Proposition.
11/11/46.
Save the Devil's last dance for me.
"Tell the truth. Tell the truth. Tell the truth."
I will tell it like Keane once did.
For a lonely soul I am having such a nice time.
I ease my heavy heart with the cure of smiling eyes.
I soothe my busted soul with the therapy of empty pursuit.
I wish I did not, you know.
But that is all I have ever done.
And all I know how to.
So treat me like the Devil on his best days.
Because that is all I know how to crave.
They say you never miss a good thing until it is gone.
I was never entirely good.
So what will you do when I am gone?
Wasting time.
He should stay where he is true.
Bearcat.
Under some oath, I have no idea why it is holding its hand up that way.
It looks very Star Trek though.
Take it from Wednesday.
One who defeats.
Gummo. (Yes, I would.)
"Scream!!!"
By Christoph Martin Schmid.
Shopping.
Girl had to.
I have not bought anything from H&M in.. forever.
But I had to get that Pharrell Williams tank.
And I got the shorts from ZARA.
Other than that the shopping spree was sort of disastrous.
The only thing that I knew that I wanted was a lipstick called
Russian Red from MAC Cosmetics - which was out of stock.
So it ended with buying the things that were "okay"
because I hate coming back with nothing.
Brb marriage.
Ed Westwick, known as Chuck Bass from Gossip Girl.
Do I love my bad boys or do I love my bad boys?
She and him.
He told her he loved her.
(He was sleeptalking, but she was awake, so it mattered.)
She was going away.
He was not fond of this.
But all she has to do was to make him forget.
Make him forget for a second, and he is had.
She locked and loaded, filled him with sugar.
Catched his tongue in her mouth.
Climbed on him, tickled him, broke his mood.
But she is a lone wolf until the end of time.
She is a forever puzzle, and that is how it is.
Too flawless and too controlled.
Like a fake ad on a billboard.
She comes and goes, does as she please.
It was always easier for her to break things.
Break things and not get broken.
So she disappeared.
Vanished.
Turned to invisible.
Like she had done a million times before.
And that is about it.
No strings, no fat lady singing.
100%.
"Sex.
In the good old days, a flash of ankle was enough.
Then a calf, then a thigh. A miniskirt, a bikini, a g-string.
Then hairs, short and curly. Then the rest of it.
The mouth. The tongue. The tits, the ass. The pussy.
Leather, fur, duct tape, fuckshoes.
All in full color, all in 3-D.
Then faked snuff films. Sex with a horse.
Pay-per-view simulated cannibalism.
Televised battlefield rape. Corpse-fucking.
But it all got boring.
The porn and the porn and the V-jak...
Even fucking got boring."
From the Comic Book 100% By Paul Pope.
Blah.
And it might kill me, but at least it would be true.
Why I am not where you are and why you are not where I am.
It is two different stories, but they are still identical.
Captain Bacon.
Taking the love for food to a whole new dimension, to be honest.
Sunshine melancholy.
And if someone wants me to change my opinion about them,
they have to show me that they can change.
I am not narrowminded, I try to see things from a different angle.
But I do have a hard time letting go of my determination.
I do not let people walk right in and out of my life when it suits them.
I am not your one-man game. So do not treat me like a chess-piece.
If you want a made-up smile you can look elsewhere.
I am what I am, there are no excuses and there are no escapes.
Anymore, at least.
I am what I am, and maybe I am hard to deal with.
And if you do not want or care to figure me out - I will not let you.
I am what I am - even if I do not fully understand myself.
I see no reason in understanding myself at this point (even
though I love trying to figure myself out, and I like to think that
I do know myself pretty well).
You can call me childish, you can call me immature.
But your actions are never real, and your advice are like dust to me.
I will not smear on a pokerface because it might be the right thing to do.
I am obligated to my feelings.
I will be sad, I will be fucking pissed off, I will be indifferent.
It is my right. A right I will joyfully claim.
Maybe I am too passionate.
I find myself being the most passionate when I am completely alone.
Even such a thing as looking out the window can feel like an experience.
I am passionate about love, as much as I am passionate about hate.
I love life so much I desperately hate it as well.
Another day is another wish, and I would not watch it slipping by.
There is always music on my radio - metaphorically speaking.
Sometimes my favorite song comes on, and everything feels like
rainbows and sunshines, and I just want to dance until it ends.
Sometimes I am sick and tired of it, that feeling that you have
heard that same old song - about a gazillion times before,
and you wonder - will it ever, ever go away?
Sometimes I just need a pause, to stop and think for a while,
a little break from voices and noises.
My eye.
By: Eleanor Löfgren.
40Q.
Probably Johanna.
2. If you were drafted into a war, would you survive.
Yeah... No. Or maybe?
I am great at hiding, and that is probably what I would do.
3. Do you sleep with the TV on?
No, I am a little more environmental.
4. Have you ever drunk milk straight out of the carton?
Everything tastes better straight out of the carton. (So, yes).
5. Have you ever won a spelling bee?
No. I probably could though.
6. Have you ever been stung by a bee?
Yeah, once. But I was tiny back then.
7. How fast can you type?
Really fast, and without looking. I am a complete and total nerd.
8. Are you afraid of the dark?
I am actually, sort of. I can not say that I am terrified, but I do not
think that it is comfortable being alone at night. Big houses at dark, euh.
9. Eye color?
Brown. Sometimes honey sometimes raven-black.
10. Have you ever made out at a drive-in?
I am not white trash.
11. When is the last time you chose a bath over a shower?
I rarely do. And whenever I take a bath I always shower afterwards.
12. Do you knock on wood?
..
13. Do you floss daily?
I should but I can not say that I actually do.
15. Can you hula hoop?
Used to be able to. But I know I could learn again if I practiced.
16. Are you good at keeping secrets?
Great at secret-keeping. And it is a lost art, for sure.
17. What do you want for Christmas?
Summer.
18. Do you know the Muffin Man?
No.
19. Do you talk in your sleep?
I have no idea, I hope I do not.
20. Who wrote the book of love?
The book of love? Heck if I know.
21. Have you ever flown a kite?
I have not. I missed out on kiteflying in my childhood I guess.
22. Do you wish on your fallen lashes?
No. Do people do that?
23. Do you consider yourself successful?
No. I am never satisfied.
24. How many people are on your contact list of your cell?
Too many to count, that is for sure.
25. Have you ever asked for a pony?
Haha, yes. I think I have asked for every barn animal there is.
I bet my first sentence was "Can I keep it?".
26. Plans for tomorrow?
Study. Today too.
27. Can you juggle?
Depends on what and how many.
28. Missing someone now?
I am always missing someone and something. So; yes.
29. When was the last time you told someone I Love You?
Do not remember.
30. And truly meant it?
There is not many people I can say that I truly love.
Whatever, that is a nut I will crack some other day.
31. How often do you drink?
Used to drink every weekend.
Now not as often - I have too much in school.
32. How are you feeling today?
Like I just woke up, which is ridiculous - because the time is 9pm.
33. What do you say too much?
Oh I have no idea.
34. Have you ever been suspended or expelled from school?
No. But I have been very close once, maybe twice.
35. What are you looking forward to?
Turning 18 and finishing school.
36. Have you ever crawled through a window?
Yes - both from the outside to get in, and vice versa.
37. Have you ever eaten dog food?
No. I know what is in there.
38. Can you handle the truth?
Yes, but that does not mean that it does not hurt.
39. Do you like green eggs and ham?
What the? Green eggs? Really now.
40. Any cool scars?
I do not know if it is cool. It is mostly just disgusting.
But I have a scar on my knee. Liquid-filled.
And nobody knows what is inside. Hmm.
Kids with mustasches.
By Alexander Crispin.
Best website.
Some people say...
I disagree.
I say love is a minefield.
A minefield where I can walk around relentlessly and recklessly.
Relentlessly and recklessly, not knowing what will happen until it does.
Until I step on that invisible deathtrap.
That deathtrap that will blow my breath out and stun my vision.
Stun my vision, turn me inside out, and clog all that is myself.
Myself, or I, turns into a Why? and I am hurt - but I am blessed.
But even if I am blessed, I do not dare to walk another step.
Walk another step, until I can face all of my fears again.
Until I can take the half-curious steps to my next half-death.
Love is not a battlefield.
But if it was - I would be the last man standing.
Adults? Children?
By Anna Skladman.
Forever Grey.
By Killygrind.
