I hurt: when I feel unnappreciated I love: my friends and my fiancee I hate: stupid people who broadcast I cry: when I’m frightened or forced
Author: emma_rain
You don't see me at all.....
Now I'm finding truth is a ruin......
One day this dirty stool pigeon will die...
for an angel
Bleeding_Angel ‘s birthday is November 27th. Wouldn’t it be wonderful for people to send him hoardes of Private Messages?? Do what you like. emma
Something Wicked, I Don’t Know What to Think
Hey Val. It’s Amy.
The Problems With Being Imaginary
I dont feel. Maybe I am. Someone’s Misguided wish that ended up
In Fair Verona- Chapter 1
Fighting the urge to fall unconscious, Davies looked once more into the mirror. He was determined that the .45-caliber bullet that had lodged itself in his left shoulder was on its way out.
Elegy to One
Everything of everything vibrates with the silence of
The Problems With Being Imaginary
Am I imaginary? I dont feel. Maybe I am.
by E. A. Poe
“When music affects us to tears, seemingly causeless, we weep not from excess of pleasure,
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I ask you: Dismiss this feeling you lived for And breathe
Debra Beers: Homeless
Every muscle must have clenched at the same time, or else the moment would have been lost. The sounds that burst from my mouth like an army at the noise of trumpets took my whole body. I became my anger.