Poet|Writer|Artist|Thought Translator|Exploitable Genius
Do not mess with my sanity.
I'll be your Jasmine, if you'll be my Aladdin <3
*cough* someone named Stephen loves Perfect Princess Zara :*
HELLO PERFECT PRINCESS ZARA. YOU HAVE BEEN HACKEDDDDDDDD
Im bein all sneaky like, sneakily sneakishly hacking yooooouuuu
sorry, I'm possessive xD
I love you more than, well, evrything in the whole damn world :*
you're my perfect princess Jasmine, and Im your way-too0much-madly-in-love-with-you-street-rat-Aladdin :D
I wanna do everything together. legit everything, i wanna be with you forever and ever and everrrrrr
I wanna snuggle and cuddle you all night long, and let you sit in my lap, and braid your hair (after i learn how xD), and and cook for you, and let you wear my sexaaayy bunny boxers, and fall asleep together, and cute watch movies, and be stupid together, and just do eevrything :*
I love evry little thing about you! *cue Queen song XD*
Please just stay with me forever, i need you more than the air in my lungs. i love you so much, you are perfect inside and out, you are beautiful in every way. youve always been there for me, and i'm eternally in your debt soooo Im under your ownership now, yay :D
YOU CAN KEEP ME FOREVR ;p
Sorry im a creep o_________o
"you were made for me, i was made for you" eheh Queen lyrics again :p Just listen to the song and you'll know i love you so much, id do anything for you, anything to make you happy, make you smile.
The spaces in between my fingers, were made to fit yours <3
You know what pain is when you're best friend let's you down. After all the fun, the gossip, the jokes, the secrets and the memories. From one day to another she just doesn't want it anymore. Well believe me, That moment, the world breaks down. You lose the person you love the most, your sister, your smile, youre hope, your trust, your soulmate, and you can't understand why... You still hope that everything will be fine and that she misses you too. She seems so happy without you like you never existed. There's nothing you can do about it. So stop crying. She doesn't need you anymore. Like they say, I'm not mad. I'm hurt. There's a difference.
he sat naked and drunk in a room of summer night, running the blade of the knife under his fingernails, smiling, thinking of all the letters he received telling him that the way he lived and wrote about that- it had kept him going when all seemed tuly hopeless. putting the blade on the table, he flicked it with a finger and it whirled in a flashing circle under the light. who the hell is going to save me? he thought. as the knife stopped spinning the answer came: you're going to have to save yourself.
a paper, a pen, a lighter, an unfinished cigarette this is your life. unraveled, broken, scattered, all torn into pieces, this is the end of the road. oh, loneliness; it will find you in that small hole you're hiding in. loneliness, it will make you numb with that heartless body you're making love with. loneliness... it will shoot you in that tiny house you're cramped in. loneliness will kill you.
Imagine till' the point of madness enjoy with your mind, not your eyes, love with your soul, not with your genitals Beautiful words, all over the world, this world is mad, it really is, but, who says that madness is bad? who tells us to fear the insane? We all have that specific lunatic amount inside us, and its screaming for free, Freedom is what people have forgotten through all this time, Hell, people have become empty like a glass, you know the recipient is not important at all if the essense is not there, your soul, your dizzy soul is asking for freedom, and art is the only way of communication, they say earth without art is just "eh" so what are you waiting for... why do you endure all of these sleepless nights, you think too much, with a flood of doubt drowning you out, and everything is f.cked up and you just don't care anymore please, love yourself, you are beautiful, everything has beauty... Let your soul s c r ea m and l o v e and most importantly.... d r e a m be who you are, I am a psycho, damn we all are, thing thing is... everything happens in the mind, and only what happens there has a reality So let her breathe. (IF)
it's a rare kind of emptiness the kind that makes you feel so full of emotions until you realize there's really nothing there and it's a hidden fear of trust that is covered by a blurting of thoughts until you realize all your words are dry and empty and the words that need to be said, can't so you'll lay awake at 2am again wondering how another night ended like this and you'll come home and sleep for hours to forget, so you don't have to feel and you'll smile and laugh, and you'll breathe but your breaths will feel shallow and when you're alone, you'll grasp for them but they will never be enough and your heart will beat, but a little too fast, a little to slow and you will love, but it will leave you emptier and you will look in the mirror and you'll see the blankess in your eyes. and you will turn away because you can't believe who you are and you'll live but you will only be surviving.
It's not really when you feel sad. Or even when you feel angry. To be honest...I'm not quite sure what it is, but I know its there. It's not the weight of the world or the random sobbing. Or the hatred and irritation to those around you. It's the blankness. The blankness when you sit there and stare at the wall. And one moment you are laughing, smiling, but then... you feel your mind slipping away, and your thoughts disappear, and your feelings with it and your friends and family beg you to speak, to eat, to sleep, but you can't because you don't feel you need it. It's the blankness. It's the feeling of not even realizing you're numb, until the second when you realize you aren't laughing at something you used to cry happiness over. It's the dread of doing something you once spent every waking hour wishing to do. It's the blankness. It's the feeling of every little touch, every word amplified into a screaming, searing sound that you want to slap every helping hand away. And it's when you do, that you feel guilty. It's the blankness. It's not depression, or anger, or suicidal thoughts. It's the blankness, the emptiness, the confusion of fog. It's the blankness that controls us all.
everyone says being in your own world is good, just to exist in a world, within a world. BUT NO, IT SUCKS. being lonely sucks. having your worst fears come creeping out of nowhere, sucks. having all your demons come out of the closet, sucks. LIVING WITHIN YOUR OWN WORLD IS OKAY, but when all of you're s k e l e t o n s and fears and wishes come barelling at you LIKE A TSUNAMI. that sucks.
You see a pencil sharpener ... I see a blade. You see scissors ... I see a blade. You see a knife ... I see a blade. You see a razor ... I see a blade. You see everything normally .. I don't It affects people mentally, not just physcially.