The Deviousness Award is an accolade which is traditionally handed out on the 1st of every month to one truly outstanding deviant.
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December 25, 2007
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Dec 25, 2007, 6:47:55 PM
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ahhh, i felt like this today.
JUST like this.
;aslkdjf;sldkjf this is SO powerful.. i really really hope you still aren't feeling this way -- though i'd imagine you go through bouts of it pretty consistently. i'm super sorry if you are; the angst is wrenching and just tearing at me.
...i don't even know what else to say dollface
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[...a secret was concealed.]
it rose like thunder, clapped under our hands!
it s t r e t c h e d for centuries to a diary entry's end;
where i wrote:
you make me happy when skies are grey.
this piece is absolutely earthshattering to me.
not because its all awesome and stuff.
its just the meaning behind it.
I couldn't bare enough of how deeply I feel like this.
I mean.. its exactly how I feel too.
Stuck, caught. I just can't breathe.
I'm glad it meant something to you,doll. (:
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Good Morning, Starshine
you look like shit when you wake up.
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I'm a broken heart.
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i am so smart that i am practically retarded.
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nobody loves me
it's true
not like you do
this is fantastic.
like, it's SCREAMING to me... screaming.
i cannot imagine how deeply this must be running in your veins and just -- ah, sweetheart; i just want to make it all go away and just, take all the MeaNinG away from you!
i know that part sounds bad -- to take away meaning -- but to take away the things that GIVE this meaning.
what a horrid, awful, gutwrenching, writhing, horrible horrible feeling.
and, i hate every second of the thought of it for myself or anyone else let alone someone else i care about.
that anyone ever feel caught, restrained, trapped... ah, i just wanted to scream thinking about it!
which, of course is wicked to you in a compliment as an artist to evoke such intensity in a viewer, but friend to friend i hate that you would go through it.
hate it for you.
i love you too dearly.
too too dearly.
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[...a secret was concealed.]
it rose like thunder, clapped under our hands!
it s t r e t c h e d for centuries to a diary entry's end;
where i wrote:
you make me happy when skies are grey.
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PNADA
()_()
( ^.^)
( " " )
* i iz happy
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hmm....what now?
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