vengeance and vampires, whats not to like?
love is hesitant and shy; dont believe those romance novels. i did, and look how alone i am now.
If I tell you I love you, can I keep you forever?
my one and only. that is, if there werent something vast and neverending called an ocean between us.
but its okay, because even oceans change into deserts.
except i am the one who has strayed: kwangaroo.tumblr.com/tagged/my…
fish out of water"Take me to the hospital," Matt says, and I jerk my head around to stare at him in disbelief, peering into those clear brown eyes, at that straight, almost regal nose. The sooty curls clustered on his head are endearing, even if he finds them a hassle in the mornings, and his shoulders are broad from his competitive swimming days back in high school. With handsome looks like that, it's hard to believe he can never be mine for good.fish out of water by emmiwish
"Why?" I ask. He takes my hand, and I take the moment instead to admire the sight. His skin, tanned into a smooth, golden brown, intertwined with my pale, pale skin.
He shrugs, sleepy, languid. "Well, it's your life. It's a part of you. You've seen my school, my home. I'm just curious, Diane, please."
I bite my lip. He's right, of course. We are in a clearing nested behind the university buildings, me sitting against a tree and him lying down with his head on my lap, and this place is like a breath of fresh air after a near drowning, oxygen rolling, pushing,
everlastinga church tower peers overeverlasting by emmiwish
reaching threads of light brittle bark
the slender cross kissing an iota of water
in a gentle, secluded,
binding union of no words
snow curls its frigid fingers around
canvas overhangs and pearly metal poles
which link carefully
with the silvery, forked tongues of coat hangers
hangers clothed in silk and cotton and furs
in hopes of admiring eyes
and wrinkled bills
but the fragile arms of
do a poor job of shielding the
swirls of six-pointed blessings (curses?)
that settle in one melancholy mass
on threads and overhangs and poles and arms
and the sleek feathers
of fourteen huddled pigeons
discussing their day
delicacyhe has this way of looking directly at me when we're talking, like what i have to say is incredibly important and he's stopping everything else in its tracks in order to hear what i have to say. honestly, i dont know how many people who have literally met my eyes, without looking away, while im talking to them; i could count them on one hand, or maybe just one finger. it kind of makes me want to cry.delicacy by emmiwish
Indian Summeralternatively; Tiger SummerIndian Summer by emmiwish
You lean out over the balcony, the stiff, brittle metal railing pressing deep into your stomach. It's all right, you can ignore it, as you close your eyes and feel the sun's rays rejuvenate you (or feeling the sun's rays destroy you, cell by cellyour choice). It's sickeningly hot, especially for the end of September, but the stupid air conditioning refuses to function so you appeal to the forces of nature instead.
When, at last, the wind picks up and buffets harshly across your face, you are disappointed. Mother Nature must be angry, because every gust is hot and humid. Before you retreat back inside, back under your mossy rock, however, you look down. The seventh floor apartment boxes have hardly any view to comment on, and you're glad you switched sides of the building for this year. Last year's view was all gray squares and pebble-sized cars and itty-bitty ladybug people. This time, the ground is predominantly green-colored, with sh
|words are the most powerful, more than fists or guns or even bombs. because the same words that made you cry, when rearranged, can make you smile as well.|
your hair, that nightDidn't feel like a needle, even.your hair, that night by JShay
Felt like cotton, it
felt like lucky rabbit's foot tucked into my pocket
in case I got nervous or
-Smelled clean and I remember
how it looked- a shining majesty in the
rays of an artificial bulb, refracting off
of a mirror, reflecting your fingers on
a guitar, gentle and constant.
if i could put words and colors together like these people,
i would need nothing else.
by my bby ! <3
i love hot korean men (b2uty) and writing/reading romance.
i dont go on dA much anymore; find me at kwangarootumblr!
Current Residence: US west coast
Favourite genre of music: its all korean, bbycakes.
Favourite style of art: manga!
Operating System: wii
MP3 player of choice: ipod touch gen 4
Favourite cartoon character: ike c: