little girl who just smiles heaps and is all shy and ****. When u get to know me u'll realize I'm a complete Wack job and I'm random most of the time and have the dirtiest mind. Although there is a side barely no one know about me.
When I'm usually alone I spend it crying, it's...
how she could mess with her boyfriend while he's sleeping, and she put a picture up.
The best way to mess with anyone in this situation ever, is to set their alarm to 3 minutes from the time you set it at, wait under their bed, send them a text giving them some order that would...
I pray for the chance to use my bright darkness to put out the dark light of evil.
But evil is hard and easy to find. Hard to allow yourself to stop. As of you or I do am I not a dark light myself.
I'm afraid of who I would be if I was a dark light.
everyone(mainly my friends).Only my family has seen it. My friends haven't seen it because I know how to control it when I'm in front of them. I do it in front of my family because they don't care,and my sister deserves to see.
She's beautiful but also frightening.
She has gotten rid of all the pieces of **** in my life.
She keeps losers in their place and never allows me to take **** from anyone
She weaves a web for those who cross her. They get trapped and begin to panic. For they know their...
to me has been relentlessly tapping her foot for the last five hours. One might venture to wonder if she was politely asked to stop, and she has been on multiple occasions. But this, individual, does not seem to possess the understanding or compassion that most people inherently...
and antisocial when I'm not around my good classmates. They think I'm their innocent, foolish-minded pal, but they don't even know me at all. I may look like I'm just zoning out and drifting off into La-La Land but I'm not. At school, I think of the darkest things my mind can...
that dwells in earnest,
A savage breathing with elan in the murkiness,
Muted screams drowning the whispers of grace,
The screams of fury that nourishes the brute,
Lingering patiently for a breach in the wall,
To paint every ache, every desire, every passion;
but if anyone cared to understand me, they would understand why I am who I am and why I act the way I do. So much has never left my head... Way too much stuff that few have seen or experienced has happened to me. Get to know what happens inside my head and you may just want to...
had an opening for an assassin. After all the background checks, interviewing, and testing were done, there were three candidates. For the final test, the FBI agents took one of the men to a large metal door and handed him a gun.
"We must know that you will follow your...
Longing to feel anything other than this. Can't take photos, can't smile. Cant cry and let it out. It stays trapped within, robbing me of my joy. Can't see the beauty that I once saw. Shadows replace the light and fear replaces confidence. No more swagger, just self loathing and...
It's a drawing. Not a real person. But I guess most people think it's disgusting anyways. I love it. I didn't even flinch when I first saw it. It's a girl. She's tied to a chair. Sitting in front if a table. On the table in a jar are her eyes. On a napkin is her tongue. A glass...
There is a battle within me. On the surface I'm a happy homemaker, bubbly, smile on my face, milk and cookies kind of gal. I'm team mom for many of the sports teams my sons are on, I volunteer in the school, I teach a Sunday School Class. Yet beneath my surface lies this other...
for the demon within is ridiculously moot
The profligacy it hold dull and inane
**** you I say, you are not my void and I don't like you anyway
I've a plethora of my own kind of Saturnalia to tend to
Your sad pleas are supererogatory and vain
You've no comprehension of...
rather few see, but it's a side I'd rather like to indulge in. It is the flip side of the coin which is me. It is my contradiction. It is my addiction. It is my mistake. It is my pleasure. Is it really me? Is it truly who I am? Is me being nice, kind, and polite all a well...
I think it's sad (out loud) but secretly love that I smile to your face but imagine you being hit by a bus or head exploding! I can never really hide my anger or hatred, so I smile. I work with so many ********! I'm married to a slug! I smile!
as far as physical needs go. That there's no single human on the planet who could touch her, Move her Enough. Not to fully fill and satisfy her aches and cravings. Unfortunately, she's come to realize: Emotional needs exist, also, and run rampant within her. And her calm...
so simple. So single minded freaks.
We are all freaks but single mindedness, damn you.
Should I just let all of it go and bring suffering, should I not care, should I do things I'm good at but shouldn't do?
I don't give an F what you think this is my experience.
I can follow you quietly, but I will make a point to let you know I am there. I will utter jibberish under my breath just loud enough for you to hear, and when you are about to scream... I burst out laughing and walk away. I loved working at haunted houses :P
need to look out for." What if I told you if it was true?
I believe everyone has a dark side living inside us. It's that voice that tells you to stay home from school or work or a voice that tells people **** you to the persons you hate.
I will not deny that I have a dark side...
An impossible question to answer in truth.
.My shadow precede me as to lead me in the wrong direction.
When I close my eyes it steps inside of me to ensure that I am there and kept.
And so I remain the only light that emits a faint glow that is of me, thus...
Does it matter for me. I don't know.
But it hurts.
I came here to be me and now I care about people.
Whom don't give a sh$t about me.
No one can care about me.
Your all just simple f&cks.
You all are, even you supposed empaths.
when I was in elementary school, if something happens I instantly turn away from people and bury myself in my own darkness... I thought about different ways my boyfriends brother would get killed. actually hoping he does anyway, I really hate him. he's girlfriend to, if one of...
for the first time or people that know me few months anyway by looking at my picture by seen my personality u never think I had a dark side >:)
I've done things I'm not proud of some things I've done was the wrong thing for the right reason like my days as a con-artist I know...
A zephyr of dread touching faces,
Shadows dancing to the symphony of death,
The monster stirring from deep slumber,
Hungry and brimming with vengeance,
Deception and trickery it's cloak,
Devoid of emotion but intentions hidden,
A scorching path of destruction and consumption...
Zealously revelled in every sear to my being,
Absolute, to the infinite pummel, has been my acceptance,
The burden of my transgressions I carry ardently,
With fortitude bred in the fires of Hades,
To bear the damnation of even your doing,
Beware! Rapt awaits a...
I've only dated and been sexually active with white guys in my life. Why do black girls do that? I never understood why I lean toward white men and kind of discard men of my own kind. It's not that they're less attractive I would love a black man, but it just never occurred...