let's try telling some truth with our words:
mine could say TIRED
yours could say LYING
mine could say TRYING
maybe...
and maybe the only reason I don't pray at night is because I'd like to get some fucking sleep


enter new fad herepeople are so materialistic because when something goes wrong with something material, we replace it, we fix it, or we go without it.enter new fad here
people are so obsessed with love because when we fall we lie to ourselves over and over; when something goes wrong with the relationship, we blame, destroy, and hate ourselves.
we become the desperate feeling things we are.
we can't handle our human function which is to simply reason. but simplicity has nothing to do with it.
we wish to be animals. we take what is in front of us. comfort lies in plast


01.09.06I'm licking my lips, but I'm only tasting the barrel of a gun. My skin tears and I bleed. My face is warm and red from the tears I've cried. Some for you, but most for me. There are fields of fireflies shining bright in my mind. I want to show you how you've made me love. I owe this to you. SHE DESTROYED ME. I'd walk these streets at night for hours, if it weren't so cold. And if I weren't so alone. I could really use someone's hand in mine right about now. It always seems when I'm in need of someone else, I have to find comfort in myself. You don't know how many times I thought of reaching out to you. But I am too unsure to build that sort o01.09.06
Shadows
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Groups I'm involved in.
~perfect-circle
~halo2deviants
I realized I was God...
when I realized that
when I was praying
I was talking to myself...
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Your love is a razorblade kiss
Sweetest is the taste from your lips
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Your love is a razorblade kiss
Sweetest is the taste from your lips
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A member of the anti english teachers of america society for the generally deranged and homicidal inappropriate...
Or ATASGDHI for short
Fellow members hanna
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P h a r m a
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Groups I'm involved in.
~perfect-circle
~halo2deviants
I realized I was God...
when I realized that
when I was praying
I was talking to myself...
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So give me all your poison
And give me all your pills
And give me all your hopeless hearts
And make me ill
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And I staggered off my love of love, romance and valentine ways...
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