| Here ish me gallery of certain DOOM. It ish filled with DOOMFULLNESS and BLAH, but I'm happy wiff it! ~Pweases enjoy!♥ |


Fragile DreamsYou gazed solemnly from behind the glass panes of our apartment of our apartment window that evening. The gold-toned glare of the sunset that highlighted your cheekbones and glistened in your eyes did not faze you at this time. I asked you why you seemed so forlorn. You looked at me as though I was a stranger; as though you'd woken from a trance.Fragile Dreams
That was before you were gone. Now whenever I'm alone I find myself rolling onto pointed toes, trying to see from your perspective. What caught your eye out the window? Were you stolen by the sky? I want to hold


Why do writers write?Words flying out from fingertips, leading nowhere in particular. I could dedicate it all to you, or dedicate to no one. It's there because I willed it so, engraving it upon the pages. I could burn these words, erase them, tear them... They'd still never be gone. Deep in the back of my mind, these words will forever live on. What makes these words come spewing out from my imagination? I pin up my confused emotions for everyone and anyone (whichever one comes first) to read, to mock, to love, or hate. Why should I yearn for praise on my absurd expressWhy do writers write?
| Here ish me gallery of certain DOOM. It ish filled with DOOMFULLNESS and BLAH, but I'm happy wiff it! ~Pweases enjoy!♥ |
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Ogni persona è un abisso, vengono le vertigini a guardarci dentro!
Georg Buchner
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"I hated every minute of training, but I said, "Dont quit. Suffer now and live the rest of your life as a champion."
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The only time I cry is when the amount of peanut butter overpowers the jelly.
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