…but for once I actually feel pretty myself.
i fucking miss you!
there’s just too much goddamn beauty.
the chronicles are so misleading.
The dark grows thin, And I’m left to hide
I don’t regret it, But its sad anyway
Now were both dead, And scared of the black
This life of games, And diligent trust
Its the things we do, Or the things we must
Im now tired of being cussed
So go sleep forever end to dust
…are making me sick.
and i now have a diploma that says i am a make-up artist :) yay!!
ps. I want my dahlias done!
(doing some serious research)
you have to understand, that talking about it will only make it real.
and I can’t do that to you yet.