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Posted: Sun Jan 10, 2010 9:14 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 10, 2010 9:16 pm
ninja now we battle! ninja ninja ninja
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Posted: Sun Jan 10, 2010 9:21 pm
Objectivist_musicnerd Luno-chan Objectivist_musicnerd Luno-chan Well I think I killed this thread xp *pokes* Feel better? No, I always get in these moods. I swear to god Im so femme I have a phantom period gonk Really, you don't seem that femme to me. Oh, well. Sorry I made you feel bad. I know how it feels to hate yourself. It used to be really bad for me. I always try too see the best in me. It helps me see the best in others too. Gah! I'm getting too sappy. Eh. Im a cynicist, a pessimist, and sometimes i dont believe in anything.
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Posted: Sun Jan 10, 2010 9:33 pm
Luno-chan Objectivist_musicnerd Luno-chan Objectivist_musicnerd Luno-chan Well I think I killed this thread xp *pokes* Feel better? No, I always get in these moods. I swear to god Im so femme I have a phantom period gonk Really, you don't seem that femme to me. Oh, well. Sorry I made you feel bad. I know how it feels to hate yourself. It used to be really bad for me. I always try too see the best in me. It helps me see the best in others too. Gah! I'm getting too sappy. Eh. Im a cynicist, a pessimist, and sometimes i dont believe in anything. I am too. But I think life is too short to be unhappy all the time. Sometimes you gotta smile. I really hope something good happens to you. I might sound like a stupid sunshine-y kid but please, just find something and be happy about it. It makes life a little less painful. Well, with that I bid you goodnight. May a chorus of angels sing thee to thy rest.
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Posted: Sun Jan 10, 2010 9:36 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 10, 2010 9:50 pm
What a beautiful world, so fragile and fertile Pain filled the void when boy met another He’s a puppet to nature, one year later Now so deeply and sickly in love it makes him hate him The average romanticized American relationship Sinks, capsized when either side becomes a slave to it Conditioned, dependent, afraid to be alone He needs that feeling that he can’t create all on his own He despises the fact he has a life outside of him It drives him crazy to think he’s not insanely consumed with him Give him the guilt-trip and maybe he’ll quit living, To stay behind his prison walls and lose all individualism Well this is happiness, masochistic torture Played by the decadent, craved of affection The needle digs deep to push contentment through his bloodstream And drown out hollow, the pothole of a junkie If he could only hear him sing, he wouldn’t want to break those wings But emptiness has such a warm, subtle sting he makes up for what he lacks, trapped, He can’t imagine life without someone like that
We’ve rediscovered the long-lost art of dying Only the lonely resent angels for flying Twisted, living off of each other’s sickness like parasites This is paradise
We’ve rediscovered the long-lost art of dying Only to lonely resent angels for flying Addicted, afraid to take control of my own life This is paradise
What a beautiful world, emotionally destroyed He became plural when boy met boy Between several breakups and plenty relapses Routine bred-comfort led to serious attachment Now every once in a while he forgets to breathe Terrified of losing him, paradise is misery Too much faith in the life-saving knight in shining armour Now his knight’s noticing the scars he can’t hide any longer But they were his story way before he was It was gross hope to think he could heal such deep cuts At first it felt so right but after one too many fights, He turned out that hallway light and all the wonder turned to spite So they sleep in the same bed with guns to each others’ heads Dead the romance, boiling the blood that painted roses red Suffering from post-honeymoon disease, bleached through His whole existence, he’ll die if he decides to leave Addicted to the way he feels when they spend time together Detouring the now in a childish attempt to find forever Despite the fact they hold each other heart to heart You can’t be that close to somebody without being so far apart
We’ve rediscovered the long-lost art of dying Only the lonely resent angels for flying Twisted, living off of each other’s sickness like parasites This is paradise
We’ve rediscovered the long-lost art of dying Only the lonely resent angels for flying Addicted, afraid to take control of my own life This is paradise
Silence, the most obscure sound I’ve ever heard Those lonely, giant spaces in between your every word And maybe, I’m totally crazy for holding on but Just cus I’m insane, don’t mean that I’m wrong Now that you’re gone I can’t sleep at night I barely even function right, my memory’s on overdrive Too hungry and too cold to cry Miss the companionship I once took for granted The way you helped me manage, the partnership that vanished But I don’t expect you to stay chained by the ankle, There’s so much world to see so, fly free my angel I’m dying without you, but it’s teaching me to live Heaven ain’t something someone else can give It’s all inside of me
We’ve rediscovered the long-lost art of dying Only to lonely resent angels for flying Twisted, living off of each other’s sickness like parasites This is paradise
We’ve rediscovered the long-lost art of dying Only to lonely resent angels for flying Addicted, afraid to take control of my own life This is paradise
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Posted: Mon Jan 11, 2010 7:00 am
I would like coffee now...
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Posted: Mon Jan 11, 2010 7:13 am
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Posted: Mon Jan 11, 2010 7:14 am
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Posted: Mon Jan 11, 2010 7:16 am
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Posted: Mon Jan 11, 2010 7:17 am
I'm okay. dunno why the hell I'm up so early but, it is what it is. think I need to start packing today.
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Posted: Mon Jan 11, 2010 7:19 am
Sainthood I'm okay. dunno why the hell I'm up so early but, it is what it is. think I need to start packing today. where ya headin?
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Posted: Mon Jan 11, 2010 7:21 am
shea the anti-venom Sainthood I'm okay. dunno why the hell I'm up so early but, it is what it is. think I need to start packing today. where ya headin? moving to cali in a week to live with my dad.
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Posted: Mon Jan 11, 2010 7:26 am
Sainthood shea the anti-venom Sainthood I'm okay. dunno why the hell I'm up so early but, it is what it is. think I need to start packing today. where ya headin? moving to cali in a week to live with my dad. awws lucky you get to goto cali though
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Posted: Mon Jan 11, 2010 7:38 am
shea the anti-venom Sainthood shea the anti-venom Sainthood I'm okay. dunno why the hell I'm up so early but, it is what it is. think I need to start packing today. where ya headin? moving to cali in a week to live with my dad. awws lucky you get to goto cali though No, not lucky. moving from las vegas, nv to nowhere, ca is not lucky. technically is valley springs and not nowhere but it might as well be nowhere.
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