I love the smell of decaying flowers. Surrounding myself with dying perenials is so comforting. Even beautiful things die. ~sings~
"Hip Hip horay for me, you took from me, but would you kill me in my sleep? From the razor to the rosary we can lose ourselves and paint these walls in pitchfork red. I will avenge my ghost with every breath I take."
I would sigh here, but I'm feeling apathetic.
Yay! A beloved emotion, full of memories and wishes. Does anyone care?
Funny, cause I just replied to myself. hummm I must make some small incisions on my skin.
"Hip Hip horay for me, you took from me, but would you kill me in my sleep? From the razor to the rosary we can lose ourselves and paint these walls in pitchfork red. I will avenge my ghost with every breath I take."
I would sigh here, but I'm feeling apathetic.
Yay! A beloved emotion, full of memories and wishes. Does anyone care?
Funny, cause I just replied to myself. hummm I must make some small incisions on my skin.
the one thing i would change about you is your lack of self esteam (i know i murdered the spelling of that one)
i will make it a point to give you a sign if i end up in purgetory or limbo and you outlive me. i'd expect the same from you.
all pez tastes the same
many people care, few show it.