Random quotes I love c:
"And I whispered in her ear: You'd better fear me Dear, for I am Death, and I'll take that s**t you call a life in a single [********] breath."
Only despair floats in the sky, where even creation covers its own eyes.
Your halo is slipping down to choke you now.
I'm selfish, impatient, and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control, and at times hard to handle. But if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best.
Ah, Spring when the sap runs through our romantic little brains.... here's a little something I composed for a certain crush I've been experiencing.
inb4: tl:dr - pearls before swine
Question: Are you feeling inspired lately? How do you express it?
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The sunrise lazily stretched its rosy fingers through the blinds, gently brushing her nose, kissing her eyelids, beckoning her from a sleepy retreat. Her cat joined in with an impatient, rumbling purr.
Reluctantly, she opened her eyes - sad to let go of the delicious dream her mind had crafted about someone she hardly knew. A fantasy, composed of pixels and text with the magical ability to reach through the electronic ether and wrap tightly around her heart. She felt contentment run through her very bones. Blinking and rubbing her eyes, she wondered about this mysterious person from far away. He appeared to be independent, creative, a little tousled - but entirely endearing. And his skill with words! She had never experienced such honest writing facility from another person before - thoughtful, rakish at times, passionate, poetic.
Closing her eyes for just one more minute, she imagined the vowels and consonants trickling and dancing over her skin, nibbling, licking, kissing her to a shivering intensity. Suddenly, the letters became words - beautiful, heartfelt words. They caressed her bare arms, running gentle, multisyllabic strokes along her pale, soft neck to her cheek - which felt suddenly warm and flushed. Her breath quickened.
Suddenly she opened her eyes. Dust sprites sparkled on the sunbeams shooting through the window. The room melted away in the morning magic and as she looked up, her eyes met his. The words transformed into flesh. No longer trapped in the electronic ether, he bent down and softly kissed her forehead. She smiled.
"Good morning, ********."
(-Saucy Bearnaise)
Vanille says: Dimitri should work at a daycare telling stories
"And I whispered in her ear: You'd better fear me Dear, for I am Death, and I'll take that s**t you call a life in a single [********] breath."
Only despair floats in the sky, where even creation covers its own eyes.
Your halo is slipping down to choke you now.
I'm selfish, impatient, and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control, and at times hard to handle. But if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best.
Ah, Spring when the sap runs through our romantic little brains.... here's a little something I composed for a certain crush I've been experiencing.
inb4: tl:dr - pearls before swine
Question: Are you feeling inspired lately? How do you express it?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The sunrise lazily stretched its rosy fingers through the blinds, gently brushing her nose, kissing her eyelids, beckoning her from a sleepy retreat. Her cat joined in with an impatient, rumbling purr.
Reluctantly, she opened her eyes - sad to let go of the delicious dream her mind had crafted about someone she hardly knew. A fantasy, composed of pixels and text with the magical ability to reach through the electronic ether and wrap tightly around her heart. She felt contentment run through her very bones. Blinking and rubbing her eyes, she wondered about this mysterious person from far away. He appeared to be independent, creative, a little tousled - but entirely endearing. And his skill with words! She had never experienced such honest writing facility from another person before - thoughtful, rakish at times, passionate, poetic.
Closing her eyes for just one more minute, she imagined the vowels and consonants trickling and dancing over her skin, nibbling, licking, kissing her to a shivering intensity. Suddenly, the letters became words - beautiful, heartfelt words. They caressed her bare arms, running gentle, multisyllabic strokes along her pale, soft neck to her cheek - which felt suddenly warm and flushed. Her breath quickened.
Suddenly she opened her eyes. Dust sprites sparkled on the sunbeams shooting through the window. The room melted away in the morning magic and as she looked up, her eyes met his. The words transformed into flesh. No longer trapped in the electronic ether, he bent down and softly kissed her forehead. She smiled.
"Good morning, ********."
(-Saucy Bearnaise)
Vanille says: Dimitri should work at a daycare telling stories
