So about me... Let's keep it short and sweet, 'kay? Music-obsessed. Fan of drawing. Photographer. Sort of. Note: I'm not new to DA, I've just decided to start over. o_O |


Anewwe sit together, the three of us again. finally. we've been waiting half a year for this.Anew
we've all changed, but haven't really, the same personalities within, molded in with different problems.
she comes home every day to rip out her hair and scratch herself until she bleeds, trying to avoid the stress the year has thrown carelessly upon her. she sits, trying to think of ways to get her mom to agree to the latest piercing, tough as nails and smart as a whip, but very paranoid.
she is unsure, feeling as if no one will ever love her, angry at her father for being the insane hippie that he is
Half woman face

the mercy of beasts.His jaws, dripping with the bloody foam of his feast worked, absently, his tongue flickered and, in the dim light filtering through the trees, I saw laughter in his feral, killers eyes.the mercy of beasts.
Ive lived on the cusp of the forest my entire life, never farther away than the hoot of an owl or the howl of a beast in the night. Always, the forest has surrounded me, intrigued me, sucked me in with its dapples of shadows and light, the verdant cradles of its curious depths and the strange, brooding undertows of its hidden magic, and for as long as I can remember, its been my sanctuary. I have nev


The Shattering of MoonAn old willow tree, set in one place, reaching out, thinking deeply, quietly, alone. Proud of the roots that raised it, let it grow. With strong conviction it will whisper it's view, and when the breeze calls, it sways. Marked with children's fingers. Knives' blades. Dog pee. Marked in all, still standing. Bright eyes that stay awake, because the Moon is prettier than the Sun. Should it think it's seen it all, till it's eyes feast more. It's rough bark breaking for the light sap that combines. And when the old woman ushers, "Touch it child, see what it has to say." it will hold it's space. For the woman's anger, for a father's tears, foThe Shattering of Moon
So about me... Let's keep it short and sweet, 'kay? Music-obsessed. Fan of drawing. Photographer. Sort of. Note: I'm not new to DA, I've just decided to start over. o_O |
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"art imitates life and life imitates TV" -- Ani DiFranco
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i'm not afraid to die. but i'm afraid to dry./
"Je ne suis pas daccord avec ce que vous dites, mais je me
battrai jusqu? la mort pour que vous ayez le droit de le dire"
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