Ivory SkinMy bare feet trudged through the freezing, crystal snow. My hands shaking violently, trying to contain my rage. My ivory skin just became a shade lighter. The light grey sky looming above my head, the black, burnt trees with the gnarled branches reached out to pull and poke at my delicate flesh.Ivory Skin
"I am not human." I whispered. Microscopic beads of dew collecting on my lips. The wind blew softly through their twigs, wailing a melancholy tune, similar to the songs my mother used to sing to me. The wolves were following me, their trudging paws almost ghost-like, colliding with the pale, soft ground. "Mag
RegretI always mess everything up. The countless times I've walked up to that shady doorstep, with the Cornwall-esque tilework, and knocked on that creaky flyscreen door, the whoosing of the bristles at the bottom brushing over the step, when I pull down that handle, indicating you are home. I'll never forgive myself for what I've said, but I've realised that I need you. More than you could know. Everyone was so sure that I loved you to pieces, but I can assure you, that I, myself am the only one in pieces, but am slowly regaining my strength, my sanity, to keep us together. I just want you to be there, in whatever way you can be.Regret
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Confessions of a HypochondriacI gently removed myself from the worn corner of the room, the carpet marginally flatter from where I had sat for almost three hours, still and unmoving, weeping and struggling to keep what I imagine was the remains of a flame inside me. I watched crimson ribbons disperse and merge away from the wound that tainted my wrist, wondering why I'd done it in the first place, and what had caused the need to mutilate myself. It was a dog-eat-dog world out there, I knew that, my mother knew that, at least, she'd told me often enough. The one person who I could always go to for answers was Kero. Standing six foot tall, complexion a ghostly pale and atopConfessions of a Hypochondriac
IntoxicatedMy hands and heart a perfect collision Set the controls for the fire in the sky My mind lacking thoughts of precision Small cups of poison are passing me byIntoxicated
My mind an overlapping congestion My thoughts run away and shatter My feet unstable foundations I turn upside down and the world seems flatter
My breath rapid in function My lungs not capable of taking in air Their lips mesh together in quick conjuction Your fingers run through her hair
Her fragile body; jumper ripped from her chest climbing the forestation in treacherous mindset Broke
Confused
and NAWWW!
i just saw the message thingy under your name
nawww
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Fanfic writer of these series/cartoons:
Pokemon (6), Avatar (2), Inuyasha (1), Yu Yu Hakusho (1), Family Guy (1), Teen Titans (1), CC Sakura (1), Fruits Basket (1), Naruto (1), DBZ (1), Hana Yori Dango (1).
To see FF > [link]
yes, my mother bought these for me a while ago.
i saw them on my shelf, and i thought "yeah, they'd be great for pictures" because they actually have so much expression. i've never realised it before. so i tried out different stances on them, and picked out the most endearing.
ahh, black and white, that's nice. very basic. ^_^
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Fanfic writer of these series/cartoons:
Pokemon (6), Avatar (2), Inuyasha (1), Yu Yu Hakusho (1), Family Guy (1), Teen Titans (1), CC Sakura (1), Fruits Basket (1), Naruto (1), DBZ (1), Hana Yori Dango (1).
To see FF > [link]
i hate having a broken camera.
until i got my dslr, i was camera-less for eight months.
which meant no photos at various events.
and life was bland without visual memories. D:
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Fanfic writer of these series/cartoons:
Pokemon (6), Avatar (2), Inuyasha (1), Yu Yu Hakusho (1), Family Guy (1), Teen Titans (1), CC Sakura (1), Fruits Basket (1), Naruto (1), DBZ (1), Hana Yori Dango (1).
To see FF > [link]
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