Favourite genre of music: soft music, sweet but sad lyrics
Favourite photographer: robert capa
Personal Quote: "Be clearly aware of the stars and infinity on high. Then life seems almost enchanted after all
i just missed themStars never shone as bright as they did tonighti just missed them by ~TellMeBaby
collected in your glass, gin soaked limes that you chewed on
skin and all, skin and all.
you've yet to make something of it yet.
slurred on about my dress and the blue tights that clashed.
sighed when my phone rang, bitched on and on and on
drank more, vodka and a daiquiri and an ice tea.
came back from the toilet a little more enthusiastic
a little more enthusiastic.
got louder and more obnoxious, until no-one wanted you
and you refused to leave
sat obstinate in your seat
and everyone preferred you sober.
but you didn't listen
you sat there petty and unpretty
until we gave up and left you.
and still you bitched!
give it up, give it up, give it up
stay sober and fix your make up
get your image back, being sweet suited you
this bitch that took your place, well we don't want her.
we left and you stayed and now you're left behind
with nothing but a pitcher of tequila and some half eaten limes for company.
ch-ch-ch-changesThey tore down my grandfather's Avery, that used to swell and sing with a thousand canaries, coloured like oil through water, rainbows in puddles.ch-ch-ch-changes by ~TellMeBaby
The roof caved in and sagged with the weight of Winters since he passed.
The wooden beams rotted with woodworm and rain and they creaked and bent.
Weeds grew freely, winding up the birdbath his father engraved to twine themselves around a withered
blossom, exposed to the elements like nature should be but somehow worse, a quiet, unsettling savagery.
Nature's unbridled anguish let loose on a frail garden without a keeper.
She gets older every day. She ages, decays with sagging skin lined with more and more cracks.
Forces crumpled notes into my hand and tells me to keep it a secret and not to spend it on vodka.
Her teeth stained nicotine yellow, a cigarette an extension of her arm.
She throws blankets over me, to keep out her own cold.
Woollen tartan, cotton green.
Feeds me up to make up for the fact she doesn't eat any more.
Stuffs food and h
winter makes it coldand as the sun set over my field i thought of you.winter makes it cold by ~TellMeBaby
the cold winter evening slowly set in, the last few rays of sunlight weakly smiling down.
that red tree still on fire
my heart still on fire.
i know you could never be the one but every so often you come back.
a little relapse, if you like.
charm me all over again, only not so bad.
i never fall as hard as i did.
a little stumble, if you like.
huddled deep inside my hood i wish you were here, i can still smell you.
even though that was creepy and over the top.
you should be here, but i know i can't make you come.
in any sense of the word.
i'm not your most dialled number, i accept that.
maybe winter has its purpose.
for the next few months i'm frozen inside, but that isn't a bad thing.
for the next few months i won't feel a thing.
i can smile and talk and get on with life.
and when spring comes and i thaw out it won't hurt so bad.
maybe all i needed was winter.
Art with a message part 10All these artists deserve some feedbackArt with a message part 10 by ~thedaydreaminggirl
Part 1 -> http://news.deviantart.com/article/76641/
Part 2 -> http://news.deviantart.com/article/89760/
Part 3 -> http://news.deviantart.com/article/92750/
Part 4 -> http://news.deviantart.com/article/96676/
Part 5 -> http://news.deviantart.com/article/99141/
Part 6 -> http://news.deviantart.com/article/101906/
Part 7 -> http://news.deviantart.com/article/105205/
Part 8 -> http://news.deviantart.com/article/108382/
Part 9 -> http://news.deviantart.com/article/111053/
My life is my message.
- Mahatma Ghandi
.Shit.Happens. by ~fahabbDreams Can Come True by ~Takunaaa
Fruits by ~RexgiosShe again by ~Cranberry-CakeWe Are All Made Of Stars by ~Ruschello by ~marenkathleen
Always, All ways by *Fatooome:thumb150073831:colors make me smile. by `im-not-sana