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The lightning bolt scars the face of the night as I lay here listening to the applause of the wind-scattered leaves. I am left desolate in the arms of darkness—everything has abandoned me. The moon having lost the battle with the storm clouds, the stars following suit, the candle lit after the…
We are the youth
who bound blindfolds around our eyes
and stepped into the cage
while those like us
make homes of struggle
in the mountains.
We write of love unrequited,
While they drill their ideals
into the drabs of the army.
We live oblivious,
While they make lives
As much as I love books, I always pause to think whether or not I should read a book series. Here are the reasons why.
First, it infatuates you. The first installment allows you a peek into the character’s lives, like passing by the apartment door of a hot model and you happened to glimpse his…
Battling with inadequacy is as hard as repressing the urge to decorate another patch of skin with bloody slashes. People say that others can tell you that you are not enough, but you must never think that of yourself. Bullshit.
You must always be the first person to call yourself inadequate….
Yours is a love the seas and the oceans cannot fathom.
They are wide, but your love is wider.
They are deep, but your love is deeper.
They are beautiful, but your love is beyond perfection.
When I tell you to pluck off the …
She danced like the burning fires of hell. She danced like a storm, an untamed whirlwind of passion and graceful limbs. She moved as if there was no tomorrow; as if twilight must follow her in her wake and the morning must rise with every shake of her head, her curly hair tumbling like the water…
Red is beautiful when it is clothed by the flowers and the sunsets. Red is beautiful when it flows across your skin, slowly filling in the crack-like roads. Or so you thought.
You cut where the band of your wristwatch makes little dents on your flesh, so that when you wear the silver Seiko, it…
When my heart is crumbling and shadows stick to skin like leech, I have you and it means the world. Thank you all for your words and fragments of soul, I kiss them all lightly before it connects to my mosaic like core.
Sometimes people just wake up and love doesn’t live there anymore. That’s okay too.
It appears that some celebrities don’t actually like Justin Bieber.. How sad.XTINA!! Haha gurllll!
AHAHAHAHAHA CHRISTINA’S FACE I ABOUT DROPPED DEAD
All that shade