

loveless.years on end i have found myself, trampled by others and materials, only to smash my fingers on these keys to write an imagined tutorial on how to 'better myself' or fix up what always brings me down. i am consistently stuck in this ever-letting-down pattern of hating where i am and how i'm not doing anything to change my situation, yet doing everything in my power to oppress denial. and i hate how i have to sit down every single time to prioritize what i truly need or what in life. i hate it. the way i think depresses me; i need to stop feeling sorry for myself, and i need to start being more independent in this society - and just simply putloveless.


a little, once more.and she writes once more again in her loveless-filled journal of mis-sharpened emotions and dramatic lullabies of finding the man of her dreams, "once more again. i can't find a man who truly wants to be with me, for me."a little, once more.
and she closes that journal, knowing her fate has been decided for a while. that men are just the mere poison that seeps into her for God's torture. once more again, she only thought, 'no more.'
until the next plague comes and sweeps her into oblivion of false love and sexual passion, she strains on the fact of how solitude is changing into loneliness. and yet,


unborn."open caskets are the firstborn in the family," she muttered, watching the third child drain away from the empty cold soul in the priceless porcelain-engraved crib, screaming silently at the emancipated tombstone that was laid before the lifeless children.unborn.
the bickering never ceased in the woman's mind though, as if reconciling and replaying the agonizing and breathless punctures she had gathered were on the shameless repeat of an old record player without the dial. although the long death rung in a high C from the small baby monitors, echoing through the deaf-brined hallways, she only thought of the pounding she encom
Chibi Zidane

Months: FebruaryIf wishes were snowflakes, then I'd be responsible for the wonderlandMonths: February
outside, piling up almost as fast as the words being whispered from lips that miss the taste of you.
This, the shortest of months, stretches out before me longer than all the others combined; for you will return at its end to a heart that longs for your warmth. Twenty-nine days, a month unfinished yet neverending.
Just as we are.
Battle Angel
by £deviantWEAR
by =jisuk
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~Venus Benihime-Sama~
Leader Of The Printed Otakus
Otakudom: It's what we do!
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~Venus Benihime-Sama~
Leader Of The Printed Otakus
Otakudom: It's what we do!
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-Rion
"Aim for the stars because even if you miss, you are still among them."
-Author Unknown (at least to me)
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Thoughts around the world carried by dreams and Imaginary Friends...
<3 Dancing Sushi!!!!!!
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-Rion
"Aim for the stars because even if you miss, you are still among them."
-Author Unknown (at least to me)
~Venus-Chan~
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~Venus Benihime-Sama~
Leader Of The Printed Otakus
Otakudom: It's what we do!
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