#br33zy

where can I improve?

inktober day 8 star

in case the hords' attack would've been successful: that's how our heroes would end. exhausted and robbed of any strengh. literally the end for the princesses of power.

creepy how much of an impact missing eyebrows can do, right?

words: Sabrina Rei should've put an end to this three years ago when the boys in my DMs were clearly still on my side when the whole damn world wide web would peep at my sad little life cry out, "oh god what a pity, she was only just starting to thrive!" time doesn't stop in the rearview; it runs roughshod over my youth-- a stampede of hooves on sun-damaged skin no Korean beauty trend can keep long hidden. my favorite shows are in rerun. they rebooted that film we both loved. not even hot summer nights could ever keep us from projecting it on a sheet in the room directly above where the addicts tell tales of their secret lost loves Ironic that i've never felt so like me than when I went scorched earth, changed every last thing down to the freckles i painted each day to keep your interest from fading away it's hard to compete with the girl in your memory. well, babe, i'm bored out of my brains by the same old chain store picture frames the families we drag off the stage so our resting bitch faces will bloom ever green it's not the warmth, the spall or the spotlight it's the heat from the steam. oh heavens to betsy! i tried, i tried to put out the flames before they all burned us alive i woke on the wrong side of the wrong bed broke the eggs outside the pan watched them slip off the counter, splatter on the linoleum i tried, i tried god, how hard i tried. should've put an end to this three years ago when the angels above were still on my side when the view from the edge of the world looked like the greatest high dive.

put a stone in my hand i will look for a pile to stack up to heaven build a brand new Tower of Babel strike me down with your loving backhand leaves me on my knees at the mercy of jeering men who've never bled or shed a drop of sweat for what they'll swear up and down left and right they have unwavering faith in like a swear jar they plunk all their quarters in a slot machine that pays out once it's had its fill of sin cash out, throw dollar bills start the whole damned thing all over again. put a stone in my hand i'll make a zen rock garden to ignore what they said 深く罪悪感に もがき苦しまない様に 笑顔のまま サービス優先の身も心も 薪の上に燃やさせてあげるわ。 i could fight with my fangs and claws i sharpen on the whetstone of lost ideals but why would I bother when you cast your lot in with the sheep pretending to be wolves get real? like a bad deed they purge in confession a rearview image lost in deep reflection out of sight, forever out of mind cry for the cameras break out the good wine you wanna throw stones... stop building your homes on sand waiting for lightning to strike turn everything to glass while sitting on your hands watching the clock strike eleven safe behind the padlocked gates that bar you from heaven.

photo by: Fermin Santiago "just a girl" i pay for the pricey breakfast rather than risk the chance that i might be rejected by people who crept into my heart while i was otherwise distracted i kneel down to pet a dog that sleeps soundly on the couch in a patch of warm sun scritch behind her ears 'cause I don't know how else to be here i hate to say goodbye because i can't divorce my mind of the notion that as soon as i walk away i will fade into grey and no one will remember my name i wander through pastel corridors each shiny trinket less shiny than the one before I try to ascribe meaning to my existence by being the one to see beauty in a forlorn corner i want everyone to know how special i am how much i've to offer the world but as the years swipe by i'm more and more sure that i'm just another girl having just another cry over just another guy and that's okay because if i am not any more special than any other that means i can finally stop clashing and allow myself to simply fit a pattern