I went to the senior dinner this monday. I sat in the bathroom and cried because I'm a loser. All the people who were my friends simply aren't anymore. I've lost two people I loved and cared for very much for stupid on both sides. I sat with people who used to be my friends but it's quite obvious that we don't have anything in common anymore ( Read more... )

You are my Art. You are the Beauty, Life, and Soul of the Everlasting Core. Gently nested in a tulip among the Circus Disease, I will keep you safe from the plague. Existing in the essence of Self, you are far too exquisite to touch. My hands are so dirty, your Body is so pure. White ebbing lust flower, how I love you ( Read more... )

Seeing as how we are studying Carl Jung in AP Psychology, I thought this might be appropriate to post.
Jung Explorer Test
Actualized type: ENTP
(who you are)

ENTP - "Inventor". Enthusiastic interest in everything and always sensitive to possibilities. Non-conformist and innovative. 3.2% of the total population. Preferred type: ENTJ
(who ( Read more... )

Tulip of circus disease ( Read more... )

      superheroes are lovebrought to you by the isLove GeneratorYou begin to give up on things, resign yourself to their expectations and then you drown in the realization that they have killed your soul, your individuality- choked it with normalcy ( Read more... )

It is inevitable, this empty change ( Read more... )

My intelligence has been suppressed for far too long by people who crushed my creativity and told me insignificant lies that I believed wholeheartedly. I was born with a complex level of understanding and thinking but I have existed in a society that has oppressed me, afraid of my strength in character and innovative sense of mind. And because I ( Read more... )

I feel as though I don't know who I am anymore. What have I become? Someone I don't even recognize when I look in the mirror. I broke a mirror on purpose and glued the pieces to a large piece of cardboard that will fit into a frame. It's art to me. The mirror represents the image that I see when I look into the mirror. Some parts are missing ( Read more... )

the mirror is shattered; a reflection of my image- a representaion of my perception and the miniscule pieces of my heart.
you squeezed embers into my soul to burn the remaining shards of life left;
love is suicide.

is hot like whoa: i am so having convulsions ( Read more... )