Wow, after hearing you last night, I feel like a tool.


From Basil To Harry* "I am jealous of everything whose beauty does not die. I am jealous of the portrait you have painted of me. Why should it keep what I must lose? Every moment that passes takes something from me and gives something to it. Oh, if it were only the other way! If the picture could change, and I could be always what I am now! Why did you paint it? It will mock me some day--mock me horribly!" The hot tears welled into his eyes; he tore his hand away and, flinging himself on the divan, he buried his face in the cushions, as though he was praying. "This is your doing, Harry," said the painter bitterly. Lord Henry shrugged his shoulFrom Basil To Harry


Best Supporting ActressWhen last we were together, moving against flickered,Best Supporting Actress
fever dreams, I
let you let go of me.
The second I realized that I had fallen in love with you, I felt the greatest
pain, now keenest in rewind, most astringent during late-night isolophobic
encounters.
I whispered to my girls, "I want him to chase me to the airport, and kiss me in the rain." Like still and running moments on a
shining, silver screen.
As far as we were concerned, I had wanted the world out of you. I would have ghosted my fingers  
| Eerily enough, I have come to the conclusion that I was born horrendously juxtaposed because I think like a fifty year old man but act like I'm seven. I'm the romantic, pragmatic, blunt, spaced-out, polite, outgoing, emotional, cliched, obsessive, disenchanted, idiot-savant, perfectionist, obscene, spiritualist anarchist maverick that's close-sighted but much too open minded, all with an offcolor sense of humor and a garishly bipolar dispostion to back it. I believe in reading your dreams and talking to inanimate objects and laughing even when its innapproprite and that age is just a number and that there is such a thing as being fashionably late. The mind is enticing and is just as worthless as it is beautiful. I find that I will make up the world of good things about people just so I am comfortable enough to count myself among them. I think, and I think too much and not enough and never before I open my mouth. I usually look like I just stumbled out of a car accident, and am always just as disoriented and wide-eyed. I am cunning and manipulative and defensless and I intensely dislike it when things change for the worse. I view all of my bad experiences as epic party jokes and I sincerely believe, for some odd reason and perhaps inadvertently, that I should give much more than I can take. Forever, with its continuity, seems to fickle for my taste, ironically enough, and surely can't handle my lurid frenzies or fantasies. I don't have secrets because I laugh at myself too often and too loudly. I am enamored by your psyche and am encumbered by mine, and am far too afraid to look in the mirror for fear of what may look back at me. I have faith in the fact that honesty, after brutalizing us, usually goes its way and leaves us far better off. I'm nomadic and miserable at correspondance but refuse to say goodbye. I pace and I talk to myself and I'm an insomniac and I play hopscotch and I count stars and will probably not hesitate to buy a nudie mag. I love how cigarettes smell and I would probably drink coffee and smile at you and listen to you talk about everything and nothing all at once and all day (and nod, gasp, sigh and cry, all in the right places), if you would only let me. |
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Oh snap, crackle, and pop!
If you don't like my peaches, don't shake my tree ツ
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Wore your poems like a scar
What ever happened to them?
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I'll live forever or die trying!
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You've been MUDKIP'd!
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Axel version Boba FTW!! [link]
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Stupid Person - 'Trinidad....is that a plant?'
>_>
May not like the culture, but I love my country!
Sad to say but I'm Trini to d bone!
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She breaks a bottle, lets it slip
As if the whipping wind could lash,
Could drag it gently from her grip--
She smiles,
and the green shards flash
between her parted lips.
I really like the look of the strips in your gallery o___o I've gotta read what's going on there the second I have time, I swear! ^-^
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I'm not a monster, but I wouldn't like to disappoint you.
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When the zombie apocalypse comes to town, I'm shooting everyone in the kneecaps so I can get to safety! What's your zombeh plan? XD
xo!
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an antique arms and armor expert
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I'm not a monster, but I wouldn't like to disappoint you.
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