got a job, packing, buying stuff for the new apartment, getting a car, moving out, meh, meh, meh.
happy belated holidays, everyone. i realize i'm about four days late, but there's always time for celebration, right?


Buoyancywondering if my own impulses are demented in their original creations in my genes, in my dna, in my fate born to be this way.... how could i live this way how could anyone live this way?Buoyancy
thoughts flow my mind, entwined with revenge but revenge is a dish best served cold
take me away to another place i can understand where they see all the trees for the forest and all the colors for black
because i'm drowning in my own self loathing &nb


Survived By...i'm sorry but i couldn't wait any longer the demons inside me only held on tighterSurvived By...
i'm sorry you'll have to clean up my mess bleach should do well you might want to move instead
i'm sorry i left you with so much to do but boxes are in the garage don't cling on to the past don't cry
i'm sorry it's not your fault there was nothing you could have done to make me change my mind nothing you could have given me to keep this from my mind nothing you could have taken from me to get this out of my mind &nbs


The Universeonce upon a time there was a king named god and a wife named dirt and she cried all the time but hid it all with flirtThe Universe
god said how dare you my people are unhappy can't stop crying today tomorrow's just the same
so he locked her in a glass box with all the little people she cried her way until they drowned and built a little steeple
she said praise me, praise me i saved you from the asshole he set you up to die and you took it like sheep
but before she could get the words up she choked on her own tears a


All The King's Horsesi start itching twitching tingling tightening itchy... everythingAll The King's Horses
i scratch, scrape, shake
scratch so hard i look down at my fingers, and they're bleeding
i look down at my itching arm and there's blood everywhere i'm falling apart into pieces and all the kings horses and all the kings men couldn't even -begin- to put me back together again
| Hello, well, I'm Heather. I'm trying to find a modest line to attach myself to, somewhere in the middle of two extremities: being a fucked up, rebelling, mind-numbingly original teenager who will have an unsuccessful yet enjoyable life, and being a remarkably intelligent, mind-bogglingly unique adult with a life that will actually be successful but perhaps a bit more complicated and tedious. Any suggestions will be made fun of at a time I find convenient, and then properly set aside and ignored. And that is, well, about that. |
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Bring duct tape for I chew through rope...
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From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity.
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Bring duct tape for I chew through rope...
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From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity.
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Bring duct tape for I chew through rope...
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