage garden, Beyond our hallowed halls. For you are undead, darling, A demMy Darling
How Much A Heart Weighs She put his charm around his neck. It was diminutive but heavy, made of the type of medal that lasts longer than they would. It was immortal; they were as ethereal as moths flocking to a lamplight.How Much A Heart Weighs
He was pulled down underwater by the drowning weight of her charm around his neck. He was suffering for her. She noticed, but made no move to pull him from the flood. She’d rather he drown than release her claim on him. It was like her fingers were around his neck constantly, until one day she asked him for
Trigger.You decided at a young age that love wasn't something you wanted to get messed up in, just like the way i thought about drugs. We've both had a few close calls, but nothing major. Nothing life changing. Friends for sale don't interest you. It's give and take and you do neither. I wonder at how figured out you seem to think you have youself. Let my sentence structure fuck you up. This is just a story about love, anyway. Nothing you'd want to touch. It's hard to choke yourself when your body focuses on breathing so hard. Holding your breath from the day you get out of this stifling town. Imagine what it's like to be me; I came hereTrigger.
| fooled you. that isn't me. I'm the one on the right. I am: left-handed long-haired short female half Chinese, half white living fifty years too late Shinto, if any religion a domestic goddess in training an avid believer that everyone/thing is beautiful independent in belief dependent in practice. I love: my beautiful friends my father words Earth alternative courage freedom beauty. I don't love: human arrogance science and scientists meeting new people idiocy lies [radical] liberals American politicians common misconceptions restrictions. |
holy crap guys
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this account won't be very active; I'll be using it for fan work and not much else. if you're interested in my serious work, that's been moved to ~shebledgreenink.
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Waheblahhableh! Waheblahhableh!! You always say that!! Misuta Barumu-- iie, Barumunku-san.
You... are an acrobat.
... and he told me a story I will never forget.
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90% of teens today would die if Myspace was completely destroyed. If you are one of the 10% that would be laughing, copy and paste this to your signature.
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Waheblahhableh! Waheblahhableh!! You always say that!! Misuta Barumu-- iie, Barumunku-san.
You... are an acrobat.
... and he told me a story I will never forget.
thank you so much for that last undeserved fave, you're a silly one.
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that's as bad as secondhand suicide
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Waheblahhableh! Waheblahhableh!! You always say that!! Misuta Barumu-- iie, Barumunku-san.
You... are an acrobat.
... and he told me a story I will never forget.
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that's as bad as secondhand suicide
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