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wavesstop the civil discourse silence your reasoning tongue i'm not asking for a rewind we can't undo what has been done. but i have found that i can't endwaves
the thoughts inside my head the ones always ask me why i don't drown and why i tread. the closest to an answer that i have yet to reach is that we met for a purpose other than to teach. and what have i learned? you may wish to know - it's that love is a tidal wave it's here to destroy then go.


Chapter OneBefore him, I'd only ever loved ideas. I loved the concept of infinity. I loved the idea that music could speak when I could not. I loved the notion that the eyes are the portal to the soul. I loved the thought of love conquering all. Before him, my life was nothing like a novel. I was never swept off my feet by a dashing prince. I never became a superhero who saved lives. I never dealt with any major struggle. Before him, I never understood what it was like to put someone's own good before your own.Chapter One
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identityi wake up in the morning with no sense of myself i pull my coat off of the rack and put my feelings on the shelf. i've always been trained like a soldier before war not to betray a single feeling or let them know the score. i've been drilled on holding back never on how to feel so i suppose it's understandable that i never know what's real. i've been a witness all my life to the tragedy they call 'love' so it's obvious that it's this which i want no part of. coach, bench me please! i don't want to play! too many hearts and spirits  identity


distortioni watch the world through dusty window panes and study the lightdistortion
burning holes in my distorted shadow which causes me to wonder how wonderful it would be if we were all nothing but colorless copies of another - never having to think or feel pain or bleed just follow mindlessly, jumping from sidewalks to buildings and back again - i'm already entirely at the mercy of others - what's the difference?


IMBECILLo más brillante que hice enIMBECIL
mi primera juventud,
antes del primer amor,
fue darme cuenta de que era un imbecíl
así dejé los mejores
poemas para los sabios, los inteligentes, los bellos,
los pudorosos
yo me quedé
con estos,
que al igual que yo,
saben exactamente lo


ParasiteParasiteParasite
Why is it that I can't stop the tears that eternally drenches my stupid weak heart? Even the moments I can't stand stay with me and makes me fall apart. The lies I heard you repeating this early morning keeps ringing in my head. This stupid heart of mine I wish to abandon it, I wish it were dead.
I wish I never cried in the first place because now I can't seem to stop them anymore. What does my God have to do with stopping my pain, what does he have in store? The words ring in my head painfully squeezing and grasping my weak heart like a parasite. I haven't the will to fig
姫宮 光る
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Even though I fall and sometimes never seem able to get back up there are still those who care for me and help me get back up. For them I live my life to the fullest.
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No tenemos forma, sin embargo le tenemos
Y porque no tenemos forma, lo reverenciamos
Así que, estamos muertos
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so pregnant with meaning i am lactating not really
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~chulii-stock ♥ experience the warmth before you grow old.
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