All of a sudden, nothing in my life makes sense. The fact that it doesn't make sense is perhaps the only thing that does make sense. It all makes sense [in a most unpleasant way
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hey emma, it's donny by the way. i just thought id tell you, your day dreams are lovly. they are who you are, and that is one hell of an awesome lady. all i know is that i miss you and i wanna come see you, it's been too long. i miss you emma. i know my 19 year old intellect can't compete with what my grandma tells me, she has been around for a long time. but she always told me that things will always get worse and then worse and even worser(she was smart, not brilliant) but they always will get better before you know it. give it a chance, as for now, you know how to get ahold of me and you know where i am, and i miss you.
I just imagined us hanging out and me drinking a beer, and you smashing it over my head, and indeed "killing me dead". It's all very hilarious. Really and truly?
Surely you are a dirty fibber.
Besides if you attempted to "kill me dead", then I would have to punch your throat, and my pretty pretty princess ring is pretty good to make a nice dent. And maybe I would have a sticky razorblade in my pocket which I would attach with such great quickness that later on when you thought about it you confused me with being magical. And your throat would be slit with beauty and passion.
OH man. It's great to be ridiculous. It makes me happy. How about you? Hm?
But yes, we should hang out soon. We had some great times. More are to come. Thank you for your words, they done did a lady good!
I find myself in similar fashion, Being lost in my thoughts locking myself in my room. It has been decided for me that .. these momments should end. Partilally by the person who i am .. and partially by the person who i should be.
outside sources have played influence. In small container they did arrive. Not shure if i am safe from the change but its time that holds the answer..
I have thought the same, sadly it seems that every time that i have seen your name on this the little outlet to the outside world, it would always appear that its your digital imposter or possibly the fabled doppleganger that i have come across, never has it disclosed when you shall be around, Next time i see you we shall exchange words.
You are too good. How does that feel? To be "too good"?
Maybe you will explode.
One day I will find you a bloody disgusting mess [in a dark corner of course to make it all the more spooooky], and a little mouse will scurry to me, and whisper in my ear "he died from being too good".
The visions of this thought are stupidly vivid. Frankly, I'm a little creeped out.
If all that really happens, and you are dead and I can't even tell you how ridiculous it all is, I will be pissed.
Dammit Kyle, stop looking at me like that. I've been a good girl...just too curious for my own good. Whatever that means, right? The Madness and I have taken a liking to one another, and meet every afternoon for tea and stories.
Life is pretty much just intense hilarity when you come right down to it. It's fun to never know what the hell is going on. Really.
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I just imagined us hanging out and me drinking a beer, and you smashing it over my head, and indeed "killing me dead". It's all very hilarious. Really and truly?
Surely you are a dirty fibber.
Besides if you attempted to "kill me dead", then I would have to punch your throat, and my pretty pretty princess ring is pretty good to make a nice dent. And maybe I would have a sticky razorblade in my pocket which I would attach with such great quickness that later on when you thought about it you confused me with being magical. And your throat would be slit with beauty and passion.
OH man. It's great to be ridiculous. It makes me happy. How about you? Hm?
But yes, we should hang out soon. We had some great times. More are to come. Thank you for your words, they done did a lady good!
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outside sources have played influence. In small container they did arrive. Not shure if i am safe from the change but its time that holds the answer..
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And your icon makes me think your life is dreamy, and um, naked.
We should tell each other stories sometime. I've always thought so.
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Maybe you will explode.
One day I will find you a bloody disgusting mess [in a dark corner of course to make it all the more spooooky], and a little mouse will scurry to me, and whisper in my ear "he died from being too good".
The visions of this thought are stupidly vivid. Frankly, I'm a little creeped out.
If all that really happens, and you are dead and I can't even tell you how ridiculous it all is, I will be pissed.
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Life is pretty much just intense hilarity when you come right down to it. It's fun to never know what the hell is going on. Really.
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