How is everyone?
How is everyone, I like to check in on all of you all once in awhile: )
glittertomb asked: won't that dye my hair though?
frail structured sound
The walls quake as their sight is found, as your cold stare holds a hollow vow . I remember your breathe but the air is stale now. The drop was in my veins, eyes locked i understand now. Fine lines pulled as tragedy swung and i am left as your revolving, begging for another sound. I whisper to your deaf ears, this is not how peace is found. Close you eyes, then…
Im getting married
I saw him in my dreams before I knew him and the last year with him has been as a dream itself, and now he wants my hand, I couldnt be more lucky!
j-r-morgan asked: I appreciate the follow gorgeous!
Anonymous asked: You are beautiful. I wish I could spend eternity with you.
I’m holding onto memories, conversations and your words. I’m holding on to the remainder of what once was and what will never be again. One day I hope to let your spirit free of my hold.
reblog this if you want (1) long message that will...
reblog if you want one of these in your askbox.
a stupid question a compliment a tmi a story a poem about you what you think about me why you follow me if you met me what would you do a cute message one thing you want to tell me
who are you?
Dog late, moon beams, colored lights, where I wander, red dress from a dream, someone follows, voices speak, though I’m not sure I hear a thing. few things in life come to stay, art, fate, and time take even death away. I walked through a mirror, I remember. I woke to scream, I woke to sing. and who are you to know? who are you to understand? who are you, I’m not sure I...
When guys have that sleepy, tired, "I just woke...
Here's the moment
Here’s the moment you tell me if the effort I put into you was worth it, I wonder if you realize how much I hope so… Here’s the moment I hold it all out on the line, and if you don’t I’ll never tell you, but I will never forget you. I never lied to you. and I never will, however I will put the lock back around my throat and run… I feel I may do that better...
Dear story teller,
I can recollect the very moment I saw you, not as if you were in front of me at all. Rather you played a symphony of words and I felt you in the depths of me. An awakening of sorts, the way you swayed in front of me promising, promising hope. From that very moment on I grew curious of what your presence meant. Every conversation was like the focusing of a lens, you became clearer to me, you began...