you cant half tell i haven't updated this thing in a while
maybe ill post some stuff sometime
18


pretty things, lies.Your name catches my eyepretty things, lies.
my loss of breath each time proves my personal delusion
a pretty illusion where i no longer care
where mere thought of you no longer stills my hearts beat
it bespeaks lingering infatuation - weakness.
Such a pretty thing.. this lie


Expose of self wrought demiseI needn’t look to others, I am the architect of my own despair. I can murder my own happy existence, I can push myself down those stairs.Expose of self wrought demise
An exposé of failures, a parody of former pride. Steps must be taken, bloody footprints left behind..
do u still see rhea? (jaggedtears)
just wondering..
a friend
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"why shouldnt art be pretty, there are enough unpleasant things in the world."...Renoir
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In My Mind, The Quiet Times
- Lest We Forget
Send this to all your friends, and me if I am one.
If you get back seven, you are loved. (
1-3 You are no friend at all (deal with it, I’m one of ‘em),
4-6 You're an okay friend (with insecurities),
7-9 You're a good friend (or so you would have us believe),
10-& And up, you're a great friend (who uses your comrades as pawns in a chess tournament).
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Send this rose to everyone you care about ! (come on it will be fun!! you know you want too! )
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I wholly prefer the silence to the rasp of depleted woes.
~Midnight-Rooftop
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** Look but don't touch, touch but don't taste, taste but don't swallow **
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I wholly prefer the silence to the rasp of depleted woes.
~Midnight-Rooftop
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** Look but don't touch, touch but don't taste, taste but don't swallow **
with which you play
a hidden hand
to best take others unaware
play too well, too often
the game becomes old
and others cease to care..
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