What Is Wrong With Me
Me: I wanna stab my eyes out. There's an eyelash in my eye.
Friend: But then you'd be dead. :(
Me: With seeing you for at least 7 hours almost every day, wouldn't that be a benefit?
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Drawings
I think I'm gonna just start posting random drawings that's in my sketchbook
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Emerie x Noah
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Promises
People need to stop making promises they can't make. "I promise she'll be okay." Guess what? She died the next day. I beg of you, if you wanna make a promise, be absolutely sure you can keep that promise. Because it hurts like hell when that promise is broken.
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Followers
My only followers are two porn account things and my irl friend.... 😩
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A Poem I Wrote For Emerie
This was written the night before she died... Emerie, oh sweet Emerie, You were just born yesterday, I'm so sorry you must come, Into the world like this. I know the world is cruel, But I promise it'll get better. It's like a cycle, Good to bad to back. Please, oh please, be okay, I love you so dearly, And so does everyone else. Please, oh please, be okay. Do you know how many tears, There will be, If you aren't okay? I don't because there would be too much to count. It's so unfair, And I didn't even finish it. I can't finish it. I can't even...
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Devils Don't Fly (song by Natalia Kills, Poem by me)
You let off a bright hue, I let off a dark one. I'd rather watch from far away, Then see your happiness crumble. You try to reach to me, But instead cut your fingers on my broken pieces, You don't give up on me, And I can see the brightness fading. Baby, I'm nothing without you, But I can't stand to see the brightness fade, You're my sunshine, But I must let you go. Life isn't fair sometimes, I know, But angels aren't meant to fall, Devils don't fly. So don't expect me not to fall. These chains are digging into my skin now, And your wings show youre free So please just fly away, An never turn back.
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Life is great, just not yet.
Ace
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Emerie, My Dear Emerie
I see her in a wedding dress through the blurry tears. I see her graduating in a cap and gown. I see her hold a little baby, crying from happiness. I see her as she grows up into a lovely lady. Emerie, my dear Emerie. Gorgeous and lovely.
But you are gone.
And these were illusions.
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My little baby, Klaus (Original character and design)
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Me as a demigod. I would be that weird, artistic kid who’s only good for drawing and writing, Oh and making dumb jokes. I literally cannot do anything physical.
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The Outsiders movie vs book.... by a fangirl
Book Johnny: Cinnamon Roll
Movie Johnny: Cinnamon Roll
Book Dally: u ugly
Movie Dally: HOLY MOLY GUACAMOLY
Book Darry: hot big brother
Movie Darry: hot dad
Book Soda: f a b u l o u s
Movie Soda: f a b u l o u s x2
Book Cherry: i honestly hate u
Movie Cherry: nope, still hate u
Book Marcia: u literally have two lines and i love you
Movie Marcia: u literally have one line and i love you
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I'm honestly really impressed with myself. I don't usually draw realistically.
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You can love someone so much... But you can never love people as much as you can miss them.
John Green
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Love Love Love
Lunar could see it in his eyes. The way he looked at her, told her she was “perfect,” it all made her stomach churn. He desperately tried to get into the walls she had put around herself. What he didn’t know is that she was almost completely incapable of loving someone that way. It was easy to say “I love you” to her friends because that was a different kinda love. Why couldn’t she just love him back? Why couldn’t she accept somebody’s love? He was so similar to her. He liked all the same things, even YouTubers. He was kind, caring and just perfect. Too perfect. Everything about him seemed to be perfect. His eyes, his hair, his freckles, his smile. It was so perfect, Lunar couldn’t even think to touch it and break it. She was so imperfect, like a child’s drawing compared to the Mona Lisa . Any girl would go crazy about the way he treated her. He gave her flowers and other gifts. He dealt with her craziness. She hated herself so much. Why couldn’t she just love? Why was she so unbearably flawed? Yet he could still say “I love you” and “You’re perfect” to her. It was like hell to just say the words, “I can’t be in a relationship, I’m sorry.” So she texted it to him. Fucking texted it, because she was a wimp. She was always a wimp. Since the day she was born she was a wimp. She was still scared of her own shadow. Every solution to her problems seemed to be suicide, because she was a wimp. She couldn’t love. How could she love somebody else if she couldn’t love herself?
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