basorexia*
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I'm the chipped nail polish people mistaken as crackle on your thumb.
Joined: December 24, 2013
Last Seen: 5 months
user id: 376671
Location: in your nightmares
Gender: F
Joined: December 24, 2013
Last Seen: 5 months
user id: 376671
Location: in your nightmares
Gender: F
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Relax, darling. I've been coming out of my cage, and frankly, I've been doing just fine. ;)
Quotes by basorexia*
This cowboy's running from himself
And she's been living on the highest shelf
"I put my heart and soul into my work, and have lost my mind in the process."
-Vincent Van Gogh
You know your place in the sky.
Just where did we go wrong?
I wanna see you be brave...
I let go...
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somehow, silence is the most deafening sound of
all
Dear Diary,
Remember that day when I told you Dad left us? Remember
all the times I wrote about trying to find him with Mom? Remember
how I told you Mom was leaving the house more and more frequently
and I didn't know why?
I know now.
Today, I found out that Mom was going to the public executions. Today, she took me to one. It was of the Queen, today's execution. On the way, Mom told me all about the hangings, but when we got there, the Queen was being beheaded. It was awful.
People started praying for her when she was about to die, Diary. But Mom didn't. Then, she was beheaded.
You know, as we were leaving, Mom and I passed by the executioner. He was wearing a mask, but I still saw his eyes. They were exactly like Dad's. I tried talking to Mom about it, but she didn't say a word.
They've haunted me ever since; his eyes. I'm going to try to sleep again, so goodbye Diary. I just hope I don't dream about him.
I know now.
Today, I found out that Mom was going to the public executions. Today, she took me to one. It was of the Queen, today's execution. On the way, Mom told me all about the hangings, but when we got there, the Queen was being beheaded. It was awful.
People started praying for her when she was about to die, Diary. But Mom didn't. Then, she was beheaded.
You know, as we were leaving, Mom and I passed by the executioner. He was wearing a mask, but I still saw his eyes. They were exactly like Dad's. I tried talking to Mom about it, but she didn't say a word.
They've haunted me ever since; his eyes. I'm going to try to sleep again, so goodbye Diary. I just hope I don't dream about him.
Eliza
Inspired by The Executioner's Daughter
Does
anyone
else
hate
when
you get mad at your parents and
try
to hold
a grudge
on them
but you depend on them for food and stuff
so you
can't
really
hold
the
grudge?
Hi, I'm new to this
formatting thing. Can someone teach me how to put text on an
image and not underneath it? Sorry, I'm a noob at
this.