A) I got my scanner to work
B) I bought my first tablet!!
So, it's a miracle, but you can expect art from me soon!! >


Things I could never tell them01//Things I could never tell them
you were the little unknowing teacher that led me through my youth. you held my hand when nobody else would. you told me i was beautiful. you made me cry. i spent hour after hour in your basement, with our fingers laced, my head on your shoulder, together in bliss because you were my best friend and nothing else mattered. now i do the same with him. i wonder if you envy. i wonder if you miss me. oh, how i adored you. but with your blind eyes, you were never capable of seeing it. never capable of knowing just how much i loved you, the boy i left behind. the boy who hung me out to dry. now, with dry eyes and an intoxicated hea


Oh, the backseat of your car.And when the daylight hits: We'll run away together. And nothing will matter except the sound of our feet, sprinting in time to our hearts that beat like wildfire in our own sick, deluded passion. The love that ties us together is fragile, yet passionate. Like a young girl with the spirit of a fire. And when the sun falls from the sky: When life seems slower, in the back of your car, alone together in our arms and we're wondering where this'll go, where we'll run to next, wishing not to run any more: wanting to hold on forever. MyOh, the backseat of your car.


Hue-stainBoy, when you close your eyes: do you close your heart? Or do you see me in your mind with wild eyes like a caged tiger behind your skull?Hue-stain
Waving to you from beneath your eyelids, boy when you open up your mind, do you open up your wounds? As I pick through the litter between every slice, and I wonder, how did this get here? But more-so, I wonder how I'll be able to fix it.
You've got my sympathy, boy. I know how you feel when you crawl to me, desperate and lonely and needing her arms, but my voice. But boy, do you think of me w


He and SheYour goodnight whispers lay quietly against my thoughts tonight. Oh dearest, my beloved. How I lie to you. The fingers against your pretty face, the shape of your ribs against outstretched palm. I love this so much, laying still in the quiet of your room, only the sound of the aquarium's water filtering, the sound of the cycling air piercing the air conditioner like a prisoner screaming through his cell. You look so wonderful in this dim light, the yellow hues falling softly on your slightly olive features, your shapely cheeks and your bright blue eyes. Some day, I will regret this. I think. I wonder if I really will. If this is all a cruel jHe and She
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An artist is god to his or her own creation.
god if its not im sorry for beign obnoxious AND THANKS FER DA VATCH!
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Satan. Satan, Satan, That's what's different. We're all firm believers in Satan now. We think Satan is cool. `How the fuck do you think a band like Green Day got popular?'- Tre Cool
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Satan. Satan, Satan, That's what's different. We're all firm believers in Satan now. We think Satan is cool. `How the fuck do you think a band like Green Day got popular?'- Tre Cool
xD
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Satan. Satan, Satan, That's what's different. We're all firm believers in Satan now. We think Satan is cool. `How the fuck do you think a band like Green Day got popular?'- Tre Cool
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Zane Roberts: Your deadly imaginary friend...
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I'm the devil - if ever there was such a thing
The results of much too many drugs what you're seeing
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"Estoy sola en la oscuridad de mi alma"
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