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CinderellaI'm heavily medicated and trying to watch the time, I know that you will be home sometime before midnight. My mind is telling me that the clock reads four, but the drugs are telling me that it's only eight.Cinderella
I don't now who I should listen to, but I think you still have time. I am easily influenced, and have the sudden urge to get up off the floor.
I get over to the mirror, and pick at my face.
Screaming at the bugs that are stuck on my nose. My fingers come away painted red, and pretty string flitters down to join the floor.
I scream as I reali


A visual effectShe had a series of thoughts written on her hands and a pen sticking out of her mouth. Her eyes were up towards the ceiling and she was showing signs of no longer being where the rest of the world was. Others could almost see the strings of thought she was pulling together to make pretty words and phrases to write. A frantic scrawl on her wrist or a hurried search for something to write with always made them wonder what she saw in the world that they didn't.A visual effect
She never shared her works and never put them to paper; her skin was her work book. She told all those who asked that she had heard somewhere that paper was the writers exten


One chance to end it fastYou're like nitro to my veins, opening them up so that I can take you all in. My heart pumps like the blood is too light and my arteries sigh at the feel of the rush. I don't think it has ever had this much room to move; even though it knows that it's been caught.One chance to end it fast
I can't say for certain that this was the cure, and I don't want to assume that the sickness has taken over, I just think I have found something to dull the shattering rhythm and that I'm using the right stitches to stop the pain from spurting out.
The left ventricle has started talking things out of the right, and the atriums where always trying to soothe
Wendy Roo

to throw up on a dream catcherI threw my sighs away when I threw my sight your way when you caught my eyes like a mottephobic butterfly catcher, so you could throw them in the ocean, whereto throw up on a dream catcher
no matter how many times I throw a line, I can never catch another fish of the sea: not because it's unflavored, but because I'm too allergic to face your sea or see your face; but i would,
if i could... I'd throw myself into your arms, but you wouldn't catch that, since you're too busy catching everything else.
Caught at the crime scene - hands as red a


astrid's been cryingthe survivalist peeked out from between the veils, holding heavy bravado and mocking the tortured artist, and that tortured writer. they pulled down the veil revealing the vulner- ability lurking between the plastic gift-cards and the gum wrappers, the levi's thinning your legs the smoke thinning your judgment the tragic tragedy that pinpoints the blue unintentional brush of graphite, kindly asking for another piece of lead to poison their nervous vocabulary system, the survivalist in us said, "make them susceptible anastrid's been crying


BelladonnaShe killed everything she touchedBelladonna
I had been watching her... Some days she would wake up so pretty Her eyes bright with passion A scent I could wear as my skin Her hair alight with ambition A smile I could die for but not like this
I saw how she loved Fingers wrapped around Protecting Shielding from the world From ourselves My past, my beliefs, my life nothing mattered As long as I was hers
When she loved, she loved more than anything I watched white become black Day become Night I watched her laugh I wat
you are too kind!!
thank you so much for the watchhhh <3333
I like your work! can't wait to read more!
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I think this is the perfect ingredient for this disaster.
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I think this is the perfect ingredient for this disaster.
LXL!! OMG THE ATHIESTS ONE!
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"If they hunger, we hunger" - Roosevelt, June 14th, 1942
LXL
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I think this is the perfect ingredient for this disaster.
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"If they hunger, we hunger" - Roosevelt, June 14th, 1942
I can't believe we started a board. I think that we are the coolest teenagers ever. Not gonna lie.
I almost got an eyrie because it's name as uncle_johns_awesome. I was soo close. SO. CLOSE.
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I think this is the perfect ingredient for this disaster.
and no.
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"If they hunger, we hunger" - Roosevelt, June 14th, 1942
LXL
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"If they hunger, we hunger" - Roosevelt, June 14th, 1942
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