It sucks so deeply,
is so unfair,
How you can love the living fuck out of someone,
but something is in the way.
It's not enough,
No matter how much you wish it was.
And, when it's not enough,
It just...
Isn't.
The words were like ginger,
brushing
hands on a sunburn.
All of them were pregnant,
with awkwardly hidden
emotions.
It wasn't what I expected,
but somehow it was.
Unsure of everything,
but sure of everything
that mattered.
We ask our questions
careful of how we
word them.
Unspeakably afraid
of dredging up
memories turned
sour as warm milk.
It's nearly strange
but I know
we have both needed
to know the other still
exists.
And have this postponed
Conversation.
You left so fast
it was almost
Amputation.
Like the world was
blind, and you asked
what I thought of
the colour red.
Then I woke up blind,
But I was now
There are no beautiful deaths,
No dignified ways to die,
It wont solve your problems.
No one will understand you,
even though you have displayed you veins for others to gawk at.
It isn't gentle and fading,
Like the reprise of a love song.
It's painful, cold, severing,
shutting down,
and ending.
There are no big deaths
Only little ones, infantesimal ones.
No symbolic remains,
Only rotting corpses.
And you are subhuman once you are dead.
Its a bizzare spectacle,
a truly mindless and stupid way to be human,
Not even human at all.
not a beat or a breathe to tell the world you ever were.
Just and page lying on the floor,
pe
Sometimes I hear a song that reminded me of
How I loved you,
Not long ago.
Then the residual pain brings me to my knees.
Even though Im happy with him,
Sometimes I still wish I could have said more.
It all used to remind me of you,
In such a bittersweet way.
It caused unrelenting pain,
But I smiled because I loved you.
It reminds me of the person you used to be,
The person I see in your eyes in your vulnerable moments.
But now you are unrecognizable, completely changed.
And so am I.
Loving and losing you made me a woman.
The pain made me stronger,
And though Im angry,
I still want to thank you,
for putting m
It sucks so deeply,
is so unfair,
How you can love the living fuck out of someone,
but something is in the way.
It's not enough,
No matter how much you wish it was.
And, when it's not enough,
It just...
Isn't.
Real High School Girl Quotes by MirianaTheGreat, literature
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Real High School Girl Quotes
Real High School Girl Quotes
These have actually been uttered by high school girls within my hearing. But, some of these are from the movies and TV shows.
"Does, like, two seconds count as doing it?"
"That bitch! She always steals my clothes!"
"That Brandon Sharp. He's like, such a faggot ass whore master."
"She like, grabbed my cootchie and then when I went to grab her boob she got all pissy. What's up with that?"
"So if it [sperm] has sugar in it, why doesn't it taste sweet?"
"Because the senses for sweetness are on the tip of your tongue, not the back of your throat."
"Wasn't the big bang the thing that god used to kill the d
Punk rock Love Is...
1. Your boyfriend giving you booze insted of chocolates.
2. Him calling you, your not home. So he sings you a punk rock love song on your answering machine. ;)
3. You showing up totally naked at his house on his birthday.
4.Sneaking into the movies just so you guys can make out in the movie theater.
5. Going to the "show" and moshing in the moshpitt holding hands.
6. Him/Her Gluing your photo on their leather jacket with all the pin and patches.
7. Sneaking to "their" house, climbing into the window of there "their" bedroom. "Doing it" and getting caught by "their"
Parents.
8. Him outside your window singing you
Current Residence: crapberry manisnowba Favourite genre of music: grunge/metal MP3 player of choice: the kind that plays music Skin of choice: the kind of skin on people (how do i answer that!?) Personal Quote: "Life is waiting for you. Its all messed up but we'll survive" Our Lady Peace
First things first, let me apologize to those that have been waiting for me to update, or atleast give a sign that I have been alive over the past year. For the longest time I seemed to hit a mile-thick artistic wall. When I did actually get something worthwhile out, it seemed too personal to post. Have you ever had those moments that you still had inspiration but it just wasn't the right kind or something? well, anytime now you will have pile upon piles of new artwork, Thanks.
I Have discovered one of the best things in the world. it has completed my existance. okay, so get migrane mediaction. the kind with caffine. slug a couple of those buggers down with a coffee or an other magnificent source of caffine ... and youre wide fucking awake!!! which is good for me, cause i dont sleep much. especially with the artistic boom ive been having lately, which you guys havent seen yet cause ive been so busy actuallt crating the art beofre posting it. BUT WHATEVER! =] im .. hyper? crazy? bored? i dont know.
im going to... do something! i dont know, ill figure that out when i get there!
bye, Love Lucy <3
so i have a funny story guys,
Lucy has fractured her petula! or in english ive broken my kneepcap. well, they know its at leat a definite fracture. because scince i went to the hospital on MONDAY! theuy havent given me back my xray results, i havent gotten a call from them, and they said either way they'd call. its fucking SUNDAY NIGHT and they havent. IM done bitching. now its time to laugh!
But i have sometihng even funneir to put to the talbe than that, even funnier than the fact that im on crutches. or the ugly sight of my knee brace, whiuch i must wear for two months.
Its the story of how did it.
so my family was at the santa