Red, black, and white
are what I see at night.
Two walls black,
two walls red,
white ceiling above my bed.
Zebra stripe covers,
stuffed animal lovers,
and a fluffy black pillow.
Blood on the Dance Floor posters,
a heater when winter is closer.
A skateboard with a dragon,
iPod with downloads that are lagging,
and a little baby in her crib.
Hairspray, straightener, and bobby pins.
All stuff my room has within.
Tick, tock,
that's my clock.
Music in the background.
It's Frankenstein and the Bride
playing on the radio pushed to the side.
It's where I hide out all day
when I want everyone to go away.
Here, I give Gir
kisses, cuddles, and hugs.
Baggy Shirts and Porcelain Secrets by PaperbackWriter314, literature
Literature
Baggy Shirts and Porcelain Secrets
There was nothing to puke up but stomach acid.
It burned down her throat; the cool porcelain rim was no consolation.
A muttered excuse and a painful breakfast that would come back soon.
Hurrying past people that surely didn’t know.
(Did they?)
Seeing the girl she would be in nine months’ time.
Checking to be sure it hadn’t grown too much.
But it’s definitely getting bigger.
Somehow surviving the day, stopping to empty herself out constantly.
Appointments and fear, will it be like the last time?
Here long enough to cause a scare, gone before anyone knew?
Or are Grandma and Grandpa going to be in on the secret?
Daddy h
Curing Depression in Seven Easy Steps by intricately-ordinary, literature
Literature
Curing Depression in Seven Easy Steps
1. apologize profusely to
the ones you were honest with,
the ones who believe in you,
the ones who never cared,
the boy who thought you were
worth it, the girl who stayed up
all night to hear you breakdown,
the doctors, the nurses, the stars,
your scars, your little brother
who told you he hoped your sad
would go away, yourself
2. fall in love with someone
who doesn’t understand you.
write poems about his eyes being
a lighthouse, and his hands
being sirens. tell him he is
your happiness, he makes you
better. tell him his scars are
beautiful, he is so breathtakingly
beautiful that it’s reasonable
you should cry; love him
infin
My mom drew a Hitler mustache on my Obama coffee cup.
Really?!?!
Obama doesn't deserve that, Hitler was fucking awesome.
He wanted something, and he did whatever it took to get it.
Those damn Impeach Obama signs piss me off.
Hitler knew how to get shit done. Obama can't even figure out how to PAY SOMEONE to run a website.
At least Hitler killed on purpose, Obama's all like, "Sorry guiiisee, no health care yet, but I'll continue to run this country like shit while you wait c;"
Just watch, shit's gonna go down on November 13th with the blackout drill, and when it's over, everyone's gonna be dying and not have healthcare >.<
The fuck
I've just started sketching this http://fav.me/d6qzq6e on a much larger piece of paper, and I'll be redoing it in oil pastels. I also might pick a different froggy, I'm not sure yet...
Then I'm going to start drawing Pokémon. Not sure what one to do first, though, suggestions?
Oh yeah, and my boyfriend's coming back from college this weekend, so I'll have a bunch of time for drawing; especially Sunday :D I'll also be dying my hair bright red, going to Buffalo Wild Wings, and getting a pirate costume! (One Piece FTW!!)
And lastly, I have another deviantART account. SkittishPixieWings I'll be posting my VERY BEST art on there, and use this one
That's not cool, it loaded all slow like on my computer, from the top, and waiting to see this was literally the most intense thing I've experienced all day.