The Murder WeaponA sharp butcher knife.The Murder Weapon
A loaded gun.
A length of rope.
A thick metal pipe.
A vial of thick discolored poison.
Sapphire had laid these four things out, as she sat cross-legged on the floor before them. The basement walls surrounded her like the strong, warm parental arms she never experienced. She refused to paint, so the dark cracked walls, decorated with the occasional poster, felt so much more like home to Sapphire than the prim and proper upstairs.
After staring at these 5 things for a length of time, she'd come to various conclusions. Her black eyes stared at e
The March of MenPART IThe March of Men
In a clichéd, panoramic view of the battlefield, littered with the bodies of the deceased and scarlet glittered grass, our warriors marched through, sidestepping the corpses, their faces that of determination. Harry James Potter was in the lead, his ever-faithful duo, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger, flanking both his sides. Many faces, young and old of years, whose hearts were struck cold by the war raging for years behind their closed doors drew, shadows, long and dark, across the land. Tired of being kept shut up in the darkness, they followed Harry into the red, bloodstained light, believing in him and t
Broken Heart CollageYou told me so much and so little at the same time. That you loved me and that I was your special girl. I always believed you. You were interesting and funny. A deep thinker. You had a perfect view on everything. You always made everyone laugh. You were the only person I've ever known that could strike up a perfectly normal conversation with a perfect stranger and never look stupid. You reminded me so much of myself. I looked into your eyes and saw me. You were strong and confident. You loved me and that was all I knew.Broken Heart Collage
I never questioned your honesty, your reason. I never asked why I rarely saw you. I never asked why you and mom
Takes One To Know Onei'm the kind of person that will never be complete. i'm the person that flips from sour to sweet. i'm the kind of person that will sadly cut her throat. then use her final bit of strength to write a goodbye note. i'm the kind of person who can't life without regret. i'm the kind of person who you can't and won't forget. i'm the kind of person that hangs between life and death. i'm the kind of person who lives to hold her breath.Takes One To Know One
i'm the person that flips from sour to sweet. i'm the kind of person that will never be complete.
pain inspires creativity
Suffering
You're it!
*psst.... go look at my journal*
I MISS YOU BABE!
Only people I've been talking to lately are Megan, Wednesday, and Bela, and lord knows that can't be good for my health.
*deep breath*
*flyingtackleglomp*
Thanks!
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Maybe I'm just passing you by.
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♥___i. s w e a r . t o . g o d .you.don't.get.me.at.all___♥
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He drove the desert, fired his rifle in the sky
And says, "God if I have to die you will have to die"
I didn't move to the city, the city moved to me
And I want out desperately
love the flowers pics babe
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...and you bleed just to know you're alive
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We're making out inside crashed cars.
We're sleeping through all our memories.
I used to waste my time dreaming of being alive,
Now I only waste it dreaming of you.
^_^
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Cheers
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We're making out inside crashed cars.
We're sleeping through all our memories.
I used to waste my time dreaming of being alive,
Now I only waste it dreaming of you.
^_^
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Cheers
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