bangbang...you shot me down

She spends her time dreaming

of skies-on-fire and

midnights with shooting stars

and hearts on fogged windows

and late night calls with

puffs of steam coming from the

red coffee mug she so liked

and fields of sunflowers

and i-love-yous whispered

in the dark to her and

only to her

and...

But the truth is:

the skies are an ashen grey

and beauty is short-lived,

the stars no exception to that.

the hearts are full of cracks

and sharp edges and they

make her bleedbleedbleed.

she has forgotten the

number she wants to reach

and the coffee has gone cold

and the mug is smashed

into threethousandfortyeight

crimson pieces on the floor.

the flowers are all dead

and the heart beneath her

crrk-crackling ribcage doesn't

go thumpthumpthump anymore

and no precious three syllables

could bring it back because

she doesn't believe in lies.

not anymore.

People don't disappear. we just stop looking for them

inhale

You like to write reminders on the backs

Of your hands and

The sides of your fingers

To keep you from forgetting

Silly things like

Remember to smile

Or

Practice breathing

Or

Stop falling in love

---

Maybe I could be the one

To make you smile

To wash the ink off the backs of your hands

Maybe I could be something you'd be good at.

Without needing to be reminded.

exhale.

that ink has been sinking into our skin

from "Breathing lessons" by paperheartsyndrome

I'm never going to tallinn..ever again!

it was a nightmare. i should have ran away when i had the chance.

aga noh, kuigi ma vihkan shoppingut, sain ma riideid. jee! ja kujutad ette, 2 paari teksasi. unbelievable!!

agaaaaa, mai saanud Gorillade plaati. niuksniuks. )=

ma tahan Gorillade plaati!! *whines like a seven-year old* (oh wait, i am! XP)

Gorillaz- Sound Check

- Clint Eastwood

enivei.....mul on bounty sõltuvus.

dear me...stop believing in fairy tales

Dear Mariabelle

You were like a flower once,

delicate and beautiful.

But he made you his

grotesque little puppet and

now there's nothing left of

you but a husk of wind.

You loved him even when

he tore off your wings and

tied strings to your arms

and carved crimson hearts

on your hipbone and said

"I own your heart."

I guess you didn't know

any better, after all it was

the only way of love

you ever knew.

He wrapped his hands around

your heart and squeezed it

until you sunk to the bottom

of the ocean to sleep with

the fishes.

step into the water and sinksinksink...

until your heart feels no more.

her heart is probably smashed into three-thousand little pieces..

..and that the only way to fix it would be to get a brand new heart.

Instead she just wears a heart-shaped sticker on the left side of

her shirt, and smiles because stickers are replaceable.

from "Afterthought" by Miss-Deathwish

fuck, ma oleks peaaegu ära lämbunud. (vahel on ohtlik üksi elada. kui ma ikka põrandal maas tõmbleks praegu, siis vist ikka kiirabi kutsuda ei saaks.) :D:D

aga see selleks.

Ema ei jäta mind üldse rahule. koguaeg käib pinda, et mai söö üldse. mis mõttes nagu?? söön juuu.

okey, jah, mai söö just kõige tervislikumalt(kui ma üksi olen) aga hea et ma üldse midagi söön..vahel. :D

laupäeval käisin Koidul, tädi sünnal. nalja sai parajalt ja lõbus oli. ainult ema ja sugulane olid puudu. deem, how much i love my family, i'm so grateful i have them in my life.

but sometimes it breaks my heart that i don't have any siblings.

Riinal on vedanud, ta õde ja vend on super lahedad inimesed.

Dear Amelia

I know you won't listen to

me anymore and you

have nothing left to say.

You sit there against the

wall with your marble

eyes wide open and looking

at nothing. Did you do

that on purpose?

Your wrists have red ribbons

decorating them and

crimson blooms to life

while you are withering away.

They are coming to put you

in a black bodybag and

take you away.

As you're laying in that coffin

your beauty is unnatural and

not a single flower could

compete with you.

But when they're lowering

you to the earth everything

is suddenly wrong.

Your wish was to become

ashes-to-ashes-dust-to-dust

so you could be beautiful

forever, but now all i can

think of is how you will rot

and worms will eat your

beauty away until you're

nothing more than ugly

broken bones.

They never did listen to you,

even when you were still

alive.

Now they would give the

world to hear but a word

from you...

But you have spoken your

words and now you lay in

silence forever.

random.

.....i was bored.

minu 'writing' teemaks on praegu "beauty and death"

or something along the lines.