missperfect1129

Status: I'll never forgive myself for your unhappiness.
Joined: April 25, 2012
Last Seen: 7 years
Birthday: July 25
user id: 295106
Location: Canada
Gender: F
Poet|Writer|Artist|Thought Translator|Exploitable Genius
Do not mess with my sanity.
 
I'll be your Jasmine, if you'll be my Aladdin <3

*cough* someone named Stephen loves Perfect Princess Zara :*


HELLO PERFECT PRINCESS ZARA. YOU HAVE BEEN HACKEDDDDDDDD
MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA eheh
Im bein all sneaky like, sneakily sneakishly hacking yooooouuuu
youre mineeeeeeee...........FOREVER
sorry, I'm possessive xD
I love you more than, well, evrything in the whole damn world :*
you're my perfect princess Jasmine, and Im your way-too0much-madly-in-love-with-you-street-rat-Aladdin :D
I wanna do everything together. legit everything, i wanna be with you forever and ever and everrrrrr
I wanna snuggle and cuddle you all night long, and let you sit in my lap, and braid your hair (after i learn how xD), and and cook for you, and let you wear my sexaaayy bunny boxers, and fall asleep together, and cute watch movies, and be stupid together, and just do eevrything :*
I love evry little thing about you! *cue Queen song XD*

 


Please just stay with me forever, i need you more than the air in my lungs. i love you so much, you are perfect inside and out, you are beautiful in every way. youve always been there for me, and i'm eternally in your debt soooo Im under your ownership now, yay :D
YOU CAN KEEP ME FOREVR ;p
Sorry im a creep o_________o
"you were made for me, i was made for you" eheh Queen lyrics again :p Just listen to the song and you'll know i love you so much, id do anything for you, anything to make you happy, make you smile.
The spaces in between my fingers, were made to fit yours <3

http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_med6m9WC781r81wtbo1_500.gif
I love you so much Zara,
love Stephen :* <3

 

 

 

 

Quotes by missperfect1129

You know what pain is when you're best friend let's you down. 
After all the fun, the gossip, the jokes, the secrets and the memories.
From one day to another she just doesn't want it anymore.

Well believe me,

That moment, the world breaks down.
You lose the person you love the most,
your sister,
your smile,
youre hope,
your trust,
your soulmate,
and you can't understand why...
You still hope that everything will be fine and that she misses you too.
She seems so happy without you like you never existed.

There's nothing you can do about it.

So stop crying.

She doesn't need you anymore.




Like they say,

I'm not mad. I'm hurt. 
There's a difference. 









                                                                                                                                                   

he sat naked and drunk in a room of summer
night, running the blade of the knife
under his fingernails, smiling, thinking
of all the letters he received
telling him that
the way he lived and wrote about
that-
it had kept him going when

all seemed
tuly
hopeless.

putting the blade on the table, he
flicked it with a finger
and it whirled
in a flashing circle
under the light.

who the hell is going to save 
me? he
thought.

as the knife stopped spinning
the answer came:

you're going to have to save yourself.



 

a paper, a pen, a lighter, an unfinished cigarette
this is your life.

unraveled, broken, scattered, all torn into pieces,
this is the end of the road.

oh, loneliness;
it will find you in that small hole you're hiding in.
loneliness,
it will make you numb with that heartless body
you're making love with.

loneliness...

it will shoot you in that tiny house you're cramped in.


loneliness will kill you. 


 

a note
made of paper
and pen
a note
left a quarter to ten

a note
made of pain and suffer
a note
left for a mother

a note
made of depression and despair
a note left on the chair.
 







Misanthropy
 a generalized disklike, ditrust, disgust,
contempt, or hatred of the human species,
human nature, or society.




 

Imagine till' the point of madness
enjoy with your mind, not your eyes, 
love with your soul, not with your genitals

Beautiful words, all over the world, this world is mad, it really is,
but, who says that madness is bad? who tells us to fear the insane?
We all have that specific lunatic amount inside us, and its screaming for free,

Freedom  is what people have forgotten through all this time,
Hell, people have become empty like a glass,
you know the recipient is not important at all if the essense is not there,
your soul, your dizzy soul is asking for freedom,

and art is the only way of communication,
they say earth without art is just "eh"

so what are you waiting for...

why do you endure all of these sleepless nights,
you think too much,
with a flood of doubt drowning you out,

and everything is f.cked up
and you just don't care anymore
please, 
love yourself,
you are beautiful,
everything has beauty...

Let your soul  s c r ea m
and   l o v e
and most importantly....  d r e a m

be who you are, I am a psycho, damn we all are,
thing thing is...
everything happens in the mind,

and only what happens there has a reality

So let her breathe.









                                                                 (IF)                                                                                                       

Minden, ami elromlott, és én vagyok halott.
Viszontlátásra.

And just like that, you were gone.
Added to the list of everything else that's broken.

and then i'll be gone and we won't have to play this game any more........


 

it's a rare kind of emptiness
the kind that makes you feel so full of emotions
until you realize
there's really nothing there
and it's a hidden fear of trust
that is covered by a blurting of thoughts
until you realize
all your words are dry and empty
and the words that need to be said, can't
so you'll lay awake at 2am again
wondering how another night ended like this
and you'll come home and sleep for hours
to forget, so you don't have to feel
and you'll smile and laugh, and you'll breathe
but your breaths will feel shallow
and when you're alone, you'll grasp for them
but they will never be enough
and your heart will beat, but a little too fast, a little to slow
and you will love, but it will leave you emptier
and you will look in the mirror and you'll see the blankess in your eyes.
and you will turn away
because you can't believe who you are
and you'll live
but you will only be surviving.