VulnerableFear radiated brilliantly from his skin.
ObituaryShe's too young for that page...
Our fairytaleMusic connects us;words frame memories.
UntitledThis is the deepest of depthswhere no one can seeeven when they turn their heads and squintto try and see what I really meanwhen I try and smile off the things thatgently and elegantly scrape away at my being.It's so dark that no one can tell the differencebetween their shadowand the hand reaching out in front of themunimaginably belonging to themgraspingreachingpullingdesperately pleading to understandwhat I'm actually feeling.No one ever will.I'm not brave enough.
ShiversYour tongue dancing over my skin,waltzing with my tongueand our hands interlockingwhile my eyes disappearto a place only you and I know of.Your body is warm on mine,safely pressing up against meand moving ever so smoothly.You get up, and dress yourself,walk to the door,turn around,smile,and leave.
SheShe would just smile the sweetest of smiles,and giggle a little,and when silence filled the room,her eyes would still be laughinguntil her bliss was felt by everyone in the room.
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BrokenMy heart is trying to break freefrom the cage it is confined to in my chest-shaking the walls and making me physically ill.I can feel every beat getting weaker and weakerand try to come to terms with what is happening.I'm tired, and I am more fragile than ever beforeand I'm going to give up soon.
Where did you come from?Think about all of the interactions that you had throughout the day today, and reflect on how they made you feel. What kind of person are you? Do you know how you got to where you are? Imagine yourself in an empty room, all alone with a paint brush and an infinite amount of paint with you; now, paint your life. Show yourself your earliest memory, the ones that make you laugh, the ones that make you sob, the ones too painful to see clearly because you've buried them so deeply. Who are you? Can you paint yourself a map of how you got to where you are?Can you see how important it is to never forget where you came from, and the paths you decided to take along the way? Look at all of these interactions, even the smallest; noticing a stranger from the corner of your eye and looking over to acknowledge their existence, saying thank you to your friend after they say "God bless you", the expression on your face when you receive yet another text message from a nagging family member. Why do you
My Life StoryClumsygirltryingtowalkstraight.
Stronger than thoughtYou lied. You left. I survived.
A Thousand wordsBrave Smile.Tear StainedRed Rimmed
Beautiful DreamerSher u n srampant t h r o u g h m y d r
The Operation"Forceps." "Forceps.""Scalpel." "Scalpel.""...Death certificate."
Day 2Ship sank....DAY 79:KEEP SWIMMING!!!
Hearts You stole hearts, I stole yours.
Three Months and 25 Pounds AgoIt's hard.You're strong.Keep running.
Unnecessary crueltyMe: Why?You: Because I could.
The Weasley Twins"Which one's the evil one?""Both."
Until the Very End - SWSTake me with youForeverPlease?
....until proven guilty?Accused he stood.Innocent he died.
Human NatureThe more forbidden, the more curious.
My life so farBorn. School. deviantArt. Work. Consuming everything.
LifeLearned reading. Everything else stopped mattering.
CommunicationI talk, you listen. Simple, right?
InspirationInspiration--the fear of feeling nothing.
Week 41: Meaningful Vandalism"The urge to live paralyzed me."
SilenceThe picture screamed;her hand trembled.