

MemoriesSaturated silence thick, like blood, runs through my veinsMemories
My heart swells,
now heavy, and weighs down my soul
Hazel eyes
fade to gray no longer light up the room
Time sifts away, like broken glass, and turns to sand
Tears drops fall, burst open, splash like rain and crash against the shore washing away your memory


HomeShe lowered herself into the passenger side of her two-door Toyota Echo. She'd been here all too often during her life, and slowly, she slid over the clutch into the driver’s seat. The keys shook and clanked together in unison with her shaking fist, and the wind blew gently through the open windows. She shoved the keys into the ignition and started the car, barely waiting before popping it into reverse, and leaving tire marks as she skidded across the driveway and onto the road. Two right turns and she set out east bound towards the city. The sun streaked into the rear view mirror, but only darkness lay ahead.Home


Starbucks is my therapistSometimes I feel like my screamsStarbucks is my therapist
are only heard by the coffee
in my Starbucks mug (Oh what a trendy whore I am) It seems that all my emotions all my cries for help all my sorrows are drowned into
the dark rich folds of my $4 coffee Dollops of cream and sugar are poured into my cup sugar coating all my pain making it seem almost nonexistent but it is there I see it floating around It sticks to my throat make me cough
on it's gagging sweetness when I finally find my way to the bottom
&n


Dying in BloomLily knelt down beside the bathtub with a razor-blade lying along her fingertips. Droplets of thinned blood dripped into her lap onto her white dress. She gripped the side of the sink and with all her strength, forced herself to stand, fingers readily embracing the support of the sink as she stared at herself in the mirror. Lily licked her lips and pressed them firmly together, only to purse them out seconds later. She gasped at their whiteness, her eyes still wide with fear, and tears threatened behind their azure storms. Her hair, still stringy and short, clung to her forehead in hot pink clumps: her new color of the month. Her skin was getDying in Bloom
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~ 98% of DeviantArt's anime fanbase are yaoi fans. If you are part of the 2% who aren't, copy this into your signature
Where did those statistics come from D: ?
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Peace is the way, & love is the movement.
*Official Founder of the Creeperhood*
Wanting to help you is a sin that my head keeps committing.
(November 3rd, 2007)
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Loving everyone, and wanting nothing, is the key to appearing immortal in the eyes of a Greater God.
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What you feel, is ok! it's never gonna change anyway!
- Brody, "The Young Crazed Peeling" The Distillers
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The Histories is my bible.
Here's some wholesome, useless trivia about me :
I am totally crazy about Toffee!!! Mmmm...
Hit me with some trivia bout yourself
Head on down to *82deg if you don't know what the hell is going on.
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He who fears death is in denial...
What you know you can't explain, but you feel it. You've felt it your entire deviant life, that there's something wrong with the story. You don't know what it is, but it's there, like a splinter in your mind, driving you mad.
You take the blue pill, the story ends. Your browser closes and you believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill, you stay in wonderland. And, I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes.
I offer only the truth, nothing more.
Take: The Red Pill
Take: The Blue Pill
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