January 2010
6 posts
I got myself a new project!
Everyday from January 12th, 2010 till the next year I am going to try and write a quote on my hand and then take a picture of it. If not a quote then an image of some sort that I like.
I am starting this Because I tend to draw on myself a whole lot lmao.
Ill take pics starting tomorrow!!
drabbles of life
Wish Wishes are often selfish, self centered, and never worked. But for some reason, she found herself wishing desperately, wanting that person to smile at her in that special way, wanting that person to direct that gaze at her, wanting those special three words to be spoken to her. But wishes don’t work, She can only remain where she is, a friend, Until something breaks. Answer No...
Goodbye?
When you kiss someone goodbye, do you really mean it? Is the kiss just a form of wanting to remember so you’d never forget? Is it just a sense of closure that your body desperately needs? My last kiss was more than goodbye. It was sense of remembrance because I was hoping that one day, I could find my way back and undo that goodbye that we had silently given each other.
My dark past
You sit in your room all by yourself
you think that you’re alone
you can’t see what you have
you think that you don’t matter
you think that the razor on your desk is no big deal
It dosen’t matter that you are sitting on a forgotten lane for comfort
you sit and pretend that you can’t see the stares
the stares that float down your wrist you thought you covered...
FATE?
—- looks up at you—the smile, you notice the smile first because —- teeth look like they belong in Crest commercial—and when you glance at —- eyes a black hole erupts in your chest and sucks every atom of oxygen from your body. That’s as poetic as it gets because there’re no fireworks, no epiphanic revelations. There’s only your beating heart, beating a Morse code that pulsates...