Well, that fell through.
DisbeliefBut what I was referring to was that NOT A ONE person replied to me. So I ask again. Tell me something totally random about yourself.
Thank you. I'll write this weekend
lovebomb.And our lovelovebomb.
B L E W Up Into thousands of fragmented memories And flowers you tucked behind my ear. (and secrets you tucked away)
It exploded into laughter, And ribbons of your smell &nb
his calloused heart.She sat with him. He stirred his coffee leisurely, calculatedly. He smiled slowly, but his coffee bean eyes unwillingly dropped breadcrumbs to his feelings. He touched her tentatively; his cold hands are scissors cutting her paper heart.his calloused heart.
Words poured out of her, filling the open space that stretched on for miles between them. She didn't want to let him speak, let him rip her heart with his clawed words. She talked and he listened, quietly, patiently.
His words were sandpaper, her protests soft, but urgent. She had fallen for him, at him; he couldn't catch her. He had his hands full of memories and ghost of his past,
Grow.the air smelled like a mixture of wet wood, laziness and chlorine. the sky was bright and blue, not a cloud. the breeze was soft and comforting. the beginning of summer wrapped around me, reminding me of all that was left to play.Grow.
i leaned against the door frame and stuck my thumb in the belt loop of my light-blue jeans, the ones with the splotch of bleach on the left thigh from when i tried to wash them myself. they were soft from the wear, and they felt comforting and lived in. i stuck my hip out, and gazed at the lake that my house overlooked. i saw my friends splashing around in the water. I ran down and jumped in. we jumped
Looking down.The rain felt nice. Calming. My high-heels clacked unevenly as I walked along. My brunette hair was stuck to my face, the curls deflated. My bright pink dress was wet and my mascara was running in jagged lines down my face. I let out a sob. Prom night. Supposed to be the night of my life.Looking down.
* &nb
| Who am I? I'm a perfectionist. I'm a peacemaker. I'm a music addict. I'm a klutz. I'm a advocate for self expression. I don't believe in hate. I am who I am. I'm not quite sure who that is yet. She's changing. and I don't know what I think of her yet. I'm a writer. Reading, writing, words in general, they're my escape. I write poetry and prose. I write to release. I take photos occasionally as well, and I model for =christiangloria93 |
lovelovelove
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everything was beautiful,
and nothing hurt. ♥
you astound me : )
loveloveloverightbackatyou : ) <3
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"Imperfection is beauty, madness is genius and its better to be absolutely ridiculous than absolutely boring"
-Marilyn Monroe <3
EmmaJane
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everything was beautiful,
and nothing hurt. ♥
--
"Imperfection is beauty, madness is genius and its better to be absolutely ridiculous than absolutely boring"
-Marilyn Monroe <3
EmmaJane
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underneath the cold dark ground
things stayed put;
Oh them bones, they make them bodies walk
Them bones them bones, if they could only talk
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"Imperfection is beauty, madness is genius and its better to be absolutely ridiculous than absolutely boring"
-Marilyn Monroe <3
EmmaJane
much love!
xo
--
everything was beautiful,
and nothing hurt. ♥
--
"Imperfection is beauty, madness is genius and its better to be absolutely ridiculous than absolutely boring"
-Marilyn Monroe <3
EmmaJane
--
everything was beautiful,
and nothing hurt. ♥
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"Alone in a world where cruelty has no standards, makes you think dying is the only way to survive"- Chelsea King
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