Мое сердце цветка ( Read more... )

And I don't really know where this post is going. But it will come from my heart. My heart which has been ripped apart, stomped on, torn open, and beaten too many times. But resillience is key. It has healed itself in the past, stitched and pasted itself back into something resembling a heart again. But the truth is, I don't know if it will ( Read more... )

It's funny how I always thought that is what the AC/DC song said, but I guess it makes more sense as "Dirty deeds done for cheap ( Read more... )

Wonderland

I hear it creaking
And moaning
I stroll across the lake’s smooth,
Frozen surface
My breath turning to vapor, I pretend
I am smoking a cigarette.
Smooth, silky ice,
I glide, pushing away snow
With my favorite pink boots
Caressing the cold,
Clear, crisp air.
Crack, crack!
The ice shatters and I tumble
Down,
Down the rabbit hole to Alice

Sometimes I think I am a stereo typical writer. I'm on anti-depressants, I've attempted suicide, and I drink more than I probably should. Classic tortured writer. Jose was my friend tonight. I'm not proud, but I'm dealing. I just wish things were easier ( Read more... )

I really need some romance. Everyone needs to say something sweet and nice to me. I need it bad. Why is romance so hard to find?

I want to feel that rush again.

wants to come visit me in Cloudcroft????

Is it gone? Like really gone? I feel like it is...but how did you let it slip away so quickly?

...sick!!!! Someone please shoot me in the face.

But not in a dirty way.

Geez, get your mind out of the gutter.

When you wake me up to get out of bed it is like you are ripping me from the womb yet again.

*Sigh*

It's cold here.