nonei have nothing i want to write about.
when i want to paint, i can't think of anything.
i haven't done any pencil drawings in quite a while.
how sad.
something is either wrong, or missing.
or i just suck.
i can't be all artsy and crap no mo'.
damnit.
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ExplosionsI sit with my feet cold as ice, my body hunched over. The hair on my arms standsExplosions
up in search of warmth. My earphones flood my head
with music that remind me of love. My love. No matter the sound or beat,
no matter the lyrics. It all comes back to you.
Just like me.
No matter what I wish or think, I always come back to you.
Unable to resist what I can just barely remember.
That's the warmth my body searches for. You. Comfortable, true, you. I don't want some "perfect" in-your-face type. I want you. U
by ~super-tampon
HisMy mind aches. You’ve been on it lately, just sitting there like the queen you are. But you are so heavy. You’re heavy like an ocean would be heavy, pressing against your chest, about to collapse. I feel like I can’t breathe some nights, and I constantly check to make sure my windows are wide open. The soft breeze that blows by everytime I stand next to it sends shivers through me, tickling my spine and going up my neck until I surrender to go find warmth near my bed.His
And now I’m a few miles this way (or was it that way?) with the scenes of our first quarrel in-voluntarily playing, re-playing, and p
by ~super-tampon
Her'sGod. My legs are taking me elsewhere, and I watch my feet taking turns to go ahead of each other as another desperate thought comes across my mind. I sigh a heavy sigh that’s thick of the hurt of your absense and I am almost certain that not even you could feel as I do. Then I am angry at myself for being so selfish. For believing for even a fraction of a second of that as a possibility. I become guilty for thinking my problems were categorized with the worst.Her's
My two feet are still raching each other in a strange way on the wet asphalt. They are heavy when I lift them from the floor, gravity pulling harder than usual.
by ~super-tampon
DA HUI?by ~super-tampon
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- Current Residence: Honolulu, Hawaii.
- Interests: art (obviously), dance, books
- Favourite movie: Center Stage
- Favourite band or musician: Underoath, Paramore
- Favourite poet or writer: Agusten Burroughs, Chuck Palahniuk, Mitch Albom, Ellen Wittlinger, Rachel Cohn, Julie Anne Peters
- MP3 player of choice: i-pizzle
- Shell of choice: magic-shell.
- Skin of choice: the skin i'm in! (;
- Favourite game: bomberman
- Favourite gaming platform: psssp.
- Favourite cartoon character: coco (foster's home for imaginary friends)
- Personal Quote: "jesus christ!"
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- Email: mary_anniex3@hotmail.com
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Dear, do you still go to that church thing on Sundays...when you go to church?
P.S. Oh yeah, did I sincerely mention that I have a new DevArt account? Delete crummie-muffins and add mega-mann. Now
Miss you!
Megann
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