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Because it's my favorite number =]
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1.) What kind of music do you like? Why?
I like a little bit of everything..I'm a born and raised country fan, so that's where my country
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The sky is suffering from insomnia;
can you feel it?
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That summer seemed to last forever; those were the best days of my life… i.A steady wind blows, carrying the pungent scent of sweet pea and
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And I’ll always be a mess. I will always belong to flowers with burnt petals and onyx irises and ghosts that suck down your soul while
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There she goes again, they say. Sprinting along from coast to coast; abandoning tiny pieces of her heart in scattered rest stops every one
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And this is all just pretty goddamn inconvenient. Like when sparrows fly into windows and there’s something sticky on the table and the car
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I stared at the universe with hazel eyes and got drunk off of the Milky Way. Pluto had never shone so bright and I wanted a place to ca
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Poverty -- noun; the state or condition of having little or no money, goods, or means of support; deficiency of necessary or desirable ingr
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Dear Angela, I hold no boundaries. I am that rare blue moon you see outside your window every two or three years. I am the tiny dancing pol
by she still smiles x
92 lines, 7 comments,
on Jun 30 1:07 AM. In Angst, Dark, Hope, Life, Love, Friendship, Personal, Pain, Sad, Thoughts
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Dear boy who became impossible to love,
by she still smiles x
15 lines, 7 comments,
on Jun 16 2:36 AM. In Angst, Dark, Hope, Life, Love, Pain, Personal, Sad, Thoughts
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Baby girl got a nasty wakeup call from the world last night. Her nightmares consisted of scratched swing sets and flying saucers, of being
by she still smiles x
14 lines, 16 comments,
on Jun 13 1:07 AM. In Abuse, Angst, Dark, Hope, Life, Love, Pain, Sad, Thoughts
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I bleed purple, you know. I eat the roots from trees and swallow crumbling pyramids whole because when things get lodged deep into my throa
by she still smiles x
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on Jun 7 8:12 PM. In Angst, Dark, Hope, Life, Love, Pain, Personal, Sad, Thoughts
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He came to me. He came to me and I forced myself to shove question marks up his spine until he was paralyzed. I wanted him to know how it felt to be the one left standing in acid rain and foreign chemicals and not knowing and
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Sometimes I don’t know why I do the things I do.
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i. It’s 8 a.m. and I’m lying in bed with nothing but a broken radio to keep me company this Sunday morning. The air is sticky and tense from summer love and cotton-candy words. I should be at church purging away my misery, I
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Summer always was my favorite season and I used to love going down to the lake with you. We would take the boat out for a spin, the wind ta
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Three weeks ago we gave back our tattered books and threw away our cluttered binders. Our skin felt like parchment, like November and rotti
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She didn’t know it would be like this.
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I remember when life was simple;
each day seemed to thrive upon
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-what do you think love is?
-do you believe everyone deserves a second chance?
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“And when I get married, I want to have my wife’s name tattooed around my ring finger.”
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by she still smiles x
24 lines, 4 comments,
on May 12 8:29 PM. In Abuse, Adult, Angst, Dark, Life, Love, Pain, Personal, Sad, Thoughts
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Hey sweet boy,
[I miss you].
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What I have to say is off the record;
therefore you are not allowed to use it for
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You probably shouldn’t be with me.
I’m like a murder waiting to go off in your hands;
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My mind is the epitome of sinking ships and broken nails.
I’m walking through life on a slant and
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