awesome stuff :glomp:
Hey there ! I'm alright I guess. A little run down, nothing much. You?
Eventually, Larxene managed to smile slightly, probably not fully, but it was something. Her blonde hair blew slightly in the breeze as she watched him look at her, and giggled further as she witnessed him attempt to clamber about buildings. “Wow, you’re a klutz.†She commented, rolling her eyes. She continued to jump, and soon hit the floor with a muted thud. Glancing around, the smirk that lined the Nymph’s lips remained as confident and self-righteous as ever. People stared, yes, and soon backed away once her sharp eyes scanned the immediate area. “Well, well, well. We seem as loved and popular as ever, now, don’t we?†She smiled, watching various people make a beeline for the back and side streets that snaked from the road she stood in. “Come on then. Let’s go and take some of that stupid candy.â€
Uhm. No ._.
AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. My sides are splitting over your immense wit.
Wow. Shut the fuck up.
(OOC: I offered, just didn't get no ****ing reply for it.) Larxene let go of Demyx and stared over the edge of the building. It was a height, yes, but nothing more than...what...ten metres? It wouldn’t hurt. Quickly, the Nymph jumped, flipping twice in the air before landing neatly on her feet, her fingertips of her gloves just scraping the floor. Straightening up, the blonde-haired woman brushed herself down and smiled to herself. Looking back up, she motioned for the Nocturne to follow her, her eyes sparkling in the sun. “Come on then, water boy. You want your sugar, you work for it.†She giggled, placing her hands neatly on her hips.
Hah, I don't get computer hogging problems here. We each have our own laptops. I missed you whilst you were gone; it was kinda strange not seeing...
Oh yes ;D Bright red with a black streak in my fringe, and rather spiked at the back. A shadow portrait? Wow, sounds quite fun actually. I...
got mine took at the weekend. Think emo kid + black rings around the eyes + a kind of solemn I'm-gonna-kill-you face. Awesome picture :=D:
Ooh, sounds like a decent way to spend your day. My day was alright. Consistently getting nagged at by teachers about my hair. It gets annoying...
...Wow you're alive @_@ HI 8D
Afternoon (: How're you doing, then?
**** what people think, I wanna do my ****ing poetry so **** them and let me ****ing write and not feel like a wuss, bitches. >:C ...I mean,...
I did beleive that, until I realised it made it worse. And yes, I act upon what I feel rather than thinking of what will happen. And good lord,...
I think it's a matter of being honest with myself, before being honest with those around me. That moment hit me last night and I need to vent...
Wow, thanks for noticing. Well, it isn't as if i wanted to scream it out, and let everyone know, but I guess it made me feel kinda alright to...
...What the hell just happened? xD haha, no problem or anything. I'm not gonna kill you or anything. Yet.
I've found that it relaxes me tremendously. It's just a way of getting my emotions and needs out into the air without threatening to kill someone I guess. Glad you liked it <3 My last condolences I never got to say goodbye, But I suppose none of us do, When that opportunity does arise, Our expressions are plastered with a clear, salty residue. My memories will forever remain, But some others will disagree. Some claim that time will run them dry, But that will never apply to me. And when the thought of our last encounter, Brings back those clear, salty tears, I will promise myself not to think of those bad times, But more of our golden years. Perhaps I sound so heartless, To state that you are in a better place, But when I splutter and bawl of how things are better for you now, That will never substitute your embrace. How warm your loving hugs were, How gentle your rough hands could be, How you always said that I will turn out to be the best that I can be.
Introduction; I'll keep this short and sweet. Thankyou for taking the time to read this, and I hope you enjoy my poems. I will update when I can, which might be as often as every day if my brain keeps going at the rate it is.. Well, Enjoy. *** Sipping On Emotions. I’ll knock back a cup of resentment, Wearing that same old smile, Swigging a shot of love down my throat, I swear; it’s been a while. I’ll guzzle down a yard of hatred, And grin as you watch me, stunned, I’ll sip on a cup of fresh-ground failure, And listen to my heartbeat as it thuds. I’ll slurp on the remains of your steaming-hot anger, And scowl as you take it so bitter, I prefer mine with a shot of sweet old honey, And I’ll always know that mine tastes better. I’ll lap up the last of the intoxicating confusion, And giggle, as I feel very merry, And follow that with a pint of jealousy, Not forgetting the hint of raspberry. I’ll finish my night with a dose of happiness, But not too much, I fear, The darker emotions taste sweeter to me, But I think I’ve already made that clear.
