Anonymous asked: Ever loved someone till the petals of a rose wilted off? Talked to them constantly? Gave them your entire soul? Some of the things you right make me believe youve been through all that, its inspiring. Roses and thorns are parts of the same plant. Somehow though, most people are concerned mainly about the roses. The rose is not on the plant for more than a week, but the thorns are there forever. I have loved until each and every petal fell from my rose, and then that was it- I was left with nothing but the thorns. Thorns that will forever prick me every time I touch love. 

Anonymous asked: Ever loved someone till the petals of a rose wilted off? Talked to them constantly? Gave them your entire soul? Some of the things you right make me believe youve been through all that, its inspiring.

Roses and thorns are parts of the same plant. Somehow though, most people are concerned mainly about the roses. The rose is not on the plant for more than a week, but the thorns are there forever.
I have loved until each and every petal fell from my rose, and then that was it- I was left with nothing but the thorns. Thorns that will forever prick me every time I touch love. 

Anonymous asked: Are you taken? Cause I cant imagine someone with charm like yours who ismt? So tell me, does a boy have you in cardiac arrest? Oh dear how I wish I could say that I was actually enough to catch the eye of a boy. Apparently butterflies in the tum aren’t contagious. I’m just some girl who spends her time looking but never touching. 

Anonymous asked: Are you taken? Cause I cant imagine someone with charm like yours who ismt? So tell me, does a boy have you in cardiac arrest?

Oh dear how I wish I could say that I was actually enough to catch the eye of a boy. Apparently butterflies in the tum aren’t contagious. I’m just some girl who spends her time looking but never touching. 

Anonymous asked: I think youre more than a pretty face, and I hope someone will wrap a bow around their world and stick it in the post for you. Thanks love. Perhaps one day someone will find more in me, but we can’t wait for tomorrow, for tomorrow doesn’t wait for us.

Anonymous asked: I think youre more than a pretty face, and I hope someone will wrap a bow around their world and stick it in the post for you.

Thanks love. Perhaps one day someone will find more in me, but we can’t wait for tomorrow, for tomorrow doesn’t wait for us.

Shatter me.
The tragedy of life is not death, but what we let die inside of us while we live. -Norman Cosuins.
Anonymous asked: Crazy talk it may be indeed. You are amazing. What are you hiding behind that pretty face, my dear? They always said, “Smile, it looks good on you” but who is to say what a pretty face is? Who is to say anything other than I am just a girl who strings words together in hopes that one it will mean something.

Anonymous asked: Crazy talk it may be indeed. You are amazing. What are you hiding behind that pretty face, my dear?

They always said, “Smile, it looks good on you” but who is to say what a pretty face is? Who is to say anything other than I am just a girl who strings words together in hopes that one it will mean something.

Anonymous asked: Crazy you may be, talk you may know, but do you follow where your heart wants you to go? Are you blinded by society's glaring light, to tired to visit a wonderland where the mirrors reveal how twisted lifes become? You're so beautiful and you don't even know it. That is crazy talk indeed! Blinded I may be, or perhaps just distracted by a song of the unknown in a monotonous world of tribulation. A pulsating beat guiding me to the fork in the road where one must decide- a painted face or a skinny waist? The rigor in preperation for a young cherié to transform into the volumptuous curves of a vixen exhausts a flame that can never be relit. It is the crazy talk that brings the blaze to a smolder of desire until finally the shadows envelope any sense of esteem.  Crazy talk it may be.

Anonymous asked: Crazy you may be, talk you may know, but do you follow where your heart wants you to go? Are you blinded by society's glaring light, to tired to visit a wonderland where the mirrors reveal how twisted lifes become? You're so beautiful and you don't even know it. That is crazy talk indeed!

Blinded I may be, or perhaps just distracted by a song of the unknown in a monotonous world of tribulation. A pulsating beat guiding me to the fork in the road where one must decide- a painted face or a skinny waist? The rigor in preperation for a young cherié to transform into the volumptuous curves of a vixen exhausts a flame that can never be relit. It is the crazy talk that brings the blaze to a smolder of desire until finally the shadows envelope any sense of esteem. 
Crazy talk it may be.

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