DarlaSometimes Darla dances in the rain when there’s not a drop on the ground or in the heavens. She sees stars in the bright day and I sometimes envy her.Darla
I envy Darla because even though she’s insane she’s still so wonderfully beautiful. I look at Darla and her yellow hair and her blue eyes, a poster girl for the Aryan race and I envy her. But I’ve got one thing that Darla doesn’t have. I’ve got a husband.
My husband is beautiful in that manly way. He’s a flirt and I hear of his misdeeds everyday and my heart feels like
Breathless.He takes my breath away. When I met him, such an honest moral person. So different from everyone else. He leaves me breathing in the lost smell of his attentions.Breathless.
He takes my breath away. He leaves me staring in such amazement at his being. His whole soul right out there in the open for me to grasp. He leaves me gasping at the sight of his inner core.
He takes my breath away. Heaving my breasts and trying to catch it along with every pleasure he piles on top of me. Screaming out until I can’t even squeak. He leaves
My Take On The Cosmic Want.One pillow will hold exactly one hour 47 minutes and 32 seconds of tears. Of course I’m talking about the cheap kind that hotels use. Of course it’s in their favor that they’re super absorbent.My Take On The Cosmic Want.
My hotel number is 21D and it makes me sad because it’s my favorite number and the letter of your first name. I’m sitting there in my white panties and my white bra and my pasty white white skin and I miss him. Him and his tan lines and his black boxers and the way his musky smell reminded me of man.
I’ve been staring at my phone for awhile now, I’m
Collecting Pieces.I just can’t trust you the way that I use to. Maybe it’s because I am a liar. But when I’ve spent all the time combing the lies out of my hair and getting rid of the baggage under my eyes… you’d think you’d notice.Collecting Pieces.
I only cry on Sunday afternoons. When I can hear the church bells ringing and that bell is tolling for me. Not for my death, but mocking me. Never white lace and silk. Nothing old, nothing new. And just me that’s blue.
But I only cry on Sundays and you only cry when I can&
It's Not a Walk of ShameI finally fall asleep around six-thirty, holding in my mind's eye the vague final memory of him kissing the pad of thumb, only to be jolted awake again fifteen minutes later when an alarm goes off somewhere in the dark. Through a haze of booze, weed, and exhaustion, I feel him kiss the nape of my neck and pull his arms out from around me. I arch my back against the sudden cold as his damp chest peels away from my back, and he pulls the blanket back over top of me. He shuts the door behind himself. I can hear the shower and then, quietly from the living room, the news on the TV. I haven't watched the news in months. The microwave wIt's Not a Walk of Shame
Things I LearnedThings I Learned About My Halloween Weekend (But Not Until After the Fact)Things I Learned
I. I smoked no less than fourteen Belmont cigarettes on Saturday, at $9.50 a pack before tax. This is a rough estimate and, surprisingly, comparatively few. This morning, I'm lending my last ones out to boys who dropped yellow powder and smoked Legends 'til they puked.
"I'll spot you one tomorrow." Of course you will, Pumpkin. My lungs must hate me.
II. Before going to bed, I am told, I took two Flintstones multivitamins and an Advil, then organiz
Sleeping in HousewaresTen o’clock Monday morning, Cilian stands under the display loft bed with a take-out package from Al’s Diner wafting the smell of bacon and eggs up to the lump in the covers far above his head. He calls, “Astrid? Astrid. Let me up.” There’s some grumbling, the lump moves, and then a rope ladder cascades down the eight feet separating the loft and the floor. Cilian puts the take-out bag in his teeth and climbs up out of the undergrowth of clothing racks, past the scrubby layer of wardrobes and hat stands, and into the foliage of display chandeliers. She’s wrapped up in her blanket, smiling out atSleeping in Housewares
Bull-Nosed and Blue-HairedShe’s wrapping herself up in your shirt, your good D&G button-up your wife picked out at the boutique, the one the colour of a robin’s egg. It hangs loose off her shoulders and hits her below mid-thigh. With her damp hair pinned back off her face, her legs in the gold lamé leggings she came here in last night, she smiles down at you where you’re snuggled in the grimy hotel bed. “There’s a wine stain on my dress,” she says. “I hope you don’t mind. Just put your jacket on and button it up all the way when you leave. Okay? I have to go to class. If I don’t go to life drawing again the prof&Bull-Nosed and Blue-Haired
Fishing for compliments
Neglect
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BASICS
Name: Sam Halliwell
Age: 16
D.O.B.: 4-22-93
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bi
race: White
Birthplace: Harrisburg
Current location: Pennsylvania
Eye color: hazel
Hair Color: dark brown
Height: 5'3"
Heritage: German
Priercings: my ears
Tattoos: none
Zodiac: Taurus
Chinese Zodic: Rooster
Religion: eff that
Shoe Size: 7 1/2-9
FAVORITES
Band/Singer: Nightwish
Song: The Escapist
Genre of Music: Symphonic Metal
Color(s): black, red, anything neon
TV show(s): Two and a Half Men, Reba, Golden girls
Movie(s): Edward Scissorhands, Corpse Bride, Nightmare Before Christmas,& Sweeney Todd
Food: Italian
Store: Hottopic
Number: 7
Drink: soda
Animal: Wolf
Pizza topping
Season: Winter
Month: October
Holiday: Halloween
Actor: Johnny Depp
Actress: Jennifer Aniston
Book(s): HP series, Inkheart trilogy
Snack: Pizza Rolls
Pass Time: drawing, listening to Nightwish, watching tv
THIS OR THAT
Sunny or rainy:rainy
Chocolate or vanilla: It depends if we're talking about people or flavors
Fruit or veggie: Fruit
Night or day: night
Sour or sweet: sweet
Love or money: love
Phone or in person: in person
Poor & happy or rich & miserable: Poor & happy
Looks or personality: Personality
Coffee or tea: coffee
Hot or cold: cold
Animals or Humans: Animals
Black or White: again with the people or colour thing
Art or Writing: Writing
Movies or TV: Movies
DVD Or Blue Ray: DVD
Sony or Nitendo: Nintendo
Sleep on your Right or Left Side: right
Darwin or Creation: Darwin
YOUR
Goal for this year: Lose weight
Most missed memory: Daisy
Best physical feature: my legs,eyes
First thought waking up: "Ughhhhhh"
First word(s) you say in the morning: "Hi Cooper."
#1 Thing you hate about yourself: I'm not pretty
FUTURE
Do you wanna get married: yes
Do you wanna have kids: yes, 2
Do you wanna go to college: absolutely
What do you want to be in your life: author, or chef
DO YOU
Dance: Yes [badly]
Smoke: No
Drink: When mum lets me
Shower daily: yes
Like thunderstorms: It only scares me if I can see them
Curse: yes. a lot.
Sing:yup
Play an instrument: used to play the flute
Think you are good looking: nope
Get along with your parents: My mum and biological dad yeah
Get along well with others: Not usually
Have a Dirty Little Secret: *sarcasm* Psh no...
Snore: Not sure
Roll around it bed: Yes
OTHER
Can you whistle: yes
Right or left handed: right
Your bedtime: 9:00-11:00
Biggest fear: dying
3 things you can't live without: My friends, My family, & music
Color of your room: white
Siblings: step-siblings
Pets: yup 1 dog
For or against gay marriage: For. I AM bi you know
Thoughts on abortion: Legal. You should have to deal with the regret if you have it.
If you could be anywhere right now where would you be: Ireland on a beach w/ Eri
Do you wear contacts/glasses: no
Are you afraid of the dark: terrified
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Twilight Stats:
Boys that Totally Love Bella (Including Edward Cullen): 5
(See why I hate it?)
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Bye
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