life is pretty damn sweet :]


Heartaches and HeartbreaksPart 1. The Lover.Heartaches and Heartbreaks
There's this special thing about certain people. It's the way they make you feel, their touch, the sensations they create. These people are called lovers.
This is what lovers are meant to do, born to do; they are born to love.
I have found one such being. He is a lover. My lover. He was born to kiss me, I think. Because no one's ever kissed me the way he does. No one has ever held me the way he does, or squeezed me until all breath died within.
Or until all reason died within, as well.
I never liked them, the pale faces, the ones wit


farewell and au revoir.i'm counting windows by your door i saw the footprints on the floor the wet dew drops of fresh new spring that moment all your dreams take wing my only regrets were set aside our intercourse was very snide these bruises you could never mend you drill me deep yet i won't bend the colors long to disappear to black and white and so unclear these melodies of pretty things accompany such obscure dreams i bade you farewell by the fire i watched you drink me and run higher i studied countless little clues yet still i couldn't reach the truth now life willfarewell and au revoir.


11.16There's something to be said of our conversation. We argue more often than we should. There's something in the way you smile. But I cry more often than I should.11.16
There's something to be said of our love making. We sleep more often than we should. There's something to be said of your body. But I lie alone more often than I should.
And I figure there's a


We are not an Understatementblack spinning spiraling drifting lowerWe are not an Understatement
lower deeper easier
upwards down rip it out
rip it out cold
empty medicated
sleep easy dreams dream away far away nothing gone
too close warped thin breaking broken dead alive alive alive alive 4 out of 5 is not so bad
selfish selfish
greedy consuming always eating never stops
dull sharp jagged
up
down up down
up down down down down down
dragon tattoo| i talk too much. i read too much. i write too much. i draw too much. my life consists of art, cigarettes, late nights & fornication. the best days are the days when it rains; the worst days are when i can't feel any pain. lovers are never in love, and sighs are never meant to be heard. my only hope is that the way i'm headed is the way i crave the most. after all, regrets have no role in my book. thus, my only regret is having no regrets. i trust you know your way to the door. au revoir. |
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Your beauty's imperfect,
why can't I find the flaw?
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What if there is no hell? Or what if they don't want us there? -Lestat.
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Don't think cause I understand, I care.
Don't think cause I'm talkin, we're friends.
my life's been pretty hyped with school and exams [plus i was failing algebra 2 which made my parents take away my internet] but things are going much better now.
how've you been? arrghhh, i missed your good advice and inspiring works. ;]
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What if there is no hell? Or what if they don't want us there? -Lestat.
np
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What if there is no hell? Or what if they don't want us there? -Lestat.
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R.I.P. A'ndrea White, I love and miss you. See ya when im schfifty five.
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What if there is no hell? Or what if they don't want us there? -Lestat.
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Out of all my deviations, this wolf drawing is my favorite: [link]
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What if there is no hell? Or what if they don't want us there? -Lestat.
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