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Ask a question, I'll always be honest.

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I’ll let the little ones watch me as long as they want, but I’ll never let them close.
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I’ll let the little ones watch me as long as they want, but I’ll never let them close.

(via ssdmmfr)

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Why oh why,

Why oh why must you lie, I see right through them, I see right through you, you’re but a piece of glass. You’re actions are predicted, I setup, tests yet you fail them so quickly, you fall prey to what I wish for you too, why be so simple but act so sophisticated, you’re just a phase, one that will pass, and when you’re in the past I’ll smile because I will know that I was the one who played a game, and came out victor. But I wouldn’t say it makes you a loser, just not the one I really needed.

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So is that what forever meant to you.

You are humored by my plea’s for another chance. Another kiss and another dance, but you fail to see how much you mean to me. You can say goodbye, it simply makes me wanna die. I know I wasn’t the best but you accepted me for what I was, was it I? Me, couldn’t accept you. Well in the end you are better off without me, and I guess in a way you are doing me a favor. Now nothings holding me back, that one fluent motion that will end my life and end my suffering. I guess this was written to say thank you.

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Watch me now.

Watch me crash and burn, ruin what’s left of this fragile pathetic life o’mine. Ready? For the big finish that is…. Do watch me and get ready to be able to watch me fail. I am finally going to admit it, admit how pathetic everythings been.

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My city of escape, perhaps changing my fate. There’s no way to escape my fate, why is it called the city of escape? *He smirks as the shade over whelms him and he slowly disappears*
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My city of escape, perhaps changing my fate. There’s no way to escape my fate, why is it called the city of escape? *He smirks as the shade over whelms him and he slowly disappears*

(via mayorofawesometown)

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This is for a awesome girl I value dearly.

Laura if you weren’t around I think I would be done with this island. You always make me happy even when I am in a terrible mood. If I ever needed anything I could always count on you. You’re my best friend, and my favorite person. If you ever needed anything I’d always be there for you, because you always we’re there for me. I love you more then you can imagine.

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As I stare out to where I wish to be, nothing, not even fish will come close to me. Is it that I hurt everyone around me? No that just can’t be, I am friendly I am kind I am me. Perhaps I do hurt, but not others. I hurt myself, everyday it seems to get worse and worse. I just want to find the key that will stop me from hurting. Its a simple key, two prongs with a deep ballad. So will you help me? Venture out for this key, so I can finally be me?
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As I stare out to where I wish to be, nothing, not even fish will come close to me. Is it that I hurt everyone around me? No that just can’t be, I am friendly I am kind I am me. Perhaps I do hurt, but not others. I hurt myself, everyday it seems to get worse and worse. I just want to find the key that will stop me from hurting. Its a simple key, two prongs with a deep ballad. So will you help me? Venture out for this key, so I can finally be me?

(Source: thesteward)

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Torn.

I’ve been torn for so long that every time it feels like its healing, I get ripped a little more. This viscous cycle with never end. Until I get what I truly want.

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We didn’t know what was happening, but when it did it was beautiful. Everything was amazing.
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We didn’t know what was happening, but when it did it was beautiful. Everything was amazing.

(via cavetocanvas)

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The pack that will one day hunt us for our sins, some call them hell hounds…. I call them gods disciples. They work for the devil but they do god a favor.
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The pack that will one day hunt us for our sins, some call them hell hounds…. I call them gods disciples. They work for the devil but they do god a favor.

(Source: oldbookillustrations)

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