Remember the creepy dude in that earlier post? Yeah, I finally convinced him to agree to a close up. People think he is a ghost. He isn’t. He is just creepy. Feel free to ask him a question. BTW: he will not answer questions about his identity.
Bored. I think it is time to take a nap, *yawns*.
Why is it that every girl I fall in love with is either F$&@ing crazy or moving halfway around the world in less than a month? WHY!? Love is like steak, savory and juicy but its really easy to bite off more than you can chew, try to hide it to avoid the embarrassment, and then choke to death.
There are pros and cons to being young. The pros: you’re young, your limber (well, that’s subject to debate.), you are immature and thus can do dumb things and blame it on youth. The cons: see pros.
Imagine…. Your doing your dishes in your apartment and your doorbell rings. You stop your work hoping its your boyfriend, and then BAM! This guy is standing there.
The night is young My feelings are true Don’t worry my darling I’m here for you.
A slew of torrential rain. An ash grey sky. The storm was upon us. It has escaped. We are doomed.
Dream. Just dream. Go ahead. One day they might even come true. It’s not just a post. It’s the truth.
The storm began to set upon us. And so did the beasts. Vile wretched things composed of chitin and bonded together by insanity. The brink was now the edge. I can see it now, can’t you?