zimchim*

Status: i'm bangtan trash.
Joined: June 3, 2012
Last Seen: 5 years
user id: 305265
Location: my bed, always.
Gender: F

 


"She's going through her awkward phase."
THIS ISN'T A PHASE MOM, THIS IS THE REAL ME!
 

 



Hello, I'm Madison.
I'm the tall, weird one with curly hair.
I like japanese cartoons and korean pop.
sometimes I like to write.
anyways, nice to meet you.




 

Quotes by zimchim*


"There are people who, on meeting a successful rival in whatever it may be, are ready at once to turn their eyes from everything good in him and to see only the bad;
then there are people who, on the contrary, want most of all to find the qualities in this successful rival that enabled him to defeat them, and with aching hearts seek only the good."

-Leo Tolstoy; Anna Karenina

One Day I Wrote Her Name
(Edmund Spenser)

One day I wrote her name upon the strand,
But came the waves and washed it away:
Again I wrote it with a second hand,
But came the tide and made my pains his prey.
"Vain man," said she, "that doth in vain essay
A mortal thing so to immortalize;
For I myself shall like to this decay,
And eke my name be wiped out likewise."

"Not so," qouth I; "let baser things devise
To die in dust, but you shall live by fame;
My verse your virtures rare shall eternize,
And in the heavens write your glorious name:
Where, whenas Death shall all the world subdue,
Our love shall live, and later life renew."


I woke up at 3am last Thursday, it was raining.

And I don't know why, but the first thing I thought about was you.





I fall in love with the details.
Not the picture.




I asked him for one thing
and he gave me everything.

My Love in Her Attire
(Anonymous)

My love in her attire doth show her wit,
It doth so well become her:
For every season she doth have dressings fit,
For winter, spring, and summer.
No beauty she doth miss,
When all her robes are on:
But beauty's self she is,
When all her robes are gone.


her mind was just as beautifully crazy as the curls on her head.





problem was,
he fell in love without thinking about it,
and she thought about it too much.












His entire body had you planted to the wall; his face so close you couldn't look at him without going cross-eyed. You were positive he could feel your heart rattling inside your ribcage. Your muscles tensed as his lips rained on your neck, growing blossoms of bruises on your skin. It wasn't until a moan sprung from the back of your throat when you realized you'd been holding your breath.




you could always find her in warm oranges and bright reds.
outlined in every shade of white
she never held back and meant everything she said.

and the ones she loved were clad in brilliant blues and blacks.
their smiles as gray as the clouds at night.
but no matter what, it always seemed that, the people she loved never loved her back.




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