Endeared Miss A I still check your blog every day, as if I still wanted to take care of you. I shouldn't have been so curious. I wouldn't have been so angry. I'm tracing a line here. You ought to not cross it. » Continue Reading
Tenho medo de escrever. Tenho medo de derramar pensamentos terríveis em uma folha de papel tão pura. Sinto medo de deixar estes pensamentos saírem da segurança da minha cabeça e assim tornar o mundo um lugar pior. Eu estou olhando para baixo, brincando com o que há em minha mesa. Eu sei exatamente o que está me incomodando e estou tentando meu máximo para desviar disso. Bem, uma coisa leva a outr... » Continue Reading
Meu corpo é minha igreja. Você me devora quando olha para meu corpo, desolado. Deus assiste meu corpo desdobrar e eu olho de volta e é você. Você invade meu corpo buscando meu coração por baixo de minha pele porém você não encontra, ele não está mais lá. Mesmo assim eu quero que você volte e me olhe de novo. Eu gosto de brincar de deus. Atra » Continue Reading
Ok. Quero expressar meus sentimentos em relação a isso, porém aprendi que isso não é uma boa ideia com você. Vamos resolver isso como se fossemos adultos separando briga entre crianças. Como » Continue Reading
Damned be the hands that once tried to touch you. Dear child . I'm sorry you had to watch The Fox hurt you again and again and I'm sorry you are not as important to her as that damn machine » Continue Reading
You're quite trusting for someone who used to pray with their eyes open. The most ridiculous thing is that you started to close them again. What changed? Once a heretic, always a heretic and you know that. » Continue Reading
\(⌒▽⌒) 💓 Last night I was about to sleep when my mind brought me agony if I didn't write down some words to make something with them later: Admist, silence, heart beats, commanded, resist, mercy, maybe, kind, bury, appeal, spear, unforgiving, bleeds, ribs, chamber, interrupting, consumption, please, serve a pu » Continue Reading
I want to know more about myself, and I do that through art. When I create, I hope future me will look back and pick up on the signs. I'm relatively new to this 'free-will' 'critical thinking' thing puberty gave me. I grew up in catholic school and I know I was just a dummy too scared to think outside what was presented to me. And also all my memories have holes in them. I know something is missin... » Continue Reading
You eavesdropped a conversation you shouldn't've intruded. [...] “ that machine .. The Fox .. that .. that machine it isn't quite what..” “The Fox lies to you.” ... “She is aware of that. Besides, I never lied, I just hid the truth [...] » Continue Reading
Tonight I feel lonely. I barely engage in social activities, and when I do, I'm wishing it to end while the other person carries the conversation. I keep myself com » Continue Reading