even though your avatar and sig is decorated in bright colours and butterflies, there's a message within those colours that needs to be carefully read, not just glanced at and amused by colour... because that message is actually really sad
Wow, that's the most detailed and insightful thing anyone has ever said about my subtitle. = o
Yours makes me laugh.
oh non-believer, please believe me.
is there honestly nothing in this world
that keeps you living & breathing?
you're a ghost in your own
goddamn city.
Hehe, glad it can make you laugh. I miss that cactus though... I had it for three years and then it FINALLY bloomed (the pic in my avatar) and then it died shortly after
Oh, that's your cactus? What a pretty bloom! I had a cactus once. Well, I suppose I still do. It's just a little... withered.
And yes, you were spot on. = ]
oh non-believer, please believe me.
is there honestly nothing in this world
that keeps you living & breathing?
you're a ghost in your own
goddamn city.
And yes; was my cactus. Was my favorite, until it died I have... about... 6 or 7 of them now I think. And I lost three this year! I have a cactus hording problem
It was a very pretty cactus. Did it have a name? I mean, I didn't give mine a name or anything... *cough, cough*.
So how was the cactus deceiving?
oh non-believer, please believe me.
is there honestly nothing in this world
that keeps you living & breathing?
you're a ghost in your own
goddamn city.
Ahh, I see. Prickly pears are like cacti. So nice-looking, but they hurt like hell.
oh non-believer, please believe me.
is there honestly nothing in this world
that keeps you living & breathing?
you're a ghost in your own
goddamn city.
oh non-believer, please believe me.
is there honestly nothing in this world
that keeps you living & breathing?
you're a ghost in your own
goddamn city.
It didn't matter in the end how old they had been, or that they were girls,
but only that we had loved them and that they hadn't heard us calling,
still do not hear us calling them from out of those rooms where they went to be alone for all time,
and where we will never find the pieces to put them back together.
It didn't matter in the end how old they had been, or that they were girls,
but only that we had loved them and that they hadn't heard us calling,
still do not hear us calling them from out of those rooms where they went to be alone for all time,
and where we will never find the pieces to put them back together.
It didn't matter in the end how old they had been, or that they were girls,
but only that we had loved them and that they hadn't heard us calling,
still do not hear us calling them from out of those rooms where they went to be alone for all time,
and where we will never find the pieces to put them back together.
