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marked.carve your name upon my shoulder tattoo your signature across my throat singe your wishes along my ribs brand your dreams against my heartmarked.
sing your lies into my ears whisper your deceit amidst my fingertips soothe your malice between my shoulder-blades purr your vilification betwixt my eyelashes croon your hatred into my soul
paint your fingers among my hipbones dye your palms over my thighs gild your mouth upon my collarbone varnish your cheek against my throat color your teeth atop my lips
smudge your filth along my irises stain
draw me a picture.he saiddraw me a picture.
draw me a picture of something that makes laughter bubble in your throat and your toes curl with pleasure and butterflies thrum songs on your heartstrings.
he said
draw me a picture of your dreams and your wishes, your hopes and your fears, the lies and deceit and pleasure and desire that curls your lip and tickles at your ribs.
he said
draw me a picture of the buzz in your ears and the sweat on your palms and the gleam in your eyes and the pound of your heart in your chest.
he said
draw me a picture of the tangoing stars and the limboing mi
she says."i think i might like you"she says.
is what she says when they are ten years old and all wide eyes and oblivious grins and pudgy cheeks. when they are bubble-gum-breath and lollipop-fingers that quickly twine together. when they are too young to understand the true concept of love, but it lingers behind their blind eyes and smiling lips.
"i think i might love you"
is what she says on the night of their one-year anniversary, when they are all hooded eyes and hesitant hands cupping sweaty necks and pink lips pressed to shivering skin. when the leather backseats of flashy new coupes seem very inviting. when they ar
hollywood whore.whistling breath falling from parted red lips like shredded strips of charred silk. cigarette burns stain her lips from years of wasted lies and tortured cries. her fingers are tipped with razorblades stained red with the blood of mangled souls. her eyes are black and soulless, but they watch the passing strangers maliciously, like a predator stalking its oblivious prey.hollywood whore.
she drags them into deserted alleyways, empties their pockets, drains their blood, rips their souls from jagged tears between their snapped ribs. she laughs when she finishes, and her teeth are stained black with poison, her voice like hollow wind through dead t
| the literature, photomanipulations, drawings, and photographs featured here have all affected me in many different ways. i hope they will also make you laugh, cry, smile, dream, wish or hope. |
| "i'm a nightmare, a disaster that's what they always said i'm a lost cause, not a hero but i'll make it on my own" --simple plan |
Another iPod Quiz
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The human spirit needs places where nature has not been rearranged by the hand of man. ~ Author Unknown
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"You're in luck, Weasley, Potter's obviously spotted some money on the ground!"
-Draco Malfoy
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♥ (,`*•.¸( `*•.¸ ¸.•*´ )¸.•*´, )♥
♥´`•.*:+:~ Roxyanna ~:+:*.•´♥
"Together, forever, never apart. Maybe in distance, but never in heart."
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Roxy + Ethan <3
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i hate that sometimes i just want to hold your hand ♥
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"You're in luck, Weasley, Potter's obviously spotted some money on the ground!"
-Draco Malfoy
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"Everything that flickered could be made permanent. That was what drew him to photography, what made every painstaking step worth it: the permanence of the image. That was what fascinated him, the working against time..." - Katie Roiphe
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>Dress up this rotten carcass just to make it look alive<
-NIN:Last
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no soy un completo inútil, por lo menos sirvo de mal ejemplo. :]
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